Forever and Always // Zayn Malik fanfiction

Part two

 Hiiii, here is (the edited version) of chapter two, sorry they are so short but they get longer as the book goes on. Thankyou for reading, your support means the world x

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I shook my head slowly, eyes raking over the boy as he sat down facing me. His eyes were a warm hazel, framed with thick, dark eyelashes like the wick of many extinguished candles. “Zayn.” He introduced himself, causing me to nod in recognition. “I’m Rhiannon.” I smiled, playing with my fingers that were wrapped around my mug, craving the warmth of the hot drink. He leant back against the chair, shooting me a small smile as I blushed slightly, watching as he ran a hand through his jet-black hair that had been messily styled into a quiff.  

An awkward silence overtook the conversation until he cleared his throat and spoke up. “So, are you here alone?” He asked. I bit my lip, internally debating on what to tell him. “Yeah, um, I’m here with my boyfriend and his friends.” I stuttered. I could have sworn that his face dropped as soon as I mentioned Chris, but he composed himself quickly as he grinned. “Cool, I’m here with the band." He said as I raised an eyebrow. "Knew I recognised you from somewhere." I laughed. "One Direction right?" I added as he nodded, taking a sip from his drink as he made small conversation. "Where's your group anyway?" He asked as I looked down, taking a breath. "I don't like rollercoasters all too much." I said as he nodded. "Not a big fan of rides?" He chuckled and leaned back. I shot him a half smile. "Not really.. espicially not that one." I said, nodding to the ride that was visible from the cafe. "Scared?" He taunted, a small smirk playing on his lips. "No!" I protested, even though he was right. "It's just... I feel sick today." I lied as he nodded as he looked away for a secon and I tugged at the sleeves of my jacket, assuring my bare bruised skin was covered. 

It was then that I felt a strong grip on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly, flinching at his touch. "Rhiannon." An all too familar voicee said from behind me, causing me to look around and be met with Chris' strong glare. "We're leaving." He said, turning his back for a second. I got up quickly, watching as Zayn shuffled out of his seat, scribbling something down before going to shake my hand. I raised my eyebrow, confused, but shook it anyway. Only then I realised what he was doing as he handed me a piece of paper that I quickly swoped from his palm, putting it in my pocket as I shot him an apologetic look before turning to Chris, power walking to where he was and following him to the car without saying a word, getting in and shutting my eyes for a second, waiting for him to join me.

The car journey was quiet, the eerie silence occupying the car as I shifted uncomfortably, playing with a strand of my hair as I stared down, the atmosphere tense as I waited for him to break the silence. Eventually, he pulled up outside the flat. I went to get out the car, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back down. I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing exactly what was coming next.