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I have absolutely no idea what the hell just happened. But Zoey and Alison keep laughing at me and giggling at my reactions to what they were telling me. Some of the other girls at the park came to talk to us, and I got several compliments as to how lucky I was to catch Zayn's attention, but the girls seemed bitterly jealous and I didn't really know how to respond.
For one, I still couldn't speak from Zayn's actions of course; also, they were kind of bitchy, so.
We exchanged tumblr url's with some of the other girls there, and then started the walk back to the motel. I felt somewhat better now that I was moving a bit, but right when we got back into our room, I fell right on mine and Zoey's bed and I fell right asleep into a dreamless nap.
When I woke up, my stomach instantaneously let out an overly-loud growl, and Alison agreed with my tummy's complaints from where she was watching the television next to me on the bed.
"I'm starved; I could barely feel anything during the songs because well, you know, but now it's all coming back to me," we all chuckled at each other, and then set off to find somewhere to eat a rather late lunch, as it was around 4:30 now.
I ran my fingers through my hair to make myself look semi-awake, eventually giving up on it and tying it in a low and messy bun. Zoey changed her shoes into solid black Vans, and Alison changed had changed her skirt for a pair of white and navy striped shorts. Right when we left I regretted not grabbing my coat as the air was just a tiny bit chilly, but I didn't feel like going back.
After walking around Bradford for a bit, my girls and I found this little old diner off to the side of another few modern restaurants. There were only a few cars pulled up near to it, and the bit of steam coming from a chimney in the back promised good, home-cooked food.
So, we decided on the almost-vacant diner opposed to the more crowded eating places because, well, we hate people. Oops.
And anyways, the inside of the diner was amazing; it was like a total old-fashioned place, and after receiving some background information from our waitress, we found that the owners and employees had preserved the vintage styled features.
It looked like there was two parts of the little restaurant that appeared to be designated for certain purposes, but we chose the left side for the sake of getting one of the comfy looking booths. First off, we all ordered Cokes, as it was still hot outside during the night, and it would mean we would get to keep the classically old Coca Cola bottles.
We took our precious time to observe the menus, and it took forever to make a decision because there seemed like so many delicious things possible there. When our waitress came around to check if we had made up our minds, Alison ordered the diner's famous veggie burger, Zoey got some kind of dish that only consisted of potatoes, and I thought I'd try the vegan tacos.
"Also, do you mind if I take a few pictures of the diner's interior? It would most likely only be for my school homework things," I politely asked the waitress when she was done taking our orders. Alison and Zoey snickered at my politeness, and I kicked them under the table to keep myself from laughing.
"Of course, dear! I'll notify the manager of this old joint and maybe he'll want to buy some photos off you, you look like a pro of course. But anyways, it's no problem at all," she replied with a smile, and swept off to put our orders in.
"Politeness gets you places, ladies. Learn from the best, aka, moi," I giggled to the girls. I gave them a silly, false wink, and took my camera out from its pink and blue bag. Sigh, I was very glad that I had made it a unknowingly habit to bring my camera to wherever I went.
I climbed out of the booth, and trotted around the diner, snapping pictures of pretty much everything. The old tile floors with the decrepit, though still proving to be in amazing shape, countertop, along with all of the mouthwatering cookies and pastries that lay atop it in glass cases.
The shiny, sparkly tables with the classic diner-diamond design etched all over, as well as the matching chairs. There was a juke box in one corner of the section our table was in, and I flipped through some of the tracks to see if there was anything good.
Of course it was all amazing music, but I didn't have a quarter on me to play any of the songs. There are old candy machines on the opposite side of the room, filled to the tops with gum balls and other types of old candies I couldn't really recognize.
I took one last picture of the row of bar stools going down across the whole diner before sitting back down with Alison and Zoey, plates of delicious, steaming food on the table, along with the Coke bottles that I had oh so anticipated. Zoey reached for her fork but I slapped her hand away.
"Wha-"
"Shhh. I must take pictures of beautiful food like this before you monsters devour it," I joked, but all the same, took some shots of the bottles and of the yet vintage cooked food. And then we devoured our meals like the starving beasts that we most certainly are.
We finished our food about an hour later, because we had so much to say to each other about the performance. And oh gosh, they told me all about the look in Zayn's eyes and my complete and utter shock that I had been having a romantic staring contest with him.
More people had showed up to the diner, so I suppose it was actually rather well-known in the neighborhood. But it was getting kind of hot, so I ordered a chocolate milk shake. Alison got a vanilla milk shake of the same, and Zoey ordered a banana split that turned out to be big ass. And, to her rolling of her eyes, I vigorously took pictures of the beauty of the flawless ice cream sundae.
We ended up staying way longer than anticipated (around 9:30, yikes, past my bed time), and when I finally obliged to receive the check from our tired waitress, she came back within seconds of me mouthing out the words "check, please." But the food was pretty damn good, so it's whatever.
I sighed. "Okay guys, I'll go pay the check up there like I think you're supposed to. Also to take pictures but okay be right back," I muttered to Alison and Zoey, whom I didn't think were even listening because of the obnoxious slurping of her milkshake and the loud clanking of spoon-to-metal of Zoey's banana split. I rolled my eyes, but still got up to go pay.
Most of the people who were dining here before had cleared out, only a few still drinking beers or doing whatever on their laptops; though there was one loud group on the other side of the diner, but I didn't take mind to seeing who the garrulous group was.
I gave in a one hundred bill, as our check had come to just about that from everything we had ordered throughout the time we were in here. The guy had to go somewhere in the back to get change, so while I was waiting for him to come back I pulled my camera up to my face to photograph the signs and vintage billboards that hung above the cash-register.
"Ehem, excuse me," I heard a quiet voice from behind me and a light poke on my left shoulder, and curiously spun around to see who it was that had interrupted my camera's flashes.
On the little digital screen of my camera was Zayn; I had just pressed the button before turning around, so the flash flared up right in his beautiful face. I looked down at the picture, and his head was kind of angled towards the ground, though his eyes were looking somewhere beyond my camera's focus. He was defo just naturally meant to be a model-…
Oh. Wait. A. Second.
I quickly looked up to see if it was just my mind playing blurred tricks on me. But he was right there. In front of me. For the second time today. I felt an extreme heat and blush creep into my face, but recovered fast with a quiet and totally unprepared "Hi."
"Hi. Uhm… hi," was all he could apparently get out before nervously chuckling to himself and smiling towards the ground. What the hell? Was this actually the real Zayn Malik blushing in front of me? "You were at the performance earlier today, right…?" Oh my gosh, his accent.
"Oh hm, yeah that's me," I let out a little laugh at this. Upon seeing his face brighten a bit with his signature flawless smile, I quiet and look towards the ground a bit, constantly blushing at the fact that he is standing right in front of me holy shit.
"Of course, I didn't think I'd be forgetting that face any time soon."
Well, okay. That totally caught me off guard. My stomach swarmed with about a billion fluttery butterflies. Noticing I still had my camera clutched to my chest, I turned it off and lowered my hands to hopefully make me seem less nervous. Because I had absolutely no idea how to reply to what he had just complimented and, frankly, this one boy was taking all of the useless words from my lips.
Obviously noticing my blush and attempting to hide an adorable smirk-smile, Zayn scratched his neck with his left hand (noticeably an attempt to cover something up, I noticed, with all too much knowledge of boys that I never thought I'd ever need, until now) and shoved his right hand into the front pocket of his pants.
"Well, so the guys and I are just finishing up too actually, and I was actually just wondering if you, and your other friends if they'd like, would like to take a walk around with us? I mean, I understand if you wouldn't want to, but it was just a thought maybe-"
"Yes," I replied all too quickly.
"I'm sorry?"
"Yes, sorry, erm, I mean, yeah, a walk sounds lovely actually," I said with much more sanity, as least I hoped it sounded like such.
He smiled so big that I thought I was going to just throw up everything I had just devoured. "Oh, okay, well that's great hm. So Liam and Louis are just meeting up with their girls to go for a drink or something like that, so it'll just be Niall, Harry and I. I'll just go tell them and I'll meet you outside the diner, eh?"
"Mhm, sounds great," I smiled to him. "But uhm, why? I mean, you must have dozens of beautiful girls lined up and I'm just really… random, I'd say?" I was overly confused by what was going on, and why the hell Zayn freaking Malik would even consider coming up to me with a question like his.
"A beautiful smile is most always accompanied with a brilliant mind. And I thought that I would necessary desire taking the chance to see if it was true with you." Zayn continued, "And I think you're adorable."
Welp, that was more of an answer enough for me. So I just giggled, and told him "okay" and that I would tell my girls if they would "want" to accompany us; of course I knew they would already be more than willing, but it just seemed an appropriate answer for the less of flaws known as Zayn Malik.
I pretty much sprinted back to our table, not even aware enough as to care whether or not my dress skirt flew up or whatever. I felt a tad dizzy and I was still blushing, and Alison and Zoey could tell because they were looking at me as if I were mad.
"What just took you so long, I thought you were just paying the check and taking a picture of the old guy working the cash-register-" Zoey began but I frantically cut her off mid-sentence.
"Zayn Malik just inquired to take a walk with me around the neighborhood."
"What the fuck."
"As in 'on a date'?"
"I believe that was his intention, as said by his blushing and smiling and chuckling. Harry and Niall are joining us, as well. Just tell me if you want to come or-"
"Do you even have to ask," Zoey simply stated. Alison threw a tip on the table, as I put my camera away and Zoey put her jacket on.
We thanked our waitress and Alison threaded her left arm through my right one, and Zoey's right through my own left out of nervous or excited habits. Together, we walked outside of the diner, to come to face with the glorious backsides of Zayn, Niall, and Harry.
All who were standing around, chatting very lighting, and waiting on us for a walk into the night of the beauties of the area that we are in.
I had never had so many flutters and twists going on in my stomach than I do right now. I must be dreaming; this is all just too surreal to be happening to someone like me, even to Alison and Zoey.
But when the door closed behind us, letting out a small whoosh noise, the three guys turned around, flashing their pearly smiles in greeting. When I looked into those brown orbits once again, glancing up through my eyelashes, my heart and stomach totally knotted together; I couldn't resist the smallest of smiles forming on my lips that signified that anything could happen tonight.
And I knew for a fact that this could not have all been a dream because Alison was vigorously pinching my forearm with every step that we took directed towards the three boys.