Summer Love (On Hold)

Taylor is a straight-A student and every parents dream. She was the perfect daughter and she had it all. But one thing that lacked in her life was adventure. So when she has a fight with boyfriend of 3 years, Sean Cooper, she's about to meet her knight in shining armor (Zayn Malik) who comes to her aid in more ways than one. With a long holiday ahead, Taylor is fortunate that she can spend it with Zayn and there she will get more than she'd bargained for. It's funny just how much can happen in just two months.


2. Chapter 2.

We walk together in silence, none of us saying a word. Weirdly, it's a comfortable silence and for the first time, I feel at ease. This isn't the first time that Sean's manhandled me. Our arguments always involve something of the physical nature and not all of it is good. When I go to look at Zayn, he seems deep in thought, biting his lip. His brow furrows as if going over something important in his head.

"So, what happened back there? How did you stand up to him like that? He seems to intimidate everyone that knows him," I ask, genuinely intrigued. He looks puzzled by my question.

"It's what anyone would do; he was hurting you and so I had no choice but to intervene. It doesn't matter how big or small you are because none of that matters. I'm not very intimidated that easily. He was weak and hardly seemed a threat," he shrugs. I flush, embarrassed on both me and Sean's account. For some reason, I don't know.

"Hey, why are you looking down? Please don't feel ashamed, that was a little harsh of me to say," he apologizes. He reaches over to tilt my chin up so that my gaze meets his. I drink in his features, he's absolutely gorgeous: sharp nose, lovable lips, long lashes, an impressive jawline, and the most perfect cheekbones and teeth that I've ever seen. And his They dance with some untold humor? Is he laughing at me?

"Wow, I've just noticed that you have the most beautiful eyes, just like the ocean. I could lose myself in them," I blush furiously, obviously delighted by his compliment. Although, it was definitely unexpected.

"Thanks, you too," I mumble and he laughs, so carefree and joyous. I can't help but get caught up in it all, so infectious that he is.

"I've only just met you and already, I'm laughing. Who are you?" I smile because I am interested. I have never seen him around here and he looks around my age. I do know a lot of people but unfortunately, Zayn ain't one of them. A troubled look fleets across his face and he looks confused. I frown.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I know a place we can go to, it's awesome," he's back from wherever he disappeared off to and just like that, I drop it.

"I'll take your word for it. Show me the way," I chirp up. His eyes twinkle with excitement.

"I'll be more than happy to," he takes my hand and I flush crimson. I can feel that electricity between us, letting sparks fly. I'd never felt this with Sean-in fact, I only went out with him as a dare. What a stupid mistake that was.

"You have such a beautiful blush. Brings out the color of your cheeks," Zayn says, complimenting. I flush even more. Geez, what is it with this guy? And why am I blushing like some teenage fool? That's because you like him, duh'! my inner goddess points out the obvious. I mentally tell her to shut it.

 What does this mean? Does he like me? Could we..? If it weren't for him, I'd be the consistency of Jell-O splattered all over the pathway. He looks down at me, trying to read my thoughts. Sadly, I have a stupid grin plastered on my face, a dead giveaway to my inner emotions. Fortunately, he reflects it with just as much effort. Wow, this feels so right.


We turn up at another cafe. It's called Cafe Karma. Go Figure.

"This place has the best pork dumplings. I love them," he winks and I almost faint. He pulls the door open and allows me to go through first and so we have to break the precious contact. I'm disappointed. Stupid doors. The chime bells ring as we walk on through. Zayn's by my side in a second. The atmosphere is electric and I'm instantly transported back to when I was in China. It smells heavenly and I realize that I'm hungry. No wait, I'm famished. My stomach rumbles. Zayn looks down at me, smiling.

"I always look forward to coming here. The smells are mouth-watering. Are you hungry?" he asks as we walk up to the counter. I nod shyly, not wanting to make it to obvious that I'm starving. A cheery old lady greets us warmly.

"I'll just find us a spot before they're taken. Oh, and order whatever, I'm not fussed." I excuse myself and go off in search for a table for two. It's packed and the air is buzzing with conversation. I spot a table situated from everyone else. I'm about to walk to it when I stop and think. I don't even know this guy. I mean, he punched my ex! Which, by the way, was seemingly sexy. But what does that say to me about him? Should I choose to sit there? What if something happens? Although, I'm not sure what, considering there's a lot of people and it's in a public place. Nothing will happen you moron! You're always assuming the worst.. my subconscious glares at me. Well, that is true..

I realize, what choice do I have? He saved my butt and it's the only available table. Plus, if he weren't there, I'd be locked up in Sean's room for a good 2 hours until he calmed down. But is that a good enough excuse? Maybe I should tell him that I have to go, but then I don't want that. Gah! You like him, I like him, get on with it! she screams. I choose to ignore her, knowing that she's right. I continue and seat myself down. I look straight ahead and see him waiting patiently in line. My mouth practically drools. He's stunning...wait, stunning does not even cover it. Is this my big break? Maybe he! That's what happens when I'm left to stir in my own thoughts.

He looks exciting; the kind of guy that's living the life that I want: action-pumped and adrenaline-filled where no two days are the same. My life is dull in comparison to the life that I envision for myself. Just this once, I want a taste of real freedom. I'm letting my thoughts run away with me..

"Hello? You still there?" Zayn sets the tray down that is laden with food. He must love his food. I snap out of it.

"Oh right, yeah, I'm still here," I laugh. He sits down and hands me some chopsticks.

"I know that it's a lot of food but I thought you might wanna try some of my favorites. You must be hungry because quite frankly, so am I," he grins. I nod firmly in agreement.

"Yeah, I am pretty hungry if I were to be completely honest."

"You know how to use them? I've got a some cutlery here if you don't."

"What, these? Oh yeah, my mother taught me," I make a chopping motion. He smiles.

"Tuck in," he tips his head towards the food. I reach over and grab myself a bowl before skillfully placing some noodles into it. This is followed by some dumplings and two tantalizing pork ribs. He raises his eyebrows at me. I shrug.

"What? If a girls gotta eat, a girls gotta eat," I say nonchalantly. He's amused by my response. Quietly, we tuck in.

"Wow, these noodles..oh, and the dumplings! Man, are these good. You really know your food," I grin.

"Everyone has singular tastes and fortunately, mine appeals to you," he nods. I slurp on my noodles. Sean always grilled me for that. Zayn's incredibly quiet so when I look up, my eyes lock with his.

"Don't let me stop you, I was just observing. It's very amusing," he's regarding to the way I eat. I blush for the 15th time.

"Yeah, well, Sean always pulled me up for that," I mumble, apologetically.


"My ex. That jerk that you hit. Nice shot by the way, although, I'm sure he'll hit me up about it sooner rather than later," I frown.

"Oh, I can change that. It's very easy," his eyes glint with evil intent. Is he serious? That's I'm suddenly intrigued as to what he means by that.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I can handle him. He can be very over-protective sometimes. Don't fear though, I'll have nothing to do with him no more. I have it all under control," but even as I say this, I have the hideous feeling that he just won't let this issue go down that easily. Zayn raises his eyebrows.

"Taylor, what I saw, it didn't seem like you had it 'under control' and I don't think he's going to let it go that easily. Trust me, I know," he speaks my thoughts. How spooky.

"I'm wounded."

"I'm not trying to offend you."

"What makes you say that? That you know?" I ask, morbidly out of curiosity. He stills but in a nanosecond he's back.

"I just do," and he returns to his eating. I'm confused. What's he got to hide? I decide that it's better not to push it. For god's sake! I've only just met the guy! It's not my place to bombard him with questions even though I have plenty. Like, where do you come from? How come I've never seen you around? What college do you go to? We sit in silence, clearing our bowls. Zayn's the first to break the ice.

"So, what college do you go to?" I smile. This is a good start to an otherwise confusing conversation.

"Rivers College, I'm in my final year so yeah, but I'm all sorted and everything. My parents want me to attend this top-of-the-class university where only the rich attend. I guess it's great and all an I do understand that they only want the best for me, but I mean, it's boring. People think that my life is all happy and glamour but it's not, you know?

" My life lacks in excitement. My parents have my whole life planned out for me but I'm sick of it. They're much too controlling, understandable it may seem. But I just want to be free, free of rules and free of restrictions," I stop my babbling, knowing that I'm talking far too much. He genuinely seems interested although, it's hard to tell.

"I would give anything to have that," he mumbles, more to himself than to me. He swallows involuntarily having realized what he'd just said. I think he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"Trust me, it's not all that it's cracked up to be," I lean over the table. He purses his lips.

"I know people who would kill for anything even close to that," he whispers, displeased by my response. I sit back, feeling totally ashamed by what I'd just said.

"Of course, you're right. It's just that-"

"I get what you're trying to say," he interferes, saving me from having to explain myself-something that I am not good at. Words always seem to fail me when I need them the most.

"Thank you," I sag in relief. However, I'm afraid as to what he's probably thinking about me. I don't wanna come across as some stuck-up bitch because that's not who I am.

"So, tell me about your dreams. What have you always wanted to be?" he asks, changing the topic. And for this once, I'm grateful.

"Well, I've always wanted to be a tattoo artist; funny, I know. I love art and tattoo's are just beautiful. I've always wanted one. I crave freedom and anything that gives me a taste of adrenaline which I don't run into very often," I shrug. And then, before I can stop myself, "would you be able to give me that? I mean, you look like the person who would or could. I know that it sounds stupid but-" I am stuck as to what to say. What am I trying to ask of him? To offer me freedom? How stupid does that sound? He leans back, deep in thought.

"You shouldn't involve yourself with me," he whispers. I have to strain just to hear him. Curiosity hits me like a tidal-wave.

"Tell me, why?" I plead, softly. He looks slightly uncomfortable by my prodding question. I know that I've over-stepped the mark.

"I think we should go. I have...things to do," he mumbles. I frown. I don't want our gathering to end like this. I stand up.

"Well, thank you for this. I t was very lovely of you," I say, pushing my chair in. He copies too whilst adjusting his biker jacket.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replies, cheekily. He heads for the door, indicating for me to follow. I do so and soon find myself standing in the cool breeze. It's very early in the afternoon. Zayn turns himself towards me, running his hand up and down my arm, smoothly. My breath hitches at the contact and I still, almost savoring the welcome touch. His eyes grow more sensual as he gauges my silent reaction. He's affected me so much already.

"Well, I must depart your company. Are you alright to walk home?" But there's an undercurrent to his voice. He's still uncomfortable, preferably referring to my earlier interrogation.

"I'll be fine, thank you."

"Until we meet again," he grabs my hand and plants a kiss on it, softly. I smile.

"I hope we do. I thoroughly enjoyed your company," I wink. He gapes at me. But before I leave, I point to his zipper.

"Oh, and your fly is down," and with a flourish I leave. His reaction was priceless. What an interesting morning indeed.


I arrive home and hang my jacket over the couch. My parents are both at work; mum at the one of her beauty salons that she owns and dad in the Bahama's on a business trip. I sigh, inwardly. That reminds me..What did Zayn mean about wishing that he had my life? Surely, his life isn't so bad for him to throw that all away for mine. Mind you, a lot of people say that. And why did he say that I shouldn't get involved with him? What's he hiding? I'm suddenly dying to know. Darn it! I forgot to get his cell number. Shit.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I check it and see that I have 6 messages. Four from Sean and one each from both my parents:

*There's lunch in the fridge if u get hungry. I should be home at 6, will txt if held bak, love u xxx* that's from mum.

*Hey baby, dad had to fly to the Bahamas for an important meeting. I shouldnt b more than 3 days, will bring u some stuff wen I get back, behave darling, take care of mum xx* obviously from dad.

And then I have to face the wreathe of Sean:

*U snarky lil bitch. U will get whats comin 2 u*

*Hu was that guy huh? U like him? Were u with him u whore*

*Plz reply, Im sorry, I never meant wat I said xxx*

R u ignoring me? I know where u live so I may just pay u a visit*

The last text was sent ten minutes ago. My heart practically jumps out of my chest. He can't come here, I mean, my parents don't even know he existed. I don't think that they know I've had a boyfriend yet. I glare at the screen before running to the window, peering out from behind the blinds. The street is quiet and undisturbed. I'm positive that he was lying about that. Although, he does have the tendency to scare me. But just to make sure, I check the security system and see that it's firmly in place. Thankfully, I've never told him the code or the secrets of dodging the system. My parents always growled me for how easy I can put my trust in someone. I smile smugly to myself. What a jerk. Good luck with that.



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