Thought of You

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COMPLETED. Clara-Rose Flemming. 17 years old. Model and actress. Got a call from her agent to be in a music video at Malibu Beach. She goes and finds that it's One Direction's video. She never gets in a relationship with anyone she works with. BUt will Zayn change her mind?

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12. Chapter 12

 

Chapter 12

 

'Zaaaaaaaaaaaayn.' I dragged out his name. He was in the drivers' seat, much to my dismay, and he was driving along a road that I knew was far from my flat. He didn't turn his head as I said his name. 

'Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaayn.' I said again. I've been doing this for a good five minutes and he won't turn around. 

I decided to poke him. I poked his cheek multiple times and he didn't look discomforted. I sighed and I decided to poke his sides. He jumped at that and I knew I found the right spot. I poked his sides and every time I did he would jump. He started to flinch every time I move my hand and I would giggle like crazy. I poked him again and this time he caught my hand. 

'I'm driving, Clara.' He tried to say seriously but I can tell he was fighting back a smile. I used my other hand to poke his sides. 

'I have two hands, Zayn.' I laughed and poked him again. He caught my hand with the same one he caught before and my eyes widened in shock.

'You have big hands.' I commented. 

'You know what they say about big hands.' He turned to me while wiggling his eyebrows. My eyes widened even more and I pulled my hand out of his grip to slap him. 

'I was gonna say big gloves? What were you thinking.' Zayn defended himself and I shook my head at him. I admit, I thought it the dirty way. 

'Where are you taking me?' I grumbled with my arms crossed. 

'A surprise.' He smirked and I huffed. 

'I hate surprises.' I muttered. 

'Well, you'll love this one.' He smiled and continued to drive. I turned on the radio and what makes you beautiful began to play. 

'Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell. You don't know-o-ow. You don't know you're beautiful.' Zayn sang along to the lyrics quietly. But when it came up to his part he sang loudly. 

'So c-come on. You've got it wrong. To prove I'm right I put it in a song. I don't know why, you're being shy and turn away when I look into your eyes.' He looked into my eyes and I looked back, a little mesmerized by his voice. He sang like an angel, the harmony was perfect and I just didn't realise how talented this guy is. 

'What? Was my singing bad?' Zayn asked me with worry in his eyes. 

'No. It was perfect.' I murmured. 

'Perfect?' He smirked and I mentally facepalmed myself for saying that. 

'I-er..' I tried to think of a cover up. 

'Don't try and deny it. You think my singing is perfect.' He winked at me. 

I sighed defeatedly and slumped back in my seat. A few minutes later, Zayn pulled up at a small park. 

'What are we doing here?' I asked him, as I took in the scenery. 

'Im taking you out for ice cream.' He shrugged his shoulders. 

'Why?' I asked him through narrowed eyes. 

'Because I'm trying to make it up to you.' He replied. 

'Ice cream doesn't make up for everything you did.' I said, with my arms crossed. 

'I know. There's still more.' He winked and got out of the car. I sighed and got out as well. 

He took my hand and pulled me towards a gelato stand. I looked at all the choices and had no clue which one to pick. They all look so delicious. 

'Oooh, I want that one!' I said, pointing to the white macadamia one. 

'You sound like a little kid.' Zayn chuckled and I giggled a bit. 

He handed my my ice cream in a cup and I took it off him, staring at it in wonder. This is the est looking ice cream in the whole entire world. 

'Thank you!' I squealed and gave him a hug. 

It felt weird hugging him. But in a good way. I don't know why, but Zayn makes me feel safe. It's funny knowing that this is the first time I've ever been in his arms on my own account. But I felt safe and it felt right. I honestly don't know what I feel for Zayn. I'm enraged of everything he's done but I don't know. It's one of those feelings where you're hesitant at first but you have a hunch that everything will end up being amazing. Like trying a new flavour of ice cream for the first time. Or riding the biggest roller coaster you've seen. I feel nervous and scared but I have this small feeling that something amazing will come out of it. I pulled away from the hug and smiled at him while looking into his hazel eyes. 

'You're welcome, Clara.' He smiled back. His eyes were glistening with happiness as he looked into mine. 

'You're allowed to call me Rose.' I said to him, taking a spoonful if my white macadamia ice cream. 

'Does that mean in forgiven?' He asked with his eyebrows raised high. 

'You're forgiven for yelling at me and for being jealous of Harry. But you still have to work on calling me a bitch and kissing me without my consent.' I told him. 

I may sound selfish or whatever for saying this but I've already forgiven him. I've forgiven him for everything. I just want to know what else he has for me. 

'Yes! I'm halfway!' He cheered and he sounded genuinely happy. 

'Yes, you're halfway.' I confirmed with a giggled. I took another spoonful into my mouth as we walked out of the shop. 

'Didn't you buy any?' I asked him when I noticed his hands were in his pockets.

'Nah.' He shook his head. 

I felt guilty, he spent money on me but not any for himself. I frowned and tried to think of something to sort of repay him. I stopped him from walking and he looked at me with a questioning look. I took a spoonful if my ice cream and put it in front of his face. He looked down at it and shook his head. 

'No, Rose. That's yours.' He said, pushing my hand away from his face. 

'Nooo, have some.' I put it back I front. 

'No, it's yours. Enjoy it.' He smiled as he gently pushed my hand away again. If he won't take it then I'm going to have to force it. 

'Knock knock.' I blurted out. 

'Who's there?' He played along. 

'Britney.' I smiled. 

'Britney who?' He sounded eager. 

'Knock knock.' My smile grew bigger, turning into a grin. 

'Who's there?' He asked while his eyebrows were furrowed. 

'Britney.' I said. 

'Britney who?' He asked. 

'Oops, I did it again!' I sang the lyrics and he doubled over. 

He laughed with his mouth wide open and I shoved my spoon of ice cream into his mouth. He instantly closed his mouth around the spoon and took the ice cream in. He glared at me but swallowed it, anyway. I grinned triumphantly. 

'That wasn't fair. You shoved it down my throat.' He glared at me through narrowed eyes. 

'It was the only way to feed you.' I shrugged my shoulders, popping the spoon in my mouth. 

'Why? I said it was yours.' He asked me with his head slightly tilted to the side. 

'Because I felt bad you spent your money on me and not on yourself.' I answered him. 

'So? I have lots of money, I don't mind spending it on you.' He shrugged his shoulders. 

'Noooo, you're not allowed to spend it on me unless I pay you back somehow.' I said to him with a hand on my hip. 

'Im allowed to spend it in you. You're not allowed to pay me back.' He said, pointing a finger at me. 

'No. I won't take it.' I said, as I put the last spoonful in my mouth. 

'Is this how you'll be if you were my girlfriend?' He asked me with a small chuckle. 

I felt my cheeks flush. He's never said something like this before and I was caught off guard. He's imagined me being his girlfriend? I felt like flying! What? No. This isn't a good thing. I don't like him. I don't like the guy who yelled at me, who got jealous of something that I had to so, who called me a bitch and most of all, I don't like the guy who kissed me while I was mad at him. No, I can't like him. But as I stared into his hazel eyes, I can't help feeling a strong pull towards him. 

He can't know I was thinking about this. He'll think he's won me over when he hasn't. Not yet, anyway. 

'Girlfriend?' I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

'Guys imagine, right?' He shrugged his shoulders. 

Did he just hint that he wants me to be his girlfriend?

 

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A/N

 

Yes, I know it was short. Please don't hate me!

 

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-Winona

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