You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


13. Thirteen ღ


    "Take this," Zayn said, handing me a leather jacket. I studied the slick fabric as we walked down to the garage.

        "Zayn, I told you. I can't strip tease you in public," I said, smiling and shaking my head. He laughed and slipped into his own black, shiny jacket.

        "We'll talk of that later," he said, and I could tell he was considering the idea.

We made our way through the dimly lit garage to the far end of it. As we neared the vehicle, I noticed it didn't have four wheels, but two. This boy was trying to get me onto a motorcycle.

        "Woah woah woah..." I trailed off.

        "She's a beauty, isn't she?" he smiled, like a little kid with a new toy. "She's my newest splurge," I just stared at the incredibly slick and definitely fierce bike. Shiny black paint marbled its way through the front of the cycle; chrome sparkling under the light. Zayn threw one of his legs over the bike and began putting on his gloves.

        "Hop on, babe," he said, smiling that amazing smile. I nodded my head obidiently and put on my jacket. Hopping on the back of that bike could be the death of me, but I could honestly care less. At least I'd die a happy girl.

I put one leg over the bike and settled behind him. He already had his helmet on. He handed me mine, and I took it happily. I paused before putting it on.

        "Just in case we die, I love you," I smiled and lifted up the glass on his helmet, kissing his lips. I could feel him smiling

        "I love you too," he laughed. "Does IHOP sound okay for breakfast?"

        "Anything edible! I could eat the whole place," I said through my helmet.

       "Alright, IHOP it is!" He nodded. He turned the key and the engine roared to life, rumbling and putting under us.

        "Hold on tight, love," he said, grinning mischievously. He flipped up the kickstand and we were off, thundering through the garage.

We hit the main street and I tightened my hold around him. Wind, warm and fierce, splashed on my face, sending my hair into a wild frenzy everywhere. I swallowed hard as cars flew around us, praying that we'd arrive safely.

A light turned yellow and Zayn swiftly slowed the bike to a stop as it shifted to red. He put his legs out to hold the bike up and steadied himself. I loosened up a bit. Cars came to a stop on both sides  of us, some staring at the beauty of the riveting bike. I'm sure Zayn could see the people staring, but he made no sign of it. He sat straight and tall, staring at the road in front of us.

The light changed and he brought his feet up before gunning it through the sleepy town. The wind whipped my hair back again, and I couldn't help but want to squeal. This was pure adrenaline.

I clung tightly to Zayn until he pulled in the parking lot and stopped the bike. My whole body felt like it was vibrating as he helped me off and flipped up the glass on his helmet.

        "See, you're alive," he smiled, unfastening the strap under my chin. He gently slid the helmet off and ran his fingers through my messy, windblown hair. We set our helmets on the bike seats before we made our way into the lively breakfast joint.

We picked a booth near the window and ordered our food. I yawned unattractively and took a sip of my orange juice, glancing at Zayn over the rim of my cup. His eyes were on me, his lips in that incredible smirk of his.

        "What?" I smiled selfconsioucly. 

He laughed and shook his head. "Nothing. You just look pretty amazing, regardless the fact that you just woke up,"

I couldn't help but smile at that one. He was just too darn cute.

        "What are you buttering me up for?" I raised an eyebrow at him. The waitress came by with our food and sat the stacks of hot pancakes in front of us. The smell was irresistible, and I struggled to keep my attention on him. I nodded my thanks to the waitress and waited for his reply.

        "What? Can't a guy tell his girlfriend she looks incredible right after she wakes up, for no reason?!" His eyes were almost asking me the question.

I cut into the stack of hotcakes and popped a forkful into my mouth. "Not usually,"

He sighed and looked down at his plate, smiling a little. He waited a few moments before looking up again, his expression showing sweet defeat. "There's a party tonight. A masquerade, if you will. I want you to go with me. None of the lads are bringing dates, but I don't care. I don't want to be away from you for a second."

I grinned a little before meeting his gaze.

        "Okay, but what about an outfit?" I asked, knowing I didn't have much to work with. He grinned and took my hand.

        "That can be arranged, Love,"


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