The Time Of My Life

Cassie Holmes never expected to win the Win a Date with One Direction creative writing competition. She had only entered because it gave her another excuse to write; something she loves to do. She’s not really a fan of the boy band, but when she meets her date of choice, Zayn Malik, she can’t help but feel drawn to him. Zayn is focused on his career as a member of One Direction, but after reading Cassie's winning entry he is intrigued. Meeting her in person, he is taken with her wit and charm. Will what starts out as just a publicity stunt become something more?

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10. CASSIE: This Kiss

After making sure that the boys were settled in, Zayn asked if he could see my house.  He was surprised when I led him past the main house towards the garden.

“We’re not going inside?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t live in the main house,” I’d replied.

“The main house?”

I giggled, remembering that I hadn’t told him that I lived on my parent’s land in a separate house from them.  “I like my privacy,” I explained.  “Also it lets me be close to my parents but not so much that they’re always looking over shoulder.”

Coming to my front door, I took my keys out from my trouser pocket and unlocked it.

Zayn followed me in.

I had had the hallway painted a cheery yellow, and I’d hung up watercolour and oil paintings of Italy.

In fact much of my home had decorations or artwork that were either from or inspired by Italy.  The floor in my kitchen were real Italian tiles we’d had imported.  It was a lot like the kitchen in the main house, but smaller.  The tiles in my bathrooms had also come from Italy.

In the living room, Zayn browsed through my DVD, CD and record collections.

“Quite a collection,” Zayn commented when he’d finished browsing.

“Some of them were Dad’s,” I said.  “A couple of them are duplicates he had.”

He pulled out a Michael Jackson album.  “I’d pegged you more as a Rock fan,” he said.

“I have been all my life,” I replied.  “I’m kind of a big eighties fan, so I have songs and albums from that decade.”

“Can we watch a movie?” he asked after he’d put it back.

I nodded.  “Pick one.”

After some consideration, Zayn chose Be Cool, with John Travolta and Uma Thurman.  It wasn’t my favourite but I enjoyed watching it all the same, mostly because of the music.  My favourite songs out of the whole film were the Black Eyed Peas’ ‘Sexy’ and Christina Milian’s ‘Believer’.

When it came to my favourite scene in the film, where the Peas had walked on stage to perform and John Travolta’s character had asked Uma Thurman’s to dance, Zayn suddenly asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I vaguely wondered what had brought it on.  We hadn’t discussed it and I genuinely didn’t want to lose his friendship so I hadn’t said anything.  “You’re serous?” I asked.

He nodded, smiling hopefully at me.

Something about it made me look away from him.  I nibbled on my lip as my thoughts whirled around my mind.  If I was honest with myself I did think about being his girlfriend, but I never really thought about it seriously.

I replied the only way I could.  “Yes.”

He looked me right in the eye.

I felt my face heat up and looked away, embarrassed.

He touched my chin and turned my face back towards him.

I watched as his eyes came closer.

I instinctively closed my eyes.  And he kissed me.

I had the vague realisation that this was our first real kiss before it was swept away and all I could think about were his lips on mine.

 

We kissed a few more times after that before we turned our attention back to the film.  After a while Zayn snaked his arm around my shoulders and let me lean against him.

It was nice.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was Zayn’s iPhone ringing.  It was Louis wondering whether Zayn was coming back for dinner, to which he immediately replied that he was going to be having dinner with me.

I hadn’t made any plans for dinner, but luckily I could make something tasty and fairly healthy in a snap.  It was something I learned in my first year of university while I stayed in a shared house with several other students.  Though I didn’t need to, I thought it would be a good experience for me and Dad agreed with me.

As soon as Zayn got off the phone with Louis, he apologised saying that he just wanted to spend more time with me.

I shook my head and said I didn’t mind too much.

I took him into the kitchen.  I had a quick look in my fridge to see what I could use to make dinner.  I had enough to make a seafood sauce.  I took out deveined prawns, scallops, a small courgette, several mushrooms and single cream.

I made a simple seafood sauce to go with my mother’s homemade tagliatelli pasta and added a dash of white wine to make it a little more luxurious. 

As we sat down to eat, we started talking about the film and its’ soundtrack, which led to a discussion about music, which continued even after we finished eating.

Zayn was a big urban music fan, and liked singers like Usher and Ne-Yo, whereas I am more into Rock and Classical music.

When a lull came into the conversation, Zayn said he thoroughly enjoyed the meal.  He said the sauce was very much like a soup, and that the white wine gave it a nice kick.

Zayn insisted on helping me to clear the plates and cutlery, and to wash up despite protest from me.  After that we sat down in the living room with cups of coffee and chatted.  When Zayn had finished his cup, he went back to the house he rented with his band-mates.  As tempted as I was to call him, I didn’t want to crowd him; even if we were now in a relationship.

As I got ready for bed, my mind kept replaying that kiss over and over in my head.

Even as I fell asleep, Zayn’s face was in my dreams.

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