That Summer - Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction.

Thirteen- "Is that the only thing you were looking at?"

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"Do you even know where we are?" I asked.

"Hmm I don't know" he shrugged.

"Ugh! What are we going to do?"

"Walk" He said shrugging.

"Zayn! Are you crazy?! Do you even know how hot it is?! We are not walking." I so did not want to be out in this heat.

"Speak for yourself princess. But I'm walking." he said stepping out of the car and leaving.

After a few moments of not moving, I realized I should probably go with him. He's probably going to leave and never come back.

"Wait!" I called to him, stepping out of the car.

"I knew you'd join me" He smirked.

"Shut up! I just didn't want to be left alone in the car. I knew you'd never come back."

"I knew you'd come to your senses."

"So what's the plan?" I asked falling into step with him.

"We're gonna walk until we see a gas station or something that could help us."

"Ugh" I groaned, as my sundress was picked up by the wind.

"Whoa princess careful!" Zayn whistled. "You don't wanna be flashing random people."

"Shut it!" I said shoving him "It's not my fault. If i'd known I'd be lost in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't have worn a dress today"

"Technically, we're not in the middle of nowhere, were in California."

"Stop trying to be smart." I stated.

We walked on for what felt like miles and miles. A few cars passed us but not many. The ones we asked to pull over just kept driving. It's nice to know people care. But then again, if I were in the car and some random people on the road asked me to stop, I'd probably keep driving. I'd think they were rapist or something. I began to get really thirsty and tired. Slowing down, I took a deep breath than sat on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Zayn asked.

"Sitting down, I can't walk anymore. I'm tired!" I whined.

"Come on! We might be close to a rest stop or something." He encouraged me.

"No! I'm done!" I yelled. I don't care anymore. I can't keep walking. My feet ache.

"Okay then" he said walking over to me and picking me up. "Zayn? What are you doing?" I asked.

"Carrying you." He stated.

"Why?"

"Because I don't wanna stay here 'till night, waiting for your ass to be done resting."

"You could just go without me" I suggested.

"Hmm" he said looking like he was pondering the thought. "nah! I don't want Harry to kick my butt because I left you"

Ignoring his comment, I looked around us hoping to find anything helpful. There was nothing. No people, no animals nothing! After we had been walking for awhile, I got really restless. In my mind, I imagined Zayn leaving me here alone and some thugs coming out of nowhere and raping me or even killing me. Okay I need to calm down, I told myself.

"Hey I think I see something." Zayn said, putting me down. We--or rather he--had been walking for quite a long time and I had lost hope. So when he said that, I got excited! I don't even care if it's some rundown, scary looking house, I'll take it!