Havana.

Did Zayn really kiss me? Or did I imagine that? Even after two days of our kiss, I still question myself. I hope the kiss doesn't make anything different between us. He's my only friend honestly. Wait, what if I can't kiss? That was my first kiss and I probably screwed it up. Perfect. Just perfect. Now he'll probably never talk to me again.

"Havana, why are you so quiet?"

I was blown back into reality and looked at Zayn.

"Huh?" I asked.

"I said, why are you so quiet?" Zayn repeated.

"Oh uhm, I don't know." I mumbled.

"Thinking about our kiss?" Zayn smirked.

My cheeks grew red and I held my head in embarrassment.

"It's okay. I was thinking about it too. You're a good kisser." Zayn commented.

What?! Me? A great kisser? How? that was my first kiss-

"That was your first kiss?!" Zayn exclaimed.

Whoops, didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"You're pretty good for a beginner. I look forward to kissing you again." Zayn replied, with a wink.

My face is probably the reddest of reds right now.

"Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you blush?" Zayn questioned.

"No." I answered, lowly.

"Well, you are." Zayn replied, smiling.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"No problem." Zayn reached for my hand and grasped it as we walked through the park.

"It's pretty nice today." I uttered.

"Yeah, it- hatchi!"

"Was that a sneeze?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I guess." Zayn replied.

"You sneeze weirdly." I giggled.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Zayn mumbled.

We kept walking until I saw an empty swing. I smiled wide and ran towards it.

"Zayn! Come push me!" I yelled, sitting in the swing.

Zayn jogged to the swing and stood behind me and began to push me, as it grew silent.

"So you stood up to Chris." Zayn said, breaking the silence.

"Not really." I mumbled.

"It's a start." Zayn replied, pushing me a bit harder to get me higher.

"Not too high." I warned.

"You sure?" Zayn questioned.

I could just hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes!" I giggled.

"Okay." Zayn replied, pushing me higher.

"Zayn," I screeched. "That's too high!" I cried.

Zayn stopped the swing and asked,

"Scared of heights?"

"Yeah." I answered.

"Awe, c'mon. You've gotta face your fears sooner or later." Zayn smiled.

"Oh whatever." I playfully rolled my eyes, getting off the swing.

"So tell me about yourself. I don't know that many things about you." I said.

"Okay well, my full name is Zayn Jawaad Malik-" (Mah-lick)

"Hmmm, I like your last name. Malik. I think I'll change your contact name to Mr.Malik." I smiled.

Zayn gave me a blank stare which caused me to burst out into a fit of laughter.

"C'mon, you know you want to laugh." I said, still laughing.

Zayn tried to hide his smile, but smiled anyways.

"Anyways, I'm Pakistani. I have 3 sisters meaning I'm the only boy. My birthday is on January 12th. And I sing most of the time." Zayn explained.

"That sounds cool." I replied.

"Eh, having more than one sibling isn't all that it's cracked up to be." Zayn muttered.

"I wish I had a little brother or sister." I stated.

Hopefully to protect me.

"What about you?" Zayn asked.

I hesitated for a moment and said,

"Well, I'm an only child. I live with my mom and my stepdad,"

My throat ran dry and I swallowed whatever saliva was in my mouth and continued,

"I'm a brunette and my hair really is naturally curly. Uhmmm,"

I thought of what else to say about myself.

"And I'm black and white, like an Oreo." I cheered, smiling wide.

"Cool. You're life doesn't seem so bad. Or at all." Zayn mumbled.

You don't even want to know the half of it.

| Sorry it's short. I really didn't know what else to write for this chapter. So please do give me ideas if you have any. But comment what you of this story so far. Do you like it, is it moving fast or too slow? Let me know! -Andrea|

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