Zayn's Little Princess

Sarah Emily Smith was just an ordinary girl. There wasn't anything special about her, well at least that's what he thought. But when One Direction come to the store she worls at, will Zayn see something in her? What kind of adventures will Sarha be sucked into? Read to find out!

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28. Chapter Twenty-eight

Zayn's Point Of View

When I woke up, Sarah was still sleeping. Her angelic face looked so peaceful when it was sleeping. I loved her, and I always would. I kissed her forehead and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I didn’t know that you were such a light sleeper.” I apologized.  

She smiled. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

We got up and headed into the kitchen.

“So, what do you wanna do?” she asked.

“I dunno, how about we make pancakes?”

She shook her head. “We had pancakes yesterday.”

“How about we go have breakfast at the café across the street? On me.”

“Sure!”

We slipped on some clothes, and when Sarah got out of the bathroom, she looked amazing! As she always did. She wore this plaid button up shirt, jeans, some flats, a black beanie, and some sunglasses. She looked stunning, as always.

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“Shall we go?” I ask in a fancy way placing my arm in the perfect position for her to slip hers in, and she did.

“Why of course we can!” attempting to make the same accent as I did.

We walked across the street, hand in hand. We walked up to the waiter and he asked:

“What will it be sir?”

“Table for two please.” I replied.

We sat down and eyed our menus.

I decided on what I was going to eat.

“What're you having?” I asked

“A croissant.” She stated. “What're you having?”

“I'm gonna have scrambled eggs with potatoes on the side.” Sarah smiled. “What?” I asked

“Its just, you're so cute when you say ‘potatoes’.” She answered.

I smiled. “I never thought that one random word could make a girl smile so much.”

She blushed “Well it can if the boys accent is super sexy and British.”

I smiled. “Why British?”

“Do you know how hard it is to resist a British accent? It’s freakin’ impossible!” she raised her voice a little.

I laughed. “Good to know.”

“But it only works for boys, of course.”

We laughed, and then the waiter took our order. When he came back with our food we thanked him and we started to eat. While she was looking at the beautiful view we had, I took some jam on my finger I held it up and tapped on her shoulder. She turned to face me and soon she had a face full of jam.

“Zayn!” she gasped.

Soon I had a face full of butter to match her jam. We both ran off to the bathroom to clean up. When I got back she told me off.

“Okay, okay, I get it, never smudge jam in your face ever again.” I said as she finished up.

I paid the bill, and then she slipped her hand in mine, and we walked back to the hotel.

She laughed. “What is it now?” I asked.

“Your hands are so big!” she pointed out.

“Two things: number one, Louis did always say I had enormous hands. And Two, maybe my hand isn’t big, maybe your hand is small.”

“No, I'm pretty sure your hands are bigger than mine.”

 When we got back to the hotel, we packed up because we came back from break tomorrow.

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