Let Me Be Your Wings (Butterflies Sequel)

Chapter 2

                                                                        -Zayn-

I pull on a jean jacket and a beanie and head outside to my car. I'm meeting Arianna at a restaurant for a date tonight, and I can't wait to see her. She flew all the way to London yesterday, just to spend several days with me. I'm going to show her around the city and introduce her to some people in the British music business. I hop into the car I got. It has a driver so that me and Arianna can actually have a conversation instead of me always looking at the road. Plus, I don't have a real license.

The guy takes me to the restaurant and I tell him to wait outside, or come back in two hours or so. Once I'm inside, I get us a table and wait for her to arrive. I only have to wait three minutes before this stunning model-like girl comes into view. A light pink skirt floats around her long legs. Her black seqined top reflects the soft light in the room and her hair is done up in a bun. She's as tall as me when I get up to hug her and I notice that she's wearing black heels. I smile and she sits down across from me.

"I missed you babe!" She declares, putting her hand over mine. I smile even bigger and lean over the table to press a kiss to her lips.

"I missed you too!" I murmur as we pull apart. She grins and looks around,

"London is such a pretty city! I had no idea, I've never even been to a different continent." I raise an eyebrow. 

"Wow, I would have expected that you of all people would be a world-traveller by now! But don't worry I didn't even have a passport before I joined the band." She gapes at me,

"Really?! Wow." I chuckle at her surprise,

"Yeah, um, I was pretty much a giant nerd who sat around in my room playing video games and stuff." I look down at the table a bit shy. I don't like telling people about how I wasn't always this teen-idol. She smiles softly,

"Hey, I don't care! You should see my friends Alison and Tyla. I'm not even kidding, all they ever do is sit around on twitter and tumblr 'fangirling'." She smirks, putting air quotes around fangirling. I laugh at her attitude towards our fans.

"Well, we appreciate every second of that fangirling, because it got us where we are today!" I say, picking up my menu to look it over. We end up ordering a big dish to share and the meal goes by quickly while we ask each other every question we can think of. It's like a game of 100 questions. 

Once I have paid for the meal and we head out of the restaurant, I lead her into the waiting car. She looks impressed with it and I scoff.

"This is just because I can't really legally drive yet, so don't be impressed." She giggles,

"Really? You don't have a license?" I shrug,

"I never really have time to get one, since we're usually on tour. I just drive when I have to, and I stay away from the police." I wink and lean over to tell the driver where to go. I'm taking her to a little park on the Thames.

The light shine brightly over the dark, glittery water and music is drifting out of some theatre nearby. When Arianna gets out of the car, she gasps.

"Oh my gosh Zayn, this is beautiful!" I smile and give her my arm. She takes it happily, still gazing wide-eyed at the scene around us. The park is small, just an expanse of grass and two benches near the water. It's really just a place to sit and watch the water. But it's all I want. The grass is dewy as we step onto it and Arianna is practically sinking into the damp soil in her high heels. Noticing her distress, I scoop her into my arms. She squeals and clings onto my neck, peering down at the grass, where both of her shoes are now laying.