Garden Boy

Chapter 16

Selena POV

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere"

"But where?"

"You'll see"

I hate it when people do that. As of now, I have no idea where Zayn is taking me. But I honestly don't mind, since now I'm out of the mansion, I felt...well...free.

I felt like Rose from Titanic, you know when she and Jack were at the end of the boat and he held her up to make her seem as if she were flying? That how I'm feeling with Zayn. Except we're not on a boat.

"We're here" he blurts out, slowly parking his motorcycle and turning it off as I take off his helmet. He leaps off the motorcycle, reaching for my hand which I gladly take, as he carefully helps me off his motorcycle.

"Do you want this?" I asked, holding his helmet towards him as he nods, taking it. I look up at what's towards me to see something I wasn't expecting.

A shack? An old shack.

"Where are we, Zayn?"
He walks up to me, looking at the old shack before slightly smirking at me.

"My house"

I looked at him before looking back at the shack. It was as if the house was abandoned, it was completely damaged from the outside which probably means it's reck from the inside as well.

"What are we doing here?"
"I brought here you to meet my parents"

WHAT?! HIS PARENTS?!

"What?!"

"Come on, princess" he smirks, taking my hand, walking towards his house as I see I'm getting closer and closer to the front door.

I felt my heart beat faster than usual, my eyes didn't want to blink as they were widen, and I was slightly shaking. I was basically freaking the hell out!

"WAIT! Wait, wait, wait!" I blurted out, pulling my hand away from a concerned British boy as his hazel eyes soften at me and his eyebrows furrowed together.

"I-I can't do this Zayn....I-I'm not good with p-people....especially when f-first meeting them...."

"Shh, it's okay love. You'll be alright, I'm right here with you" he said, cupping my face with his hands, moving my hair out of my face as I let out a shaking breathe while feeling more anxious.

I was never good with meeting new people, it always made me panic by even just waving at the person. And being stuck in a mansion for 22 years, without stepping out once, didn't make it any better. I'm use to meeting my father's business associates at dinners, and I knew Liam and his family since I was a child so I'm was use to them as well. But other people....oh other people.

I'm actually surprised I met Zayn with such calm and admiration, maybe that was part of the faith in our love.

"Z-Zayn-"

"You're strong, I'm right beside you. You trust me?" he asked, his hazel eyes looking at me with hope in my answer.

"I trust you"

He smiles, pecking my lips and taking my hand before he lays his hand over the doorknob and twists it open.

Oh my gosh....

As I walked inside, I see that everything inside his home is...destroyed, old, different. It was so small, all the walls were either stained or broken, there was barley even furniture to cover the ripped carpet on the ground.