"What would you two like to drink?" the young waitress asks, shaking. It's obvious that Zayn intimidates her.
"A coke," Zayn answers and looks at me.
"Lemon water please" I smile at the poor girl. She nods and walks off to get our drinks.
Zayn stares at me intently as if analyzing me. I look down and back up, blushing. This is way too awkward, I just want it to be over even if we just got here. All I could think about is the way he kissed and touched me. The way our bodies moved against eachother in perfect sync. And most importantly the way he made my skin tingle with electricity when ever he touched me.
"You know," he smirks. "I haven't seen that look on your face since the first day I took you back to my place and you were cleaning my couch."
"What look?" I ask. I don't really remember much from that night.
"The look that screams you want a good fuck," he shrugs.
"What?" I gasp and look around hoping no one else hears him.
"Yeah," he nods. "You were eye fucking my couch just like you were to me just a minute ago."
"I was not!" I defend myself.
"If it helps you sleep better at night, then fine you weren't," he chuckles and I glare at him.
The waitress come back with our drinks and takes our orders. She still shakes and stutters when ever she talks. Zayn seems to have that effect on a lot of people. They all just fearfully respect him as if he is the most powerful person in the world. I honestly wonder how he got this reputation.
"Zayn, could I ask you something?"
"You just did," he looks at me smugly.
"You know what I mean," I roll my eyes.
"Well then I guess it depends on what your question is," he answers.
"Why does everyone fear you so much?" I ask and he tenses a little before smirking.
"I am in the biggest gang in England, babe."
"Yeah I know, conflate," I mumble and he laughs as if he just heard the funniest joke ever.
"That is not our name," he says when he calms down from his laughing fit. "I was joking with some girl and I guess she believed me."
"Well, that's a relief to know," I sarcastically reply. I couldn't care less about the gang's name. "How did you become the leader of the gang, anyways?"
"Nosey are we?" he lifts one of his eyebrows up.
"Nah, just curious," I tell him.
"Now, haven't you ever heard," he says serious. "That curiosity killed the cat, babe."
"Oh?" I ask. "And haven't you heard, satisfaction brought it back, babe." I drag out the syllable of babe.
"Hmm," he hums. "I didn't get to that part of the story, I guess." Just as he finishes saying this, the waitress brings our food. I thank her while Zayn just glares at her.
"Fine," I say defeated. "If you won't tell me anything about the gang, then how about your business caree? I mean, surely you could spare a detail or two about that."
"Alright," he agrees, "but I get to ask you a few questions of my own."
"Fair enough," I state. "Um, how are you so successful? You're like what twenty one?"
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Into The Darkness (Zayn Malik)Fanfiction
Maddi McCallen moved to London for an internship. One dark night she finds out just how dark and cold a person could be. Will she be able to escape him? Or will she just have to learn to live with him?