A part of my mind tells me to stop this immediately, that I don't even know this guy. But books taught me to never listen to that part of me, so I ignore it and kiss Zayn back. I won't start with all the cliché that our lips belonged together and all that shit, but to be honest, it felt perfect.

When Harry and Laila returned to the living room, it was very… Awkward. "What the fuck?" I hear Harry yell "You just met her, what are you doing?" Zayn moves away and stares at Harry with a kind of anger look. I laugh. Not an 'It's so funny' laugh, but a nervous laugh that is horrendous and annoying. I don't get why Harry is so mad. We were just kissing.

"She's 17. You are fucking 19." I'm suddenly aware of our positions. We weren't just kissing. Zayn was on top of me and my legs were around him. His shirt is nowhere to be seen. Oh. That's not me. I don't hook up with guys I barely know. What is wrong with me? But then, it's Zayn Malik we're talking about, so it is kinda justified.

I sit up straight and see that my friend is gonna ask for details in the car. "We should probably go" She says, I agree immediately. We say goodbye, and I notice that Harry is looking very mad at Zayn. Oops. So he's gonna be interrogated tonight, just like me.

As soon as I get in the car, Laila says "Tell me everything or I won't start the car" So I do. I tell her every little thing that happened, things that I won't even remember when I wake up. By the time I end the story, her facial expression is flat. She doesn't say anything and just starts the car.

"Say something!" I yell, a little bit too high. "What is there to say? You made out with him. The end." She says with no emotion in her voice. "Then why was Harry so mad?" I wonder, staring outside. I hear a whisper saying "I have no idea". She seems upset so I just leave it there and stay silent.

Laila drops me home and I go straight to my bed and fall asleep instantly. I wake up and go to school trying to think about anything else other than what happened last night. All day happens really slowly, and I barely pay attention in class. In 4th period, English, I get a new text. I exchanged numbers with everyone last night, so it has to be one of them.

Zayn. It probably says that last night was a mistake and all that shit. I get so depressed convinced it talks about that I don't even read it, and try to pay attention to Mr. Jackson. I spent the whole hour thinking about that text message, and when the bell rings I run to my locker and read it there in the hallway.

It says "Sorry if I got you in any trouble last night. I spent an hour listening to Harry saying how bad it was what I did, but I honestly don't regret it. Wanna hang out tonight?(: x" I laugh of relief. "No problem, nothing to big hahah(: sure, where do we meet? Xx" I reply immediately and run to my gym class. Ugh, I hate gym.

When the class is done I go really fast to the girls locker-room and grab my phone. 1 new message: Zayn. I try to hide the grin in my face so that no one knows what's going on and we agree to meet at a restaurant called 'Arthur's' which he says is great.

I arrive home and ask my mum if I can go out tonight. "Two nights in a row? What are you doing Marian?" She asks trying to sound serious. I never tell anything to my mom, and I don't want her to know I'm going on a date, so I lie: "This friend Claudia invited me to a restaurant called 'Arthur's', a lot of girls from my Math class are going, it's kind of a tradition." She thinks about it and agrees to let me go, but she has to drive me there. Oh fuck.

I finish my homework and take a really long relaxing shower to forget about the nerves. It works out, but as soon as I get out of it I remember all over again. I'm going on a date with Zayn Malik. Just the two of us. No one else. I can't believe it. I have no idea what to wear. I end up deciding to a staples purple and grey dress and black converse.

We agreed to meet at 7:30, and it's now 7:25. Fuck. I run downstairs and into the car. Change of plans, my dad is driving me. Now I'm screwed. "Why are you dress like that? Weren't you going out with some friends?" he asks very serious. "I am, I just want to look pretty" I answer without looking at him in the eyes.

I text Zayn telling him that I'm running late and that my Dad's driving me and he says he'll wait for me inside. Great, dad won't see him. "At what time do I pick you up?" he asks me, Zayn was driving me home. "Oh, Dena offered to take me home on her way back" I hate lying to my dad. We stay silent on our way to the restaurant. When we arrive and I'm getting down my dad mentions "I know you're going on a date Marian, and your mother probably knows too. Just tell him to get you home before midnight" That's what I love about my dad, he's protective but he trusts me, not like mum. "Bye I love you" I answer from the window.

As soon as I get in the restaurant, I see him sitting in the bar. Oh God, he's so hot. He's wearing a simple gray shirt and a black coat over it. I wanna drool over this imagine, but he's looking at me and all I do is smile. He kisses me in the cheek, very near to the mouth

The waiter prepares a table for us and we order. He asks for a roast beef and I order spaghetti. Neither of us drinks alcohol. We talk about the typical stuff, high school, our free time and stuff like that. He apologizes for getting me into trouble last night and I tell him nothing happened but ask him about Harry. "He got so mad, I still don't know why because he did the same thing with Laila. But he went on and on talking about it" He looks a bit annoyed so I change the subject.

All night goes very fast, faster than I would like. When we finish dinner Zayn takes me out for an ice cream. After buying ice cream we go for a walk and he puts his arm around my shoulders while we walk around. I smile and rest my head in his shoulder. It feels so natural and nice I can't get the smirk on my face.

At 11:40 PM he's driving me home, before midnight just like my father said. Before I get down of the car he kisses me. Not a passionate kiss, but a nice soft kiss that kind of says 'I had a great night'. I smile and get inside. My parents are kinda annoying about how my evening went but I just tell a few lies and go in my room.

What I didn't expect was my sister sitting in my bed with her computer on her lap. "What is going on?" I ask very confused. She looks at me very angry and says "Why didn't you tell me? You go on a date with a 19 year old singer and walk around holding hands and expect that no one finds out?" She shows me her laptop. There are pictures of Zayn and me at the restaurant and walking together. What the fuck? Immediately I get a text message from Laila "We gotta talk tomorrow." Oh damn. I text Zayn telling what happened and he answers with curses I didn't even know; he later apologizes for that text message and for the pictures. I tell him it wasn't his fault and that I'm pretty okay with it.

Then it hits me, my parents can see this pictures any minute now.