Blair

　　"I'm so sorry, Blair. I should've listened to you." Brandon said from on the side of me.


　　I didn't listen to him. I was too busy staring into the eyes of the person I was trying to get over.

　　The person who left completely without a trace.

　　The person I missed so much.


　　His eyes were dark as he stood there, his face slightly bruised as he looked at me.

　　I could see the anger in his eyes, despite his emotionless face.


　　Then he shook his head and punched a guy in the throat, knocking the wind out of him.

　　As the guy fell Zayn picked his shirt up and walked through the crowd, never breaking eye contact.

　　"Yes! He'll help us!" Brandon said, obviously unaware of the situation he put us in.

　　All eyes were still on us as Zayn approached.

　　When he got to the door, he knocked on the glass and I slowly rolled it down.

　　"Why are you here?" He asked blankly

　　"Um..." I trailed off, not knowing how to start.

　　"We need your help! We got lost and my car broke down." Brandon explained.

　　Zayn nodded, his cold eyes never leaving mine as he signaled for Brandon to pop the hood.

　　He did, stepping out to assist. Zayn stared at him coldly before whistling to the men in the crowd.

　　They all wasted no time in walking over. Zayn used hand signals to show them what he wanted.

　　Nodding, they got to work on the car.

　　Zayn looked back up and walked over to my door.

　　"New boyfriend?" He asked blankly, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.

　　"Lost acquaintance." I mumbled, looking down at my hands.

　　"Hmm." He said, lighting up his cigarette and taking a drag.

　　"Been a while." He stated momentarily.

　　"Yeah." I replied awkwardly, thanking God when the guys called him.

　　Walking back over to them, he nodded and closed the hood before speaking to them.

　　They all nodded and walked back to where they were before.

　　Zayn looked at Brandon and said a single word before Brandon nodded quickly.

　　Brandon walked back over to the backseat door and slid in.

　　"What's going on?" I asked.

　　"He's driving." Brandon said, pointing over to Zayn.

　　My heart was in my ass when Zayn looked at me and walked over to the car.

　　He got in, staring at Brandon, then at me before starting the car.

　　"I've never heard her run this smoothly before." Brandon said, grinning.

　　Zayn started driving, obviously ignoring him.

　　"I met Blair here today. Real sweetheart once you get to know her." He continued, patting my shoulder playfully.

　　Zayn's hands tightened on the staring wheel, making his knuckles turn white.

　　"Real beauty too. I wish she could be my g-" He was cut off by the car coming to an abrupt halt.

　　Zayn's eyes looked at Brandon before he opened his door and got out, slamming it shut.

　　He walked around the truck to my side and opened my door.

　　"Out." He said coldly to me, making me frown.

　　"No." I replied, looking away from him.

　　"You don't have a fucking choice, Blair." He shot back, his tone already scaring me.

　　I looked over at Brandon and gave him an apologetic smile before sliding out and closing the door.

　　"Get home safe. Or not." Zayn told him, grabbing my hand and dragging me away.

　　He was still shirtless and his jeans hung low on his waist.

　　The sun kissed his tattoos, highlighting each and every one of them.

　　"You're such an asshole!" I yelled, turning to face him.

　　He looked down at me before he licked his lips and grabbed my waist, pulling me to him.

　　"Missed you." He said emotionlessly, immediately taking my breath away.

　　But anger rose in me.

　　"You're so god damn confusing, Zayn!" I shouted, pulling away from him.

　　"You're selfish." He stated, crossing his arms.

　　I watched as his muscles flexed, looking delicious in the sunlight.

　　Then I snapped back to reality.

　　"Don't do that! You have no idea how much I hate myself for that." I said quietly, my voice faltering.

　　"But you had no right to leave me like that!" I stated, slapping his bare chest.

　　He grabbed my hands in his and pulled me back to him, holding me tighter this time.

　　"You have know idea, how much I want you." His deep voice said.

　　My legs wobbled at his words and my mind went into shock.

　　He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of my neck, leaving a feather kiss there.

　　I was unable to breathe as I forgot why I was even mad.

　　Then he removed his head just as an SUV pulled up.

　　Someone opened the door and got out before walking around the car.

　　"Sir." A man in a black suit said, looking at Zayn.

　　Zayn nodded and when he saw my confused face, he spoke.

　　"My driver." He explained and I nodded.

　　How did he know where we were?

　　"Let's go." Zayn said, taking my hand and pulling me over to the car.

　　He opened the back door for me and I got in.

　　He then walked around and got in the back with me as his driver got in the front.

　　"Where to?" The driver asked.

　　"Home." Zayn answered, leaning back and staring at me.

　　I said nothing and looked away, wondering why we were going there.

　　I felt him grab my hand and immediately I pulled it away as electricity ran through it.

　　He sighed and the rest of the ride was silent, the only thing heard was the faint sound of the radio in the background.

　　I closed my eyes, zoning out and soon, I fell asleep.