3. Chapter Two
I was waiting for Zayn at the back of the school. Why is he not here yet, I thought. I was about to leave, because my dad would be intensely looking for me If I'm late just a bit more. Just then I feel arms wrapping around my waist from behind. I turn my head around..
"Sorry I'm late baby. The teacher had a long talk with me after the bell rang," he said. I moved his arms away from my waist, and turned my body towards him. "Doesn't matter. Where are we going now?" I questioned.
"We will run away," he said. My eyes widened, and I shook my head. "No way are you kidding!"
"I can't deal with your father anymore. I want you to do something for me."
"Tell him how you feel about me, and how you don't want to live his life anymore," he spoke.
"I don't feel anything towards you. What are you thinking?" I argued. He giggled, and crossed his hands as his back was touching the wall.
"Come on. I want you," he softly said as he put a piece of my hair behind my ear, and stroked my cheek. I was a little afraid, I was lost in his words. Why does he have such an effect on me. He knows how to make me melt when he's touching me, and whispering to me. Why? If I don't do this, and run away with him... what will happen to us.. me, and Zayn Malik? I can't imagine life without him taking me places, and watching him smoke, and have fun with me. Everything would be a blur.
"Okay I'll do It."