"Where are we going?" I ask Noura and Mya as we sat inside Noura's car. With Noura and Mya in the front, I was forced to sit in the back.
"Out to eat." Mya smiled at me as Noura started to drive.
"Well, good I'm starving." I say while looking out the window and staring at the beauty of Los Angeles. How I missed this place. I wish I never moved to San Francisco, I wish my parents still stayed in LA.
My childhood grew up in here.
"Put on the radio." I tell the girls. Mya reached over and turned the radio on, company by Justin Bieber softly blasting through the speakers. I nodded my head to the beat, humming along.
"Noura, I think you took the wrong turn." Mya told Noura.
I rolled my eyes and softly laughed, the same old Noura. She sucked at driving and directions, I don't even know how she got her license in the first place.
I rested my head against the window and closed my eyes. It was seven in the evening and I was exhausted. My feet was aching, that's how tired I was. We had did everything today. We went to the beach, to the mall, hiking, and etcetera. It was a long day and I guess the girls wanted to wrap this day up by going out to eat.
My eyes immediately shot open and I bounced up in my seat as soon as I heard 'like I would' by Zayn playing on the radio.
"Zayn!" I took off my seatbelt and reached over to turn the volume much more louder than it already was.
"Fayza, sit back down you're going to make us get pulled over!" Noura exclaimed.
"This is my song!" I yelled as I sat back down and put my seatbelt back on. I started to dance and sing along.
"Is this pillow talk?" Mya asked from the passengers seat.
I stopped dancing and gave her the most disgusted look ever. "No, you dumb ass!" I rolled my eyes. "It's like I would!"
"Even I knew that." Noura said from the drivers seat.
"Oh shut up Noura!" I shook my head at her. "When we saw Zayn at the beach, you said you love his song pillow things!"
"I meant pillow talk!" Noura exclaimed as she took a turn and honked at a driver.
"Fake fan." I muttered under my breath and leaned back in my seat, enjoying Zayn's vocals from like I would.
It had been two full days since I had bumped into Zayn at the beach. That day was basically a miracle, I didn't even think I would see him anymore after prom night.
After forty-five minutes later of stupid ass LA traffic and Noura's horrible driving, we had pulled up to a restaurant—a very expensive restaurant to be exact.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I looked over at the girls. "Um guys, you do realize that this is like a super expensive fancy ass restaurant?" I question.
"We know." Noura smiled at me.
"You guys have money for this expensive shit?" I raised my eyebrows.
"It's our treat," Mya said as she swiped lip gloss across her lips. I preferred matte lipstick over lip gloss, but that's just my opinion.
"What do you mean it's 'our treat'?" I ask.
"Fayza, we haven't seen you in two fucking years. Let us treat you to this weird, expensive restaurant." Noura stated.
I smiled, "Thanks guys."
"Let's go!" Mya put her phone in her small purse and got out of the car.
I followed after them and we walked up to the restaurant, walking inside. The restaurant was so nice, I almost felt bad for what I was wearing. I wish I had a dress on or something but instead I had on shorts and a halter top. If I knew we were coming here, I would've dressed so much nicer.
"Reservation for Malloy." Noura told the man in the front.
The man nodded, "this way." He lead the way to our table.
We sat down and I looked around the restaurant. "Guys, this is super fancy." I said, my eyes widening. "We're not going to afford this."
"Oh chill," Noura shook her head. "We got this. It's our treat, remember?"
"Yeah, just enjoy and eat." Mya smiled.
"Are you sure?" I looked down at the menu in front of me and hesitated, not wanting to pick it up.
"Just pick it up," Mya stated. "Don't worry about the price."
I gave her a unsure look before I picked it up. My eyes looked through the menu, gasping at how expensive everything was. But of course, Noura and Mya kept on telling me to forget about the price.
Once I actually did try to forget about the price, we ordered our food. We ate and chatted happily, enjoying each other's company.
As I laughed at a joke that Noura told, the waiter came in front of us with a plate in his hands.
"Your desert ma'am," he said while placing a plate of chocolate cake in front of me.
I looked down at the desert that looked delicious, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Um I didn't order any desert?" I looked up at the waiter.
"Yes you did," He nodded.
"No I didn't?" I was absolutely confused.
"That young man in the back ordered it for you," he stated before walking off.
I stared at Noura and Mya as we all gave each other confused looks. I looked around me, my eyes searching for a young man—what the waiter described him as.
I turned around, my eyes still searching until it landed on someone very familiar. My eyes slightly widened as I saw Zayn looking back at me. He smiled and waved at me.
I tried not to freak out while I waved back at him. A grin was plastered across my face as I turned back around to face my two friends.
"Guys, try not to look but Zayn probably ordered the cake for me and he's right behind me." I say quietly. Like morons, the girls looked behind me—as obvious than ever.
They started fan girling and I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. Oh God. "Guys shut up!" I whisper shouted.
"Sorry," they mumbled.
I turned back around. Zayn was sitting in front of a man that I had not recognized. He put a spoon of food in his mouth and chewed, his eyes soon averting to mine. He smiled again and motioned something with his hands.
I gave him a confused look as he continued to motion something with his hands.
"What?" I mouthed. I couldn't tell what he was trying to do. He mouthed something and I couldn't understand. I shook my head, still confused. He mouthed something once again and I just sat there, completely puzzled.
"Look under your plate!" He shouted from where he was sitting at. People around us turned and gave us strange glances but I ignored them.
I picked up the plate of desert and looked under it to see a sticky note stuck to the bottom of the plate. I peeled the paper off and read the words that was written in handwriting.
Meet me at the back of the restaurant x
I looked back at Zayn and smiled, letting him know that I saw his note.
"What does the sticky note say?" Mya asked as I took a bite out of the delicious cake.
"Nothing." I giggled and shoved and the note in my pocket.
"I ship you guys." Noura said, smirking at me.
"Not even in my dreams would that happen," I reply as I continued to eat the cake.
After I finished the cake, the waiter walked up to our table. "Your bill," he handed Noura a piece of paper before walking away.
Noura's eyes widened, her eyes flickering to us and back to the bill. She handed Mya the bill and the same reaction that Noura had, Mya had.
"Noura, I thought you said we would be able to afford this?" Mya looked at Noura.
"I thought!" Noura ran a hand through her brown hair. "There's no way we could afford this."
"What?" I looked back at Noura and Mya. "Let me see."
"Fayza, it's fine we'll figure—"
"Let me see the bill." I stated. Mya handed me the bill and I looked at the total, gasping. "You guys are fucking stupid for thinking you would be able to afford this."
"It was going to be our treat!" Mya whined, rubbing her forehead. "I don't have that money."
"I don't either!" Noura sighed.
I shook my head at them. "I appreciate you guys for wanting to take me out, but never fucking take me out to an expensive place again. Never, at all. Like ever."
"I have a plan." Mya said, causing Noura and I to immediately pay attention. "We get up and as fast as possible, we casually try to walk out the door and run to the car. Run to the car and never come here again."
"Mya, we could go to jail for that!" Noura exclaimed.
"That's why we don't come back here again, they won't find us!"
"Guys, we're not doing that!" I interrupt them.
"Then what are we going to do?"
Right then, the waiter walked up to our table.
"Um sir, I don't think we can afford the bill." Mya slowly stated.
"I'm afraid you don't need to pay for the bill," the waiter said.
I raised my eyebrows. "You're letting us go for free?"
The waiter stared at me as if I was stupid. "Oh no, I would never. In fact, I would get fired for that."
"Then what?" Noura asked.
"The young man who got that desert has payed for your bill. Have a nice evening." With that, he walked away.
"Zayn payed for that?" Mya asked with wide eyes.
"I don't know," I turned around to look at Zayn but his table was empty.
"That was a shit ton of money." Noura said and I nodded in agreement.
I remembered the note that Zayn left me and I stood up from my chair. "I'll meet you guys in the car."
"Where are you going?"
"Zayn told me to meet him."
I quickly exited the restaurant and started walking to the back. I had no idea where the back was, but I just walked around and hoped it lead me to the back.
I felt the wind blow my hair back, the chilly weather causing goosebumps to form on my skin. I crossed my arms, trying to keep myself warm while I mentally noted to myself to bring a jacket whenever we go out at late evening.
Once I thought I was at the back, my footsteps started to get slower as I got more nervous. I felt my palms start to sweat as I saw a figure leaning against the brick wall, smoking a cigarette.
I smiled when I saw it was Zayn, my heart pounding so fast I thought it was going to rip out of my chest and fly across the sky.
"Hey," I say once I was standing next to him.
His head snapped around to face me, inhaling his cigarette one last time before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it.
"Fay," he smiled. "First the beach and now here."
"I know," I slightly laughed.
"How are you?"
"I'm good," I smiled. "You?"
"Good," he smiled back.
"You didn't have to do that, Zayn." I tell him, nervously playing with my hands.
"Do what?" He pretended to be confused.
"You know what," I laughed. "For the desert, and paying for the bill."
"It was nothing." He shook his head.
"No seriously, thank you but you honestly didn't have to do that."
"I did though," he smiled cheekily.
"Thanks Zayn." I looked down at my converse for a few moments to look back up at him. A fly sitting on his shoulder caught my eye and I instantly hit his shoulder, but the fly missed my hand and continued sitting on his shoulder.
I furrowed my eyebrows, raising my hand up to hit his shoulder again until Zayn cleared his throat.
"Um, Fayza why are you hitting me?" He gave me a look and I laughed.
"There's a fly on your shoulder and it's bothering me." I hit his shoulder again but instead, the fly flew over to his chest. Zayn looked down at his chest, squinting his eyes and flicking the fly off him.
He looked back at me and grinned. "It's gone."
"Flys annoy me," I sigh.
It was silent for a few moments until Zayn spoke up.
"Hey, there's a coffee shop near here. Do you want to walk over there?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, of course."
"Great, let's go."
We started walking, his hands stuffed in his pockets while I had my arms crossed to stay warm.
"So Zayn," I said. "Working on any new music?"
He smiled. "Actually, I'am yeah. I was at the studio yesterday working with a few other artists."
"You're going to have to wait and see." He smirked.
"Damn you Zayn," I frowned and he chuckled.
"What about you, Fay?"
"What about me?" I question.
"What do you love doing, what are you most passionate about?"
"You're going to have to wait and see." I mimicked his voice by attempting to do a deep, British voice. A loud laugh escaped his lips at how ridiculous my voice sounded. I laughed along with him before replying, "I have lots of things that I'm passionate about."
"What's one thing?" He asked.
"I love acting." I smiled.
I stopped walking which caused him to stop too, turning to face me and giving me a confused look.
"What's that suppose to mean?!" My lips started to tremble and I covered my face in my hands as I started to cry.
"No, um Fayza I didn't mean it like that I—"
I uncovered my face and started to laugh. "I was acting!"
His eyes widened and he laughed as we started to walk again. "You scared me for a second."
I smiled. "So yeah, I love acting. Ever since I was little I would dream to be in movies and stuff. I also love to paint, it's my favorite hobby."
"I love painting too," Zayn says. "I just love art in general."
"Yeah, me too. But I'm going to study to become a doctor."
"You don't want to become an actor?" He questions.
I shrug. "I do, it's just—"
I was interrupted when my phone started to ring. I looked down at it to see it was Mya and I ignored the call, continuing to walk with Zayn.
"Oh, we're here." He announces once we were in front of the coffee shop.
We walked inside, the smell of fresh coffee making me smile. There wasn't much people here, just a few people sitting at tables.
We stood in line behind an elderly couple.
"I love this place," Zayn stated. "It's not a popular coffee place but it's one of the most quiet places in LA."
"I've lived in LA for almost my whole life but I've never been here." I say.
I nodded. "Moved out two years ago. How long have you been in LA?"
"Well I usually fly to LA and England a lot. So I just have an apartment here and stay till I have to go somewhere else. But I have to stay at LA for a while, for work."
"Doesn't it suck, flying to places back and forth?"
He nods. "Oh yeah, it can get super tiring. Especially once I start going on tour."
It was our turn in line. I ordered my coffee and while Zayn was ordering, I quickly grabbed my credit card from my small purse that I was carrying on my shoulder. As soon as the cashier said the total I handed him my credit card.
I turned to see Zayn giving me a look. I giggled. "What? I think you did enough."
He just smiled and shook his head. The cashier handed me back my card and we stood in the corner, waiting for our coffee.
"Your dimples are adorable." He said out of nowhere and took me by surprise when he poked the dimple on my face.
I felt my cheeks redden as I chuckle. I felt Zayn's eyes on me while I shyly tucked a piece of my black hair behind my ear and I looked down at my shoes.
After a few moments we heard our name being called. We grabbed our coffee and walked to a booth in the back. I sat down, Zayn sitting in front of me.
I took a sip of the coffee, my eyes widening. "Damn, this is good." Zayn nodded in agreement.
I heard my phone ring, once again. I looked at it to see it was Noura this time. I sighed and answered.
"FAYZA!" She screamed at me. "We've been waiting for you in the car in the parking lot restaurant for over twenty minutes! Where are you?!"
"I'm kinda busy."
"I swear if you're fucking Zayn—"
"I'll meet you guys at the apartment, bye!" I quickly hung up the phone and smiled at Zayn. "So, what's up?"
He laughed. "Annoying friends?"
"Tell me about it," I chuckle. "I love them but..." I trailed off.
"I know," he smiled. "When are you leaving LA?"
"Once my summer break is over, in about less than three months I think."
"And then college?"
I nodded. "A university in San Jose, yeah. Honestly, I don't even think I'm ready."
"You'll be fine, trust me." He said.
"How do you know? You haven't even been to college." I gave him a look before smiling.
"Well you seem like an intelligent girl. I can already tell you'll do good in anything."
I blush. "Thanks, Zayn."
"Why do you that?" He asked, taking a sip from his coffee.
"Do what?" I question.
"You blush, a lot. Especially when I compliment you. You should be use to all those compliments."
"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrows as I wrapped my fingers around my coffee and bring it to my lips.
"You should be getting compliments everyday, so you should be use to it." He smiled. I chuckled nervously. "See you did it again, you blushed."
"I can't help it." I shrugged, smiling. "Especially if it's from a super hot guy like you."
"So I'm hot?" He smirked.
"Shut up Zayn, you know you are."
He laughed, throwing his head back slightly.
It was silent for a few moments as we both sipped on our coffees. Zayn switched on his phone, looking at the time before looking back at me.
A groan escaped his lips. "I have a meeting in an hour."
"That must suck."
He nods. "It's a lot of stress."
"What is, the meetings?" I ask.
"Yeah, the meetings and the pressure on me. The work in general. It's worth it at end of the day, but like the media is just lots of pressure and stress. You know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, I understand." I frowned.
"The stress and anxiety, I hate it both. It's something that I have to deal with everyday."
"Don't worry Zayn," I give him a small smile. "You have your fans and that's the bright side. They'll be supporting you no matter what."
He smiled. "I know, that's the good thing."
We drank our coffee and chatted. I got to know the real Zayn even more, and I was beyond happy. After about thirty minutes, we both decided it was time to go so Zayn wouldn't be late for his meeting.
We threw away our cups and walked out of the coffee shop.
"I had a good time talking to you." He smiled.
"Me too," I smiled back at him.
"Hey, do you want to hang out sometime? You can give me your number and we can talk." He says.
I tried not to freak out as I nodded. "Yeah, of course."
My hands start to get clammy as he hands me his phone. I type in my number and hand it to him.
"Thanks, I'll text you so you'll have my number." And he does, he quickly texts me so I have his number saved on my phone. "I'll see you later, bye Fayza." He smiled and waved before walking off.
As soon as he was out of my sight, I started fan girling.
"Oh my god oh my oh my god!" I got glances from people around me but I ignored.
I pulled out my phone and saved Zayn's number in my contacts before calling Noura.
"What bitch?" She said when she answered. "What happened with you and Zayn?"
"We just got coffee and he gave me his numb—"
"HE GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER?!" This was Mya's voice now. Knowing her, Noura had probably put me on speaker and Mya most likely snatched the phone from her.
"I'll talk about it once I get home! Can you guys pick me up?"
"Where are you?" I heard Noura ask.
"At a coffee shop near the restaurant from earlier."
"On my way." With that, she hung up.
Smiling to myself, I sat down at a bench nearby.
This summer was getting better each day.