Teenage Casanova

Being an heir to a billion dollar company wasn't all that it was cracked up to be; just ask pompous troublemaker teen, Harry Styles. Sure, it had its ups, but when your CEO father threatens to cut you off and kick you out of the family unless you take over the company when he steps down next year, it ends up putting a little damper on all the fun of being a spoiled rich kid. Growing up definitely wasn't on the agenda at only nineteen years, but maybe with a little time away that would give him the time to think it all over and figure out what the hell he was going to do. And to cause reckless chaos. In enters Kennedy Ross, a good girl from Seattle, Washington, who was being forced into spending her summer with her older sister in Barcelona, Spain. The only thing she wanted to do was get through the next few months with nothing but a good tan and a few memorable stories to tell. She just didn't expect that those stories would include a spoiled brat and a painter.


23. I Feel Alive - PART I

Morning comes way too soon.

Kennedy sighed, rolling over onto her side and trying to ignore the blinding light shining through her window. But even if she could avoid it, the headache she had was still going to keep her from getting any more sleep. So, instead of riding it out, she pushed herself up and out of bed.

It didn’t take long before she was sitting back on the bed, holding her head and groaning. It wasn’t as bad of a hangover as she thought it was going to be, but it definitely wasn’t that great either. She knew she probably should have stopped at only two or three drinks, but after everything she was dealing with, she definitely needed more. 

It also didn’t help that one of her main problems was the person she was drinking with; Harry Styles. Or, how she would have usually called him, her mortal enemy. Except, that part was kind of voided now that they were finally moving past their differences so they could be friends of some sort.

Of some sort, Kennedy sighed, leaning her back against the mattress and staring up at the ceiling. The truth was, she didn’t know what she and Harry were actually. Were they friends? Were they nothing? Or were they more?

“Definitely not something more,” she mumbled under her breath as she closed her eyes. She was with Zayn now and that was the end of it. She chose to be with him. She wanted to be with him.

Except that wasn’t the end of it. 

She could hide and deny and avoid anything that had to do with any type of feelings she felt for Harry, but deep down she knew that there was a flutter. It was a small flutter, but a flutter nonetheless. When he kissed her the night before, it was like everything stopped for just those few seconds and the only two people in the world were him and her. 

And then the flutter passed and the moment was over. 

She thought it was to her relief, but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t understand why the feeling was there in the first place. Harry had done nothing but disappoint her and make her angry and, to be honest, been a completely dick since day one…and yet there was a damn flutter when his lips met hers. 

“What does this even mean?” Kennedy groaned, pressing her hands to her face and completely stressing out.

“What does what mean?”

Kennedy almost died from a heart attack right there as she was spooked. She quickly turned her attention to Hannah walking into the room, holding a glass of water and some pills in her hand. 

“Nothing,” Kennedy quickly responded. There was one thing she hadn’t thought about until that very moment. Harry was Hannah’s boyfriend and he had kissed her last night. She knew it was wrong, keeping it from her, but she had already butted into their relationship so much since they started dating that she really didn’t want to start anymore fights. 

It was just a one-time thing. Spur of the moment, really. They were both caught up in the moment of sincerity and it didn’t mean anything. Not all kisses have to mean something, she was sure of it. It was never going to happen again.


“I brought you something to cure that hangover of yours, even though you didn’t even bother staying at the fabulous party I threw you last night.”

That was another thing she had to face: the aftermath of what happened at her birthday party. Sure, she didn’t stick around that long, but she sure as hell made things a bit more complicated in the time she was there.

And the main complication was her new boyfriend; Zayn. 

She was happy about being with him, of course she was. But there was still that hint of doubt in her that she wasn’t ready for this. She knew that it was probably her own feelings of her horrible past relationship, but it was still there. And it was still stressing her out more than she thought she could handle. 

She wanted to be with Zayn. She just didn’t know if she would ever be one hundred percent ready to be with him.

“Sorry I bailed.” Kennedy took the pills Hannah had given her and chased them down with the water. After cringing a bit, not liking taking medicine at all, she turned her attention back to her sister. “You know me. I’m not really a party person.” She decided to skip the part where she spent the night actually enjoying hanging out with her sister’s boyfriend. “I really did appreciate it though, honestly.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just going to skip next time and not throw you one since you’ll probably ditch that one too.” Hannah smiled and sat down next to Kennedy on the bed, nudging her with her elbow. “So?”


“So don’t leave me hanging! I heard that Niall guy talking to Zayn about how you two are together now!” Hannah’s giddiness was definitely going to take getting used to again. It wasn’t the first time she freaked out over Kennedy dating someone, and it especially wouldn’t be the first time she was going to get teased about it either. She was just waiting for the teasing to begin, really. 

She blushed slightly, rubbing the back of her neck as the nerves started to take over. She always felt these nerves when she thought about Zayn, especially now that the two of them had decided to be more than just friends. 

“Oh, that.” Hannah slapped her shoulder, as if to say “Of course that!” Kennedy just chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “Yeah, we decided to… and then we kissed… and then that’s it.” It sounded more amazing in her head, but once the words came out of her mouth she couldn’t tell if the moment had really been as great as she thought. 

But as she thought on it, the moment was that great. Her eyes trailed down to her wrist as she looked at the charm Zayn had gotten her for her birthday before everything went down. She smiled a little, fiddling with it with her fingers. 

“I’m really happy for you, baby sister. Zayn seems like a really great guy.”

“He really is and I really, really like him, but–”

“No buts,” Hannah warned, making a face. “You do this every time there’s a guy that you like. You go through all these great qualities about this fantastic person, and then there’s always a catch with you. There is always a ‘but’, and there shouldn’t be this time.” 

That was actually the truth, even if she didn’t want to admit it. She always picked people apart, trying to find something to keep her from perusing them. But now with Zayn? That wasn’t the case at all.

“The but isn’t with Zayn,” she sighed. “It’s with me. I’m the but this time.”

If the universe wasn’t against her already, it was at that point when her phone started to ring. She picked it up quickly, seeing that it was Zayn. Her heart sped up, almost to the point where she was sure it was beating way too fast to actually function properly. She was panicked as she paced back and forth.

She hadn’t talked to Zayn since last night, and even then she kind of ditched him. And now he was calling her and probably wanting an explanation. And Kennedy really didn’t have a great reason to give him.

Taking a deep breath, she answered it. “Zayn,” she paused for a moment, “hey, how are you?” Out of all the things she could have said to him, she asks the most generic thing.

“I’m great. I’m really glad you answered, because I kind of really wanted to talk to you about last night. We didn’t really get to finish our conversation before you left.”

Straight and to the point.

“I’m sorry about that, really.”

“It’s okay, Niall said you had to go deal with something so I decided I’d just call you later to finish our conversation.” She waited, wondering what he had to say. She was a little relieved to know he wasn’t mad at her for flaking, but she still felt bad about the whole thing. “I was wondering if you maybe want to go out with me tonight? On a real date.”

Those insecure feelings she had been struggling were coming back with vengeance. Her stomach twisted in knots as she began pacing again, just as badly as she was before. 

Zayn wanted to go on a date with her; a real, non-grocery store, ice cream eating, being completely goofy, date. Yeah, that was definitely causing her to panic slightly. She had never been good at the dating part and she wasn’t sure she was ready to completely embarrass herself, especially not in front of Zayn.

But she knew that this was Zayn she was talking about. The guy was a complete gentlemen. No matter how badly she messed up or embarrassed herself, he would be there to make everything feel better. He was a good guy, almost too good of a guy for her. She knew that she wanted to go, all she had to do was say yes.

“Please tell me your silence isn’t a no.”

“What?” She realized she had been silent for so long and quickly stumbled over her words. “Oh, no. Sorry, I was kind of in my own world here.” She took a deep breath before answering him. “Actually, I would really like to see you tonight.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the change in his voice. “Really? That’s great, because I kind of jumped the gun and made us reservations for dinner. Sorry, I was kind of excited.” He coughed slightly, the nerves obviously showing in his voice. “So, I’ll pick you up tonight?”

“Okay.” She bit her lip, trying to hide the smile. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Once she was off the phone, she jumped towards her bed, flopping down onto it and groaning. She didn’t even know where to start. Dating was hard and she wasn’t exactly the best at it. She was excited, of course, but she was not looking forward to making a complete fool out of herself in front of Zayn.

“Don’t worry, Kenny. I’m going to make you look like a million bucks for your big date.” Hannah grabbed her sister’s hand, pulling her up. “First, we need to do something about that hair of yours.”

Kennedy made a face, knowing this afternoon was going to be a nightmare. She only hoped that tonight would make up for all the craziness she would have to go through with her sister. 



To say she was surprised by her reflection in the mirror, that would be an understatement. She couldn’t believe that after only an afternoon of letting her sister practically use her as a toy, she could actually look good. After years of being in Hannah’s shadow, she wondered if for once she’d be the one people would notice.

But, then again, the only person she really wanted to notice her was Zayn.

The only problem with actually looking okay was that Kennedy was not used to it at all, and she definitely wasn’t used to wearing a dress.

“I look like I’m about to go to prom, not to eat some food.” She tugged down on the bottom of it, trying to make it go lower than it was. She felt completely ridiculous, despite the obvious anxious eyes from Hannah. “He’s going to think I’m trying way too hard!”

“Shut up and stop messing it up!” Hannah slapped Kennedy’s hands away, fixing the dress herself. “You look beautiful and Zayn is going to drop dead when he sees how good you look. He’ll be begging you to go to bed with him.”

Kennedy turned quickly, glaring. “First, you don’t even know Zayn. He wouldn’t beg me to do something he knows I’m not ready to do. And second, I’m not ready to have sex yet. How many times do I have to tell you and everyone else that?”

“Probably a billion,” Hannah chuckled, patting the spot on the bed next to her. Kennedy reluctantly sat with a sigh, turning her head slightly as her sister put her arm around her. “Kenny, mom and dad would kill me if they knew I was talking to you about this stuff, but you’re eighteen now and I think it’s time you just get out there and do it!”

An internal forehead slap happened at that moment, a really, really hard one, at that. Kennedy shook her head, not exactly sure how to take this “advice” she had just been given. “Just get out there and do it!” That was probably the worst advice anyone has ever given her. Not only was she not going to take it, but she was going to completely ignore everything that was just said. 

She pushed Hannah’s arm off of her and got up, grabbing her bag and heading to the door, remaining silent due to the fact that if she were to open her mouth and say something sarcastic she would be even later than she already was. Kennedy did one last look of herself in the mirror in the living room, making a face and wondering if she really looked okay. Well, even if she didn’t there was no time to back out or change now. 

She hurried out the door and into the hallway, tripping slightly on her way out and falling into the wall. She cursed her stupid heels, something Hannah wouldn’t let her get out of, before pushing her hand into her bag and pulling out the secret flats she hit when her sister wasn’t looking. Kennedy quickly changed them out, putting the death trap shoes into her bag and sighing in relief when her feet felt a million times better.

When she turned back away from the wall to continue back down the hall, she didn’t expect to bump right into the one person she honestly didn’t want to see.


“Kennedy?” He took a step back, looking her up and down as his face completely flushed red. “You look…”

“Stupid? Dammit, I knew it.”

“I was going to say beautiful, actually. You look really beautiful.”

That was Kennedy’s cue to go red, and red she went. She bit her lip as she felt her stomach tie into massive knots as she tried to avoid contact with Harry. Meeting his eyes would only bring back those same weird feelings she was having earlier, and that was something she definitely didn’t want to have when she was about to go out with Zayn.

“Well, thank you. I would talk longer, but I have somewhere I need to be right now.” She tried to hurry around him, but, of course, him being Harry he had to grab her hand. His fingers locked with hers as he tugged her back, stopping her from advancing and forcing her to actually make eye contact with him.

Bring on the butterflies.

“I would really like to talk about last night–”

“It was nothing, Harry. You got caught up in the moment and kissed me and it’s really okay. There’s no reason to talk about it more. I really have to go and meet Zayn for our date.”

That was the keyword for Harry to let go of her hand and stare at her with sad eyes, as if he wasn’t happy with her response; to any of it. She didn’t expect any less from him, if she was being honest. Harry wasn’t Zayn’s biggest fan, after all, and he definitely wasn’t happy about the idea of the two of them going out.

“I didn’t know you were serious about that last night,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Sorry for making you late. Just… have fun?”

She wasn’t sure if any of that was sincere, especially by the irritated and upset look on his face, but she wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. They had finally found solid ground and were done with the fighting. At least, they were done with it for the moment. She was sure, especially with Harry in the picture, there would be many angry words to be shared in the future.

“I’ll see you later?” She tried to make him feel a little better by sounding hopeful, but she was sure her words wouldn’t affect him all too much. He just leaned against the wall and nodded, turning away from her. “Bye Harry.” It came out a lot sadder than she expected.

She didn’t look back at him as she made it to the elevators, catching the doors closing and hurrying inside. Disappointment crossed her, and a little regret, when she realized that it was Luca standing next to her. He eyed her a little, though definitely longer than Harry had, as she took a step away to get a better look. Kennedy tried not to pay attention to him, getting the creeps just by him checking her out.

Of course, the elevator didn’t go straight down. No, it had to stop every now and again, letting another person on. That didn’t stop Luca from keeping his focus solely on Kennedy, never looking away once. 

“You look sexy, Kennedy,” he mumbled towards her. “Hot date?”

She ignored him again.

“I bet Harry’s super jealous, huh? I don’t blame him, especially with you looking as good as you do right now.”

She tried to remember all the times Harry had warned her about not being alone with the guy, and she was finally starting to realize that. She wouldn’t have minded the compliments if they had come from anyone else, but Luca? For some reason she just didn’t like it at all.

When the elevator reached the lobby, she hurried out as quick as she could and made her way towards the front doors. 

“Don’t forget to use protection!”

That made her stop dead in her tracks. She almost turned right around to confront him, and probably give him a nice slap or even a punch, but she knew she was already running later than she would have liked. And she didn’t want Zayn to get the idea that she didn’t want to go out with him tonight. 

So, instead of doing what she wanted and punching the idiot, she pushed open the doors and walked out into the nice, and surprising, cool breeze.

And it didn’t take long before her eyes found what she hoped for.

Towards the curb, Zayn was leaning against his motorcycle, his fingers tapping anxiously against the bike. He looked like a nervous wreck, but an absolutely gorgeous one. She was frozen a little, just taking in how good he actually looked in all black.

As if he had a way of knowing when she was always looking at him, he turned his head a little, locking eyes with her. He seemed to be taken aback just as much as she was, because his jaw kind of fell open a little and his eyes went wide. Just like Harry, his cheeks turned red when she started walking towards him, their eyes never parting. She couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked when he blushed; something she wouldn’t mind seeing all the time.

She probably would have thrown up at how nervous she was about now, but she didn’t want to risk the embarrassment in front of him. She took a deep breath as she finished the walk towards him, smiling in unison with him as they stood in silence.

Usually, the silence would have killed her. But at that moment? She was just fine with it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Zayn realized what they had been doing and went even redder, dropping his eyes and coughing. “Wow, um. Kennedy, you look amazing. I… Just wow. I’m sorry; I’m kind of at a loss for words right now. I’m such an idiot.”

“I’m way over dressed, aren’t I? I’m sorry, I’ll go change–”

Zayn grabbed her hand, stopping her from walking away from him. That signature smile spread across his face, which only made her even more nervous than she already was. 

“You’re not at all,” he said lowly. “You look perfect.”

Well, if she wasn’t turning into a puddle before, she definitely was now. Her knees wobbled a little and she was sure that they were going to give out on her any second.

Nobody had ever called her perfect. She knew it wasn’t the truth, just a compliment, but it still meant a lot to hear it. If anyone was perfect between the two of them, it was most definitely Zayn. But, of course, she would never have the guts to actually say that. 

“So.” She tried to quickly divert the conversation to something else before she really did turn into that puddle. “I guess we should get going, huh? Wouldn’t want to be late for whatever we’re doing.”

Realization crossed his face and he nodded. “Yeah, of course. Here, let’s go.” He handed her the extra helmet before stopping. “Wow, okay. I’m sorry. Your hair looks so nice and I was the dork who rode his motorcycle here and expected you to, too. I’m sorry, let’s call a cab instead.”

She shook her head, laughing as she took the helmet from him. “My hair is only like this because Hannah was using me as a mannequin today. I don’t mind messing it up and pissing her off, to be honest. I would actually enjoy that.”

Zayn seemed to perk up a bit, moving closer and moving her bangs out of the way for her to put the helmet on. The closeness caused her to blush, again; something that was starting to be a common thing between the two of them. It didn’t help that he continued to smile that adorable grin to try and make her calmer.

Being calm was not an option. 

“Should we go?” He finally moved away from her, climbing on his bike and starting it up. She wasn’t the biggest fan of riding with him, considering the speeds he always travels at, but she didn’t even hesitate this time before climbing on behind him and wrapping her arms around him. “Hold on tight,” he whispered slightly, his head turned down in her direction.

Every time she road with Zayn her heart raced. She wasn’t quite sure if it was the fear of actually going so fast, or if being that close to him was doing the trick. Regardless, she tightened her grip around Zayn and pushed her face into his back, taking him in while she closed her eyes to avoid watching the road. 

She couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled as she clung to him. It was something different; definitely something she wasn’t used to. She couldn’t really pin point exactly what it was, but it was overwhelming in a good way. It was like it fit him perfectly; a deep and darker smell that was almost rough.

It was dazzling. 

Zayn turned sharply after a while, causing Kennedy to hold on tighter. Even though they traveled at speeds that could probably kill them if they weren’t careful, for some reason she felt completely safe. She was sure the reason was because she was with Zayn at the moment. Zayn made her feel safe. He made her feel like everything would be okay as long as he was around.

So why was there still a feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her that she wasn’t sure if being with him was the right choice?

She wanted to be with Zayn; that she knew for sure. But she didn’t know if right now was the right time. But, then again, she didn’t know if any time would be the right time. She was convinced that she was going to get hurt, regardless of who she was with. Of course, she knew the probability of what happened with Rory to happen again was low, but it still didn’t make her any less apprehensive. 

Zayn was a good guy. But so was Rory in the beginning. So how could she really know what would happen in the future?

She tried to push the feelings away once they made it to the restaurant and went inside. She was far too stressed with how expensive the place looked. “I don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere as nice as this. Are you sure it’s okay to be here? We can go somewhere cheaper. I really don’t mind.”

Zayn took her hand, giving it a squeeze as they waited to be seated. “It’s no problem. I actually have been saving so when you did say you’d go out with me I could take you somewhere nice like this.” That made her feel a little bad that he was wasting his hard earned money on her. Zayn turned his attention to the waiter, talking to him in Spanish; something Kennedy had yet to master. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Zayn sighed after a while, stressfully pressing a hand to his forehead. Kennedy turned to look at him, curious as to what was wrong. “Apparently my reservation didn’t go into the system right and they gave our table away and now there’s only one table left and, well, it’s not in the best place.”

“I don’t mind where we sit, really. It’s just a table.”

Zayn didn’t seem too sure, but he just exhaled lowly before turning back to the waiter and speaking again. It wasn’t long later before they were walking hand and hand back towards their new table near the bathroom doors. 

“You shouldn’t have to sit near the restrooms, Kennedy. I’m really sorry. I’ll go talk to them again and maybe if I slip them a little money they can get us a better table.” Zayn started to move back towards the front, but was stopped when Kennedy grabbed his arm, pulling him back towards where she was.

“Zayn, it’s fine. Like I said, it’s just a table. I don’t mind where we sit, honestly.” She leaned up slightly, kissing him gently on the cheek to try and make him believe her. “I just want to spend time with you, okay? Nothing else matters.”

That made him smile a little, a hint of blush popping up on his cheeks.

“If you’re sure.” 

The two of them finally sat down, smiling at each other and deciding to just move past the mix up and enjoy their date. Unfortunately, that was kind of hard whenever someone would come in and out of the bathroom, the doors on both sides hitting the back of each of their chairs. Zayn made a face, not looking happy at all about the situation.

“So,” Kennedy decided to distract him and break the silence, “I’m really glad we’re doing this. I’ve been dying to learn more about you, you know.”

Zayn looked up from his menu, smiling. “Yeah? I’m glad you said you’d come. I wasn’t that sure that you really wanted to come out with me, if I’m being honest. So I was kind of crossing my fingers the entire time that you would actually say yes.”

“If I’m being honest, I was a little nervous about it and wasn’t quite sure myself. I’m not good at the whole dating thing and I really didn’t want to embarrass myself. Especially not in front of you of all people.”

He leaned in a little, reaching his hand over and placing it on top of hers. She could feel the goose bumps popping up on her arm just by how soft he was looking at her and touching her. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not doing too well here. I’m not some dating expert and I’m definitely not anything special. There is nothing you could do to make me look away from you, Kennedy. I mean it.”

She wished so badly that he hadn’t moved his hand away at that moment. She could have lived for the rest of her life with his hand resting on hers and she would have been the happiest girl in the world. Kennedy couldn’t believe that someone could ever make her feel like that, and it was actually a bit shocking.

She didn’t understand it. She really didn’t understand it. She was always everyone’s second choice; sometimes not even a choice. She knew that it wasn’t because people never saw her before, but rather her sister always got in the way. That’s how it was with everyone, and for once it felt so good to not have to worry about that.

Zayn was only looking at her.

The waiter came back much later while Kennedy was still looking over the menu. She stared at the foreign words on it, not understanding anything. How was she supposed to order when she had no idea what she was ordering? She really wished at that moment that she had taken Spanish over German in school.

“Having trouble?” Zayn smiled when he saw the confusion on her face. He reached over again, taking the menu. “Want some help?” She nodded quickly, trying not to look like a complete idiot. “Let’s see… I think you’d like this.” He pointed to something in the menu at the waiter as he jotted it down in his notepad and took the menus from him. “I guess that’s another thing I should have taken into consideration, huh? I forgot you don’t speak Spanish, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugged. “Can I ask you something?” 


“I remember you said you moved here after you graduated, because you had to get away… I guess what I’m asking is what were you getting away from?” She knew being nosy wasn’t the best kind of conversation to strike up, but she was honestly curious.

The truth was, she didn’t know that much about Zayn, nor did he know a lot about her either. They were going on all of these feelings that they hardly knew anything about one another. To her, Zayn was a complete stranger. He was mysterious and yet she knew she was crazy about him.

She wanted to know everything about him.

It seemed like Zayn wasn’t as excited to share his thoughts with her. He looked completely relieved when the waiter walked over with a bottle of wine for the two of them. She smiled sadly at the man, wishing he hadn’t come and interrupted them, but deciding not to push anymore. She knew Zayn would tell her more about him with him; she just had to wait until he was ready to share everything with her.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t keeping her own secrets.

As he poured the wine into her glass, after Zayn said he’d stick with water, the bathroom door opened abruptly, smacking the back of her chair and causing her to jump. Then, as if the whole situation was like dominos, as she jumped, her arm accidentally moved towards the waiter, hitting his arm and causing him to spill the wine all over her, staining her dress. That made her jump even more, though this time out of her chair as she stared down at the mess.

Well, there went any chance of her getting out of tonight without embarrassing herself. Her cheeks burned as she tried to calm down, shaking her head as the man apologized over and over again for the accident. At this point, Zayn was out of his own chair and at her side, trying to help her clean up the stain with some napkins.

“Kennedy, I’m so sorry,” he, like the waiter, apologized repeatedly.

“It’s really okay. It’s just a dress,” she tried to reassure them both as she sighed. “I’ll be right back, okay? I’m gonna just go to the bathroom and try to fix this.” She hurried away behind her and towards the bathroom, trying hard not to freak out even more than she already was on the inside. 

Once inside, she looked herself over in the mirror and groaned, staring at the horrid mess in front of her. She could have lived with her hair being a mess from the motorcycle ride here, but now she looked even worse with the huge red stain on her dress. How could someone go from looking actually okay to looking horrible in less than an hour? It amazed her.

She took a few paper towels and quickly drenched them in water as she tried to stay calm. She tried her best to get the stain out, but it honestly only seemed to make it worse. At this point, she wasn’t sure if things could get any more horrible than they already were. Though, she knew she shouldn’t jinx it.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if the small string of bad luck thus far was punishment for having any doubt in going out with Zayn. There he was, trying to make everything great, and she was always questioning her own feelings. If all of it was punishment, well then it was a good one.

Kennedy tried to hide the embarrassing stain with her arms as she came out of the bathroom and immediately sat back at their table. Zayn removed his head from his hands, looking completely upset about the situation. He looked even more embarrassed than she did, which she didn’t know was possible.

“I’m so sorry about your dress.” He took his jacket from the back of the chair and walked around the table to be at her side. He gently wrapped it around her shoulders, trying to give her a smile. “Here, you can use it if you want. I promise I’ll get your dress cleaned as soon as possible.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, okay? It was an accident. I’m not mad.” She pushed her arms into jacket, taking in Zayn’s scent as she did so.

“No more bad things, okay? You and I are just going to eat and get to know each other and have a really good time.” He looked up as the waiter came back. “See? There’s our food now so how about we start fresh and just have a good time from now on?”

“I’d love that.” She continued to smile at him as their food was sat on the table. Unfortunately, that smile faded when she looked down at her plate and quickly pushed it away. “Oh no.”

Zayn stared at her, confused. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

“I’m kind of really, really allergic to shellfish.”

That seemed like all Zayn could take. He dropped his head, groaning under his breath as she slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Let’s just go, okay? I’ll take you home. I’m-I’m really sorry. This is not how tonight was supposed to go.”

She could tell how frustrated he was and decided not to object. She felt completely awful, knowing that she was probably at fault for how bad things were going. Out of all the days, it had to be their first date that had to fall apart. She would definitely be kicking herself for the longest time about this one.

Zayn quickly paid as he put his arm around her and walked her outside. He kept his head down, as if he was trying to avoid any eye contact with her. “This was all supposed to go so differently, Kennedy. I had everything planned and I ruined it all. I told you I’m not good at dating either. I’m probably the worst at it.”

She shook her head, reaching up and placing her hands on his face to make him look at her. When their eyes met, she could tell how upset he truly was. She had never seen him like this before, and she never really wanted to. Zayn was always smiling and always in a good mood, and she didn’t like this at all.

“It doesn’t matter what we do, okay? Tonight is not ruined. All I really wanted to do was spend time with you, I told you that. Hell, we can go down to the beach and get some hotdogs and just talk. Anything we do will be the best date ever. I promise. I just want to be with you.”



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