LARA'S POV-
"So where are you taking me now?" I ask Zayn.
"Ever been to a pizza parlour before?" He asks me.
"A what?" I'd never heard of one before.
"You've never been?! Well we definitely have to go then," he says grabbing my hand.
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"So you actually eat in here with your hands?" I ask picking my greasy pizza up.
"Errr yeah. That's the best bit," Zayn laughs. I groan and take a bite of my pizza.
"Mmmmmmm," I say, this pizza was delicious. In the end I'd eaten every last bit and boy had I enjoyed it. "Wow that was so good!" I exclaim.
"I knew you'd be surprised," Zayn grins. "You've got a little something on your face," he chuckles reaching to my face. He gently strokes my cheek, staring into my eyes. My cheeks immediately blush.
"How did I find someone as perfect as you?" He asks.
And in that moment I felt horrible. My stomach churned and I looked away.
Zayn paid for the meal and we walked back to the apartment. I made the excuse that I didn't feel too well and went to bed early.
But I couldn't sleep. Was I a bad person for doing this? I was only trying to get back what was really mine. Eventually I felt myself drift off to sleep.
