That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 13

A/N:
Guys!! I'm back! I'm so sorry for not updating for quite a long time. I've been having a busy schedule and I can't seem to fit my writing life in it. I promise to try and give you guys a duly update, until the end of November. Deal?! Don't forget to vote and comment. Happy reading!
-K xoxo

~Ray~

Now that the tour was over, things were more difficult. Management were pushing us to do things, us as in Zayn and I. We thought once this f**king tour was over they would get off our backs, but, hell, no! They knew Zayn and I had skipped a few dates from the day calendar and now we were watched constantly. We were forced on this some, fancy dinner date. I quickly chose my outfit and hopped into the shower. I stood under the steaming shower for about half past an hour until I decided to come out. I wiped and blowdried my hair before
I sighed to myself as I applied a coat of mascara and my lip gloss before slipping my off black ruffle dress on along with cream strappy heels. I was finally ready and I grabbed my cream clutch before heading out of my room. As soon as I was out, I had a call.
"Hello?!"
"It's Zayn! I've been waiting for you for the past 10 minutes. Where the hell are you?!"
I scoffed at his rudeness. "Yeah, and why the hell didn't you call me earlier?!"
I heard him groan on the other line. "Fine, can you come now?! I can't wait to be over and done with this."
"And, finally Malik talks something sensible," I said locking the front door of my flat, "I'm coming," I said and hung up. I quickly took the elevator and reached the parking lot of my complex in two minutes when I saw the windows of a posh black Range Rover being rolled down. I rolled my eyes when I saw Zayn sitting in the driver's seat with his shades on. As I strutted towards the car, he leapt out of his seat and jogged over to the passenger's, but not before giving me a double take. His eyes raked all over my body and my naked legs. He stopped for a while to meet my gaze before his sight landed on my bust and my legs. I inched forward, and grabbed the collar of his black button up and tugged on it forcing him to look at me in the eyes.
"Eyes here, Malik!" I smirked.
He blinked a few times before he opened the passenger door and let me slide in before jogging over to take over the driver's seat. I swiftly strapped myself as Zayn repeated it for himself and we were finally on road. I moved forward and put the radio on.
Zayn squeezed his eyes shut on annoyance. "Why?! Would it hurt you to remain in silence for a while."
I scoffed. "Actually, yes! It most definitely would hurt me to do something that you want me to, in this case, keeping quiet."
Zayn glared at me and groaned again when 'Call Me Maybe' started to go about on the radio.
"No!" He squeezed his eyes shut, "not this!" He complained and moved to switch off the radio. I was quick enough to grab his wrist.
"You don't like this song?!" I asked, amusement lacing my tone.
"Of-f**king-course not! Just-Just change it!" He whined.
I smiled in triumph and lace my hand with his stopping him form changing the station.
"Ahan," I shook my head, "I wanna hear it."
"Rachael-"
"-and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?!" I sang, loudly.
"Rachael, you're f**king unbelievable!" Zayn yelled and yanked his hand out of mine and put the radio off before pulling over in front of a nice restaurant. I noticed one of Zayn's management personnel standing therefore. I had seen him before at Zayn's management office. Before we could even get out of the car he walked towards his and sped away.
I blinked my eyes in confusion when Zayn spoke. "You coming?! I'm so damn hungry!"
I nodded and got out of the car. I realised how the management didn't trust us with this whole date thing.
We walked in and Zayn spoke to the receptionist before dragging me somewhere inside. The place was more private, more secluded. I took my seat opposite Zayn as I skimmed through the menu. We already had a bottle of champagne on our table. We soon placed our orders for some food and the waitress gracefully poured the champagne for the two of us. I grabbed my flute and sipped on it.
"How many boyfriends have you had?!" Zayn asked.
I choked on the champagne. "I thought you knew I've never had a relationship before."
"That's what Google said. I wanted to know if you did have one and managed to keep it private."
"No, I've never had a boyfriend. I did date a few during high school, but they were more of a fling than relationships. We go on dates, kiss a bit, hold hands and BAM, one day he says 'We are better off as friends' or 'I've found someone else'. I'm so done with this shit!" I complain.
"Well, it's not like the can actually help not finding another girl. You're horrible," he said.
Ouch! That hurt.
I gave him a weak smile. "Yeah, maybe I am." I went forward to grab my clutch for a tissue when I accidentally tipped Zayn's champagne flute over. Zayn gasped. "Not f**king again, Rachael! Are you crazy?!"
I gasped in return. "I-I'm so-sorry! I didn't mean t-to!" I stammered.
I really didn't.
"Oh! Please?!" He scoffed and walked away to the restroom. I mentally thanked God for the private room. It would've turned into a scene otherwise.