Who Would Have Known ➵ Z.M

Chapter 10 Cheesecake Hater

"I want you to.. tell me about yourself." Those words echoing in my ears.

Zayn wants me to tell him about myself? What? I thought I was suppose to get to know him, not the other way around!

"Belle?" His raspy voice called. I snapped out of my thought and looked at him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips in a small frown. 

"Oh, um sorry. I zoned out a bit." I confessed as I bit my lip. His eyes diverted to my lips and back at my eyes. 

"It's alright, so tell me about yourself." He repeated once again. 

"Well.." Where should I start? I can't believe I'm doing this right now. " My name is Isabelle Lynn Caldwell." 

Zayn nods his head slowly, signaling for me to continue. 

"I have no siblings. But I have two amazing bestfriends that are basically my siblings." I giggle. Zayn smiles slightly before his face turns all serious again. 

"For my parents, I have no idea where my Dad is. He left my Mom and I when I was 6 years old-" 

"What about your Mom?" Zayn cuts in. 

"S-she died 3 years ago, when I was 16." I whisper. The room fell silent and the gap between me and Zayn grew bigger. 

"Belle, I'm so sorry." Zayn apologizes as he placed his hand on mine. I retracted from his touch slowly.

"It's okay, it wasn't you're fault." I try to smile but I couldn't bring myself to do so. "My favorite color is violet and I really like peonies. I think there so beautiful." 

Zayn nods once again and knows that I changed the subject for a reason. But he was very polite to not ask why and left it alone. 

"I love yoga, I am definitely a yogi. Lastly, I truly hate- despise actually.. cheesecake." I admit. 

"Cheesecake? Why? It's good." Zayn asks. 

"Because it's just gross." I say in disgust. 

"How is it gross?" Zayn chuckles. 

"When I was 10 I had a slice of cheesecake and puked after. Ever since then I have not ate anymore cheesecake, nor will I ever." I explain. 

"Maybe it was just some bad cheesecake." 

"Zayn, all cheesecake is bad." I defend. 

"So if I made you cheesecake, you wouldn't eat it?" Zayn questions. 

"Er, I don't know?" I laugh. "Please don't make me any though." 

"You are such a cheesecake hater." Zayn grumbles and I laugh at his comment. 

"I never said I wasn't." I shrug. 

"It's pretty late, you can sleep here if you'd like." Zayn says getting up from the couch. 

"I'm not tired though." I whine. He turns around to face me and I pout. 

"What would you like to do then?" Zayn says falling back on the couch. 

"Do you have netflix?" I ask. He better have netflix, everyone should have netflix.

"Yes, do you want to watch a movie?" Zayn questions as he turns on the TV. I nod as he flips on a random movie. We watched the movie for awhile before I began to yawn. Zayn handed me a blanket as I wrapped myself in it. 

"Zayn?" I whisper. 

"Yeah?" He answers back as I let out another yawn. 

"When will it be my turn to get to know you?" I ask as I closed my eyes.