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Dreams of flowers and meadows and butterflies filled my mind that night as I lay in the hotel bed for the last day that would be in the span of our stay in Bradford. I know I am never going to want to leave the amazing city of Zayn's childhood.
When I wake up, an unfamiliar scent lingers on the pillow on which my head and hair is sprawled out upon. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to figure out what it was that my dreams had taken flight from and what this smell is; and then everything rushes back to me as my body regains consciousness from my sleep.
The meadow. My camera. Flowers, the smell of springtime. Tall grasses that tickled my ankles. The pear trees. Crossing the street. His arm around my waist, even for only that brief time. Him. Zayn.
I smile into the pillow, trying to hide myself so that I don't have to answer Zoey and Alison's questions right when I have woken up. However, the little devils notice my failed attempts to hide back under my blankets. They spring up from their other bed and pounce onto my own bed, jumping on my body for a few moments until I get cranky and finally agree to answer whatever they could possibly be wondering.
"Whaaat do you waaant from me," I groan at them as I sit up against the backboard of the bed frame.
"WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?" they both scream at me in unison, and I have to shove them in the faces with my pillow to keep them from forgetting that we're in a semi-public place.
"Zayn Malik proved to be the most amazing person, ever." 'Tis a simple statement that probably won't suffice for their questions, but it is the truest thing I could answer with.
"Where did he bring you?"
"Did he hold your hand?"
"Did you guys kiss?"
"Did you lose your V-card?"
I whack Zoey once again for that last question, but I answer them nevertheless. "He brought me to the most beautiful meadow you'd have ever seen. No; no; and yeah, totally, 'cause that's totally me." They laugh at my response and I roll my eyes as they continue to bombard me with their questions.
I answer them with simple answers to get them to be quiet, but I can't help the probably goofy smile from appearing on my face as I rethink everything that happened last night.
When they're finally done asking me questions, I go in the bathroom to clean and shower off. I change into my comfortable, pink One Direction pull-over hoodie and black leggings. I pull all of my hair back in a loose ballerina bun and decide to skip makeup for the day, since we are leaving soon and I don't think I will be seeing anyone special today.
I leave the bathroom to find Zoey and Alison sitting on the bed, watching some old movie that they weren't paying any attention to, both with their laptops and on tumblr.
"You guys better not post anything about me and Zayn on there," I warn them with a knowing smirk. I take our travel-stash of nutella and white bread out of one of the dresser's drawer and turn back around to see their reactions. Their faces both freeze in the light of the laptops' screen; I chuckle at them and throw random pieces of bread at them.
I grab my Ray Bans from a drawer that I had claimed for myself, just so that you know, I'd be able to see the television while I switched through the channels. I throw myself onto my unoccupied bed, shifting a bit to get comfortable like you normally would.
When I find one of my favorite movies playing on a nice high definition channel, (500) Days of Summer, I replace the remote in my hand with Zayn's jacket, and I lay it across my lap. I begin to spread the delicious chocolate spread on two slices of bread.
A pure nutella sandwich, a failed love story movie, and huge nerd glasses. Welp.
Just as I'm obnoxiously laughing at the movie and licking chocolate off my fingers, I hear a quiet few knocks that are obviously coming from the door.
Oh wait. I am seeing someone special today. Someone really special and I look like a freaking nerd right now.
Alison and Zoey's faces shoot up at the noises, only to see my frozen, my hands poised in the spreading of nutella on another piece of my bread. I briefly glance at them, unable to properly fix my motions.
Then we all bolt up off the beds at a lightning speed. We shove random things in random areas that we will most likely forget in approximately two minutes. But we are all anxiously freaking out, especially me, and just, omg.
I shove Alison and Zoey back towards the bathroom, and without even thinking that I'm not wearing a bra, no makeup done, my glasses on, and in a signature One Direction sweatshirt, I rush to open the door.
His hair isn't standing as tall today, probably because it's one of their only days off and the luscious dark hair needs a break, too. But of course he has to be wearing dark, fitted jeans and a red button-up shirt, looking absolutely flawless like always; and then I remember my glasses and everything else and I'm extremely embarrassed and already blushing.
We just nonchalantly stare at each other for a moment, though it's not at all nonchalant for me because he's still freaking gorgeously able to turn my stomach into an angry horde of butterflies.
I finally realize my awkwardness and I step out of the room as he chuckles and steps back a bit.
"Er, hi. I kind of totally forgot and wow I can't even imagine what you're thinking right now-"I almost immediately begin to ramble. My blushes aid me the whole way through of me embarrassing myself.
But he interrupts me with another laugh and a smile and I have no choice but to stop laughing as I stare at his dazzling features.
"It's alright, I came rather unexpectedly I'd say, I probably shouldn't have, but I never got your number." He talks through that constantly breathtaking smile of h is.
Despite the no right I have to make fun of this flawless boy, I smirk at him. "You know Alison and Zoey both got Niall's and Harry's numbers yesterday. You could have asked either of them to text one of my girls for my number." I giggle at him, but nevertheless, I'm cut off by the sight of a slight reddening I see that fades from his chiseled cheeks.
"That would be the logical way to have come about it, but…" He shoves his hands in his pockets and fondles something on the ground with his foot. And I realize that shy, embarrassed Zayn Malik is adorable beyond repair.
"It's okay, I'd rather to see you sooner, anyways," I blurt out. "But not like this!" I laugh at myself and cover my face with my hands, my glasses creating barriers of my eyes.
"No, it's adorable I think." I move my hands away and he's smiling at me. My tummy turns and flips. "And I must say, the hoodie is rather flattering. For you, as well, I'll admit," he jokes, and I giggle and poke his right arm in perfect response.
Because then he says, "So would you want to do something today, then?"
"I still don't understand why you'd want to hang out with me; but yeah, sure, sounds fun," I say sweetly, scrunching my lips and smiling with a face that probably looks strange but I think it's cute, and I hope he does too. And yes, it is a bad habit face.
He shushes me, though he still chuckles like always. Always. What am I saying;I've only just met him.
"Yeah, good," he agrees. "Anything you'd prefer to do?"
"Well I'm not really sure what's around here… so you can pick the place again," I say. "But I am certainly not going anywhere wearing this." I look down at myself, and realize that I am even wearing mismatched socks.
Zayn's laugh fills the air. "Don't be silly, you look adorable." I smile and blush from this.
"At least let me go put shoes on?" I joke, but he just smiles and nods.
"I'll wait out here." He paces back a tiny bit to lean his right leg against the pillar that stands in front of our room. He puts on a face that visibly expresses that he's biting the inside of his right cheek and he's looking up at me from under his long, dark eyelashes. He looks so hot that I find myself unable to cooperate with leaving just yet, and I have to just stand awkwardly in between my door for a moment but I say an "okay" and retreat back inside.
Like I figured would happen, my girls pounce at me at once.
"Sooo, where's he taking you?" Zoey asks.
I raise my eyebrow curiously at how she already knows that we were going somewhere.
"Oh please, we had our ears pressed against the door the whole time. Oh, and really cute giggles out there," Alison goofily winks and I playfully shove her arm.
"I don't know where we're going; but I must look like a completely derping nerd right now, oh my God."
"NOOO! You're so cute!" Alison and Zoey chimed, and I cackled at them; they always attempted these little compliment-like sayings but I just ignore them and laugh instead of saying anything more.
While I'm putting my blue Toms on and grabbing my cell phone, my lip balm, and some money, I ask, "Are either of you doing anything with your guys today?"
"Nobody's texted each other yet, so probably not," Alison says and Zoey puts on a dramatic pout.
I chuckle at them, "Then you should text or call them! And well I'm off now, and I am so freaking nervous oh my gosh, help me."
"Shhh, you'll be fine," Zoey says. "Just be yourself, like they always say." Although this is true, it doesn't settle the butterflies that have already begun to settle in my stomach. I take a few deep breaths before I open the door to Zayn.
He is still leaning against the wall, but now he has a cigarette between his lips. Though the image is just as sexy as I had always imagined it to be, I'm a little bit upset and my heart droops a little as he puffs out the smoke from his last smoke. I don't want him to smoke; it's bad for health, and I wouldn't bear if anything were to ever happen to him. So I just stand and frown, not really knowing what to say.
He notices my apprehensive presence and, at once, drops the smoker to the ground and grinds it with one of his boots. "Sorry about that, I probably shouldn't have right outside your room," he says, sounding guilty. We start to walk out of the parking lot, and I just follow him to wherever he leads.
"It's so bad for you, you know," I say. I already know that he knows this, and I feel sort of guilty myself for reprimanding him in a sort that I didn't really have a right to just yet.
"I know. I'm trying to give it up, for the fans and my family and the lads, but I don't know; I'll have to just work towards it gradually," he says. He glances at me and I look back into his hopeful eyes for a brief few moments.
"Well, you're making progress by just deciding that you want to quit. So that's good." I offer him a comforting smile and he gives me a small smile back. I hope that he knows that I believe in him to eventually stop, even if it is just for the fans and not for his overall health. "So, where are we headed to?"
Zayn inhales and then lets out a hum as he looks up from where we are walking, clearly trying to decide where to go on this fine morning. "I was thinking we could maybe see a movie in town and then get something to eat?"
I smile at how classy his ideas are, and my stomach does its usual sequence of flips. "That sounds good. Are there any good movies out that you had in mind?"
He looks sort of adorably embarrassed, reaching his left arm around his head to rub at his neck. "Well I know that Act of Valor just came out. And I think that The Vow and The Woman in Black are still in the theatre." I consider these movies, but I don't think that any of them will be okay because I'll either be crying or closing my eyes for any of them. Zayn continues,"And then there's the first Star Wars movie playing in 3D…"
He looks sort of hopeful at the last one; sigh. I suppose that I will have to overcome never seeing the Star Wars movies now. "Do you really want to see Star Wars?" I ask him.
"Well it's always been a favorite movie series of mine, but whatever you want, babe." Well, now how am I to resist? I internally sigh once again.
"I've never seen any of the Star Wars movies." He looks rather shocked and I giggle at his reaction. "I never had much interest; but I'll go see it now if you'd like, it's about time I see it," I say, smiling as he smiles.
After composing himself a bit from my laughing, he says, "Cool, it works out perfectly then." Then he starts off his lead to the movies and it takes me a moment to follow him. I just smirk (more smiling, really) and lean forwards a bit, practically engrossed in how amazing such a person can be.
He turns around after not hearing my footsteps next to him, I presume, to see me stupidly staring at him; now, obviously embarrassed, I blush and lightly skip-walk forward to him. Upon seeing this intentionally cute move of mine, he smiles and begins to describe and point out all of the good restaurants and shops on the way.
I'm absolutely fascinated by the variety of places here, and the wonderful trees and plants dotted around the sidewalks look so green and healthy. There are other people walking on the sidewalks and cars zipping through the streets.
I am totally enveloped in Zayn's words and descriptions of all of the little buildings and stores that I do not necessarily realize when we've gotten to the movie theatre. But when I see the big sign with all of the playing movies on it, I finally come to and notice Zayn laughing at my absentmindedness. I giggle along with him, and we trot up to the theatre doors.
He holds the door open for me, like the seriously perfect gentlemen that I must have said that he is countless times. The theatre is beautiful, of course. It's not very crowded either, so that's another positive that I'm assured that we won't really be bombarded by people. But it's not like we're on a date or anything of the sort, so it's probably not even enough to start rumors about.
But now I think to myself, is this a date? My question goes unanswered however, because Zayn now buys the tickets and we go over to the elaborate snack stand. I grab a bag of sour gummy worms, my absolute favorite. Zany considerately takes two bottles of water from a cooler, and orders a medium sized popcorn.
I start to take out a few dollars from my hoodie pocket, but when Zayn sees me doing so, he shakes his head at me and puts on an adorable looking confused face with his eyebrows purposely scrunched together.
"There's no way I'm going to let you buy anything, 'Livia." Livia. His accent even pronounces my name like it's a whole new experience. Omg. After freaking out over his adorable way of pronouncing my name, I curl my bottom lip over in a pout.
He smiles and scrunches his eyes in laughter at me but my lip persists to protrude in a silly, frowning sort of way. However, when I go to stand back next to him to wait on line to pay, he slightly crouches down to my left ear to whisper.
"Next time. Maybe" I look at him, sort of confused if I heard right. But he just winks at me and my heart swoons.
Before I am able to reply, the cranky cashier girl is calling us up as next in line. I somewhat catch her looking at Zayn's features while he takes a corresponding amount of money out of a leather wallet that was retrieved from his pocket. I unnecessarily glower my eyes a bit at her, and I internally yell at myself for doing so.
He isn't yours. He will never be yours. So don't act like he is.
All the same, she glances at me before taking the money from him, and seeing my slight glare, she must intentionally decide to back off because of the look in my eyes. But the look wipes away after I've thought about what I said before.
When she mutters the usual "Enjoy your movie" Zayn thanks her, and we carry our snacks off into the theatre with the sign above the door that says "Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace 3D". The movie theatre is labeled number 2.
About half of the seats are taken, though we manage to find two seats towards the middle of the theatre on the right side. He slides in first and I follow suit.
We settle ourselves and our drinks and snacks just as the lights go dim and the screen lights up. Before I turn my attention on the movie, I glance at Zayn, looking beautiful as always with the light from the screen glowing on his face.
"I hope you like it, babe, or else this would have been a failed attempt for you," he chuckles. I swap my Ray Bans for the 3D glasses, certainly believing that I look like a freak even more-so with these totally unflattering shades on.
"Don't worry," I whisper back.
We exchange quick, closed mouth smiles before putting our feet up on the empty chairs in front of us. It's so easygoing to just be with him. The opening credits roll; as my attention is typically stuck on the movie, I don't realize the dark brown eyes next to me, carefully and gazing into my every feature.
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