Chapter 11
ZAYNS P.O.V.
My head began to ache while I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t. The sun rays ran through the dark curtains, managing to hit my left cheek. I slowly stood up trying not to make any sound, and trying to remember what happened last night. Veronica caught my attention since she was on the other side of her bedroom sleeping peacefully on her coach. I grabbed the blanket that she used to cover me and covered her in it. Her chest moved with the rhythm of her breathing. She seemed so peaceful and calm, relaxed in her dreams of happiness and laughter. It was pretty early and I didn’t want to wake her up so I decided to leave a note on her desk, hoping she would get a chance to read it.
I put on my combat boots and opened her door slowly making a little noise that made Veronica twitch. I stood there for a while, I don’t know why, but I liked to see her sleep. Seeing her sleep made me smile, getting a sensation of happiness in my body.
I quietly ran down the wooden steps, noticing none of her family members where home, not even her dad. I opened the front door, leaving Veronica to sleep and rest…I realized she’s the reason for my happiness; she’s the one that brightens my day with just her smile.
Veronica’s POV
It was around eleven when I decided to wake up, remembering that Zayn had slept over. The picture of him slowly falling asleep ran through my mind making me smile. I stood up from the couch noticing Zayn was gone and my smile as well. The idea of waking up next to him was perfect, but it was not real. What can I expect from a bad boy? Right? But, deep inside he’s not a bad boy. He’s a boy with a broken heart and a life without a father… a person that feels nothing because he’s to scared to feel anything… a boy that needs to be understood and believed in. Someone who needs support, he needs someone, a person that will bring happiness to his life and joy. And from last night, I found out Perrie isn’t that person.
The smell of him was still on my blanket and I just sat their holding on to what was left of him, because I believed events like this don’t happen too often.
I decided to check on my Tumblr. Making my way toward my desk, I turned on my laptop and then notice a folded paper.
“Where did this come from?” I opened the note; it was in Zayn’s handwriting:
Good morning love. Picking you up at 7 tonight, wear a dress ;)
Holy crap. I didn’t know what to think. But of course I agreed to go. It was Saturday morning and my parents usually bought donuts so I made my way downstairs in a hurry to grab one.
“Good morning sweetheart!” I smiled as my dad greeted me from the kitchen.
“Hi dad, good morning! I… um do you guys have any plans for later?” I had to tell my parents about the date with Zayn.
“Oh yeah actually your mother and I were thinking about visiting your aunt Callie later on, why?”
“Well because I was asked out on a date…” this was probably the first time my parents knew about any type of date I was planning on going on with a guy. I couldn’t help but blush.
“With who? Are we going to meet the lucky guy before the date?” my mom asked as I turned a deeper shade of red.
“I… umm well his name isZayn… I met him at school… you can meet him if you’d like?” my parents quickly said yes. Now I was not only anxious for the date but for the meet and greet thing my parents wanted to have. Craaaaaap
I sent Zayn a quick text message.
Me: Hey Zayn. Guess what? My parents want to meet you today. You still up for the date?
I kind of had a feeling he’d back down, I got extremely nervous.
Zayn: of course I’m still up for our date baby. See you at 6:30 then, don’t forget to wear a dress ;) x
My cheeks burned at his forwardness. I wondered how the date was going to be if this was how I reacted via text. I told my parents at what time Zayn was going to get here and they seemed excited to meet him. It made me pretty happy.
Since our date was in a couple of hours, I decided to clean my room. It was a mess and I had no idea how it got like that in a week, but I’m a teenage girl so it’s normal right? For the next couple of hours I cleaned my room spotless. I felt accomplished. I looked at the clock and I saw that it was about to be 4:30. I quickly took a shower and began getting ready.
I wasn’t really sure about the dress, but since it was a little warm out, I decided to wear one. It was simple; the top half was white and the bottom was red in a high-low shape. I went with some gladiator sandals and a denim jacket to complete my outfit. I decided to straighten my hair. My make-up was simple. Foundation, mascara, and some eye shadow. I was done at about 6:10. Record timing! Now to wait.
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I heard the doorbell ring and made my way to the door. Zayn was standing in front of my door wearing dark blue jeans, white shirt paired with a leather jacket. He looked pretty attractive.
“Hey beautiful” Zayn said as he gave me a smirk.
“Hi come in” I let him in and led him towards my living room where my parents were.
“Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Morgan. It’s a pleasure to meet you” he shook hands with both my parents and to be honest they didn’t look too happy, well my mom didn’t. Maybe it was the leather jacket? Hair?
They asked Zayn about his plans in the future, blah, blah, blah. The “usual” parent interrogation. After about 20 minutes, we finally said our goodbyes and made our way to the car. Both my parents were leaving to my aunt’s house while David left to a sleepover at a friend’s house.
Once we were on our way to wherever Zayn was taking me, I grew incredibly anxious. Zayn didn’t really say much during the drive, I think he was nervous as well.
We got to a restaurant almost outside the city limit. It was an Arabian restaurant. I’ve never had Arabian food, so this was a first. He opened the car door for me and entwined our hands together once I was out. Zayn gave the waiter his name and he quickly led us to a table in the back. It was pretty solitary but I didn’t mind.
“Anything to drink?” asked the waiter as he gave us menus.
“Water please” I said only for Zayn to order the same. After the waiter left to get our drinks I began to look at the menu, in desperate search for something I have heard of.
“Zayn I’ve never had Arabian food… I have no idea what all this is” I said as Zayn looked at me amused.
“Ah don’t worry about that babe. I’ll take care of it” the waiter came back and asked for our main entrees. Zayn ordered for the both of us and then the waiter left again.
“Thank you for letting me stay last night. It was very… nice of you” he said keeping his gaze away from me. I think he was nervous.
“Oh yeah no problem, you were pretty wasted” he didn’t say anything after my response. It was getting pretty awkward because none of us were talking. The waiter came back with our food and it looked amazing.
“C’mon don’t stare at it all night, eat” said Zayn as I looked at my hands out of embarrassment. We ate in silence, talk about awkward. I would try to start a conversation but Zayn would either agree or disagree and that was the end of it. After we finished eating, he paid the tab and we made our way outside. It was dark out and I could feel that the temperature had gone down a couple of degrees.
“Veronica, I know this probably wasn’t the best date… but I… I still hope you had a good time”
“Actually, I great time. Thank you Zayn” I replied with a smile. He looked kinda embarrassed and I thought it was pretty cute. He drove me home and spoke to me here and there. He didn’t ask about last night or what he had said and quite frankly I didn’t really want to tell him either.
He parked in front of my house and walked me to my front door.
“Veronica you should know that I'm no good for you". With those words , he gave me one of his famous smirks and walked away to his car. Leaving me alone under the dim, porch light. What did he mean?