Scars

Chapter 34

CARLYS POV

"I didn't bring you here for you to apologize. I want to know about you. We never really discuss what we both like and I want to know everything about you." Zayn smiles at me. He is dressed in all sleek black. It amuses me that he picked me up at 2 pm to take me to get coffee at starbucks. He didn't call, he just showed up at my house. He probably thought I would shut him down if he called, which I would. Its hard enough keeping the secret from him.

"Okay. What do you want to know?" I lean forward towards him on the small table and he does the same.

"Like, what bands do you like, what's your favourite colour, why are you so beautiful?" He sneaks in the non fitable question. He thinks he's so smooth. I love it.

"I like.. the civil wars." That's all I can think of at the moment, he's making me nervous.

"And?" He widens his eyes so wide and then laughs.

"Skrillex, Asking Alexandria, I'm into everything really." I look at some passing girls that stare at Zayn and whisper to each other. He doesn't seem to notice them as they take a seat at a table across from ours.

I feel pressure in my throat. I kiss Zayn quickly and glance at them in the corner of my eye. All three look away and start talking, most likely about me.

"What?" He asks looking to the girls that are starting to look back over.

"That was good, but if you really wanted to make them jealous you should've kissed me longer." Zayn smiles and puts his hands on mine.

"Shut up." I laugh and he joins me.

"I like Skrillex, but The Civil War is weak." He teases me. How could he think they're "weak"? They are beautiful!, "Asking Alexandria huh? I didn't know you were into that stuff. How long have we been friends?" He continues. 

"The Civil War is not weak! I need to show you what good music is. Asking Alexandria is really good, but there's a lot you don't know about me." I smirk. I find all this coffee session is, is little flirting here and there.

"They are. And really? Like what?" He asks. He's trying too hard but its so cute.

"Hmm you'll see." I take a drink of my coffee. The brown liquid is hot and I can feel it go all the way down my throat.

"I think Skrillex has a concert here soon. We should go. Ill pay." Is he asking me out on a date? Hmm romantic.

"I might just take you up on that offer." I raise my eyebrows and take another drink.

This date has been fun so far. He's good at flirting. His facial expressions win me over. I lay my head on the table. I haven't been feeling good since last night. My throat hurts and my head is killing me.

"Are you okay?" He rubs his hand against my hair.

"I feel sick." I lift my head up. Zayn brings his lips to my forehead and pulls away.

"You feel warm, your cheeks are red and your face is pale." He rubs his thumb over my cheek and his fingers grip around the back of my neck. I hate being sick. Everything seems natural in my appearance but I'm pretty sure he caused my cheeks to become red.

Zayn stares at me. His own face looks pale and his brown eyes are melting me. He looks at me with such passion and it makes my stomach flutter.

"You're so gorgeous." My mouth speaks before I can think. Oh god he's going to think I'm crazy. "I'm sorry. I didnt mean to say that." I slump back in my chair and I feel more heat on my face.

"Aw man, you mean I'm not gorgeous?" Zayn smiles jokingly.

"I mean you are, but.. shut up." I nudge his shoulder. Zayn smiles and his tongue hides behind his teeth. I know he's just trying to mess with me.