A few days later, Zayn and I grew quite close. He kept texting me just to have my company all the time. "Don't you have your own friends to hang out with?" I thought, but soon his friends started hanging out with me too, especially after the incident at the cafeteria. Initially, I enjoyed their company, but without my diary, I couldn't capture these moments.
"Wanna go to the mall?" Zayn asked.
"Nah, I'm good. I don't have mo—" I was cut off as someone bumped into me, nearly causing me to fall. In a split second, I felt someone grab my waist, steadying me. It was Zayn. His face showed concern and a hint of anger. Surprisingly, I found him attractive from this angle.
"Are you okay?" he asked, helping me stand upright.
"I'm okay," I replied, momentarily thrown off by his actions.
"That guy needs to watch where he's walking," Zayn said, appearing slightly irritated.
I couldn't understand why he was so upset about the incident.
"Let's grab something cold to eat," he suggested.
I nodded, unsure of what would happen if I declined his offer after seeing him angry.
A while later,
"He looks like a puppy when he eats his ice cream," I thought to myself as I watched him enjoy his chocolate ice cream while I had opted for vanilla.
"Where do you want to go after this?" he asked. I had no idea, as he was the one who had invited me to the mall.
Suddenly, he moved closer and touched my lower lip.
"Eat slowly..."
Badump
My heart raced as he touched my lips, pointing out the ice cream residue. I quickly covered my face, feeling shy and blushing.
"I know, I can clean it myself... Just let me know if there's something on my face," I tried to act nonchalant.
He chuckled softly and then suggested, "Let's go to the clothing shop?"
I simply nodded in response.
We walked to the clothing stores in silence, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere. As I browsed through the clothes, trying to pick one out, Zayn suddenly pushed me towards the changing room.
"W-wait, I didn't—" I attempted to protest, but he insisted.
Feeling unsure, I eventually tried on the garment. When I emerged from the changing room, his expression caught me off guard.
"Why are you covering your face and looking away?" I inquired.
"Pfft. How could I not when I see you looking so cute?" He replied
Feeling flattered as if butterfly in my stomach.
Zayn raised his hand, calling over a store worker.
"We're going to buy this one. No need for a bag," he said, reaching for his bank card to make the payment.
"Isn't this a bit much?" I questioned. His attitude quite particular odd. Is this new form of bullying.