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I had no idea what to wear on a date. A cute floral shirt and jeans? A striped dress? What was he going to wear? I swear if he went shirtless again I’d murder myself. I decided to wear a simple dress I got from Debs and pretty, white flats. Finally his little car pulled up to my house and I got in. Zayn looked absolutely handsome. He had shaved, and his hair was gelled up in the front. He wasn’t wearing earrings, and had on a nice grey jacket, with a tie, and slacker pants.
“You look handsome, Zayn,” I beamed at him and he shrugged.
“Well, you look beautiful,”
I was glad I didn’t go with the jeans.
As we drove, Zayn finally turned on the radio. He changed it to the oldies pop hits, and began to hum to a song. “Billy Joel,” he finally said.
“I love this song,”
I rolled my eyes and changed the song. He looked upset for a second but then instantly smiled.
“Christ Brown, he’s like my favorite singer,”
“He’s cool,” I responded.
“Then who do you like?”
“I listen to bands, most of the time. Sometimes just plain music without words,” I pushed up the stack of bracelets on my arm.
“You’re weird,” Zayn said, smiling a bit. “But I like weird,”
We finally arrived at the restaurant, and I had realized it was an Italian restaurant. “How’d you know I like Italian?”
“I stalked your facebook,”
“I don’t have a facebook,”
Zayn snickered and opened the door for me. “Lucky guess,”
I stepped out and we both entered the restaurant, holding hands. A waitress led us to the table and he sat, admiring me.
“It’s hard to believe,”
“What?” I asked, blushing.
“That I ever couldn’t stand you,” he winked at me and brushed a piece of hair from his face.I laughed, “You couldn’t stand me?”
“I don’t know. You were just so…”
I cut him off, still laughing. “As a matter of fact I hated you as well,”
Zayn gasped, and acted all surprised, “Who me?”
“You have to admit you can be a mean ol' ape sometimes,”
Zayn shrugged and grabbed his menu.
“I’m still, like really sorry about your dad though,” I sighed, and pretended to skim through the menu. I already knew what I wanted. A big heaping plate of spaghetti.
“It’s fine. I just felt like… it was my fault.” He lowered his head and I could see him trace a certain tattoo on his wrist. “So many things are my fault,”
“Not everything’s your fault Zayn. You just blame everything that happens on yourself,” I gave him a reassuring smile and he responded with a half smile.
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Figure You Out (Zayn Malik Fanfic)
Teen FictionHe didn't love life enough to stay. But he loved me too much to go. Zayn malik was anything but an open book. You don't judge a book by it's cover. Someone like zayn took time to read. © copyright, 2015 sweaterpawstyles COMPLETED