Laced

Laced - Chapter 11 (Exceptions)

Disclaimer: This was written over 10 years ago, and the author no longer agrees with many of the concepts found in this story. Some of the content will be cringey and/or problematic. Please remember this is entirely fictional and does not represent the author's beliefs.

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We sat near the fountains in the park he had taken me to, eating the hot Philly cheese steak subs he had bought for us. Thank the Lord for Philly cheese steak. I could literally live off this stuff.

As I took a bite out of my sandwich, Zayn stared at me. "What?" I asked. "Is there something on my face?" I said worriedly.

He shook his head, chuckling, "No."

"Then what?" I demanded.

He raised an eyebrow, then changed the subject. "You like Philly cheese steak subs?"

That quickly sidetracked me. "Like would be an understatement." I admitted sheepishly. "I like steaks in general."

"Good." He nodded. "I hate when girls think they need to starve themselves and deprive themselves from the things they like." He paused. "Anyways, about earlier - what were you thinking about? You never told me."

I blushed immediately, my eyes darting to the ground. "Um..."

He waited for me to continue.

"Well," I started hesitantly, "I was wondering about..." An light bulb switched on in my head. "Can I ask you questions?"'

He paused hesitantly, but for only a second. "For every question you ask, I get to ask you one in return...and you have to be completely honest." He added.

"Fair enough."

"I'll go first." He started."You're favorite color?"

"Green." I answered. "Yours?"

"Blue. What's a hobby you have?" He asked.

"Hey! I didn't get to ask you a question!"

"Yes, you did. You asked me what my favorite color was, and I said blue." He smirked.

"But-"

"Nope. Answer mine, now."

What a tricky bastard.

I sighed in resignation. "Alright. Um, I like to read."

"What do you like to read?" He quickly shot another question at me.

"I like- Hey! It's my turn to ask a question!" My eyes narrowed.

He threw his head back, laughing. "Dammit, I didn't think you were this smart." He said jokingly.

"Hey!" I glowered at him, raising a hand to smack him playfully.

He quickly realized what I was doing, and snatched my hand out of the air before I could hit him, tangling his fingers in mine. "You don't get to hit me." He laughed. "Anyways, go on."

I knew exactly what I was going to ask him next. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two." He said simply. "Have you met any of the girls at the mansion?"

My expression turned solemn. "Not really. That's your fault, though." I accused him.

"My fault?"

I couldn't help but get a little angry. "You keep me locked up all day long when I'm not doing any housework." I said through my teeth.