● Rumors ●

Blair

Zayn walked ahead of me, never letting go of my hand as we exited the house.

He pulled me until we were walking side by side down the street.

I shivered slightly as the cold breeze whipped against my bare shoulders.

He glanced over at me before shrugging off his jacket and holding it up, waiting for me to slide my arms in.

"Thank you." I said as I slid it on, his scent immediately surrounding me.

He nodded in response before pulling out a set of keys from his pocket.

He presses a button and a jeep nearby makes a noise. Walking over to the door, he opened it for me.

I sat in the passenger seat and he closed the door before jogging around to the other side.

Hopping in, he looked over at me before he leaned over.

My breathing stopped as he reached his hand up.

Instinctively, I flinched.

His hand landed on the seat belt. He pulled it across me and I blushed, taking a deep breath.

His face hardened as he buckled it.

He leaned back into his seat and closed his eyes for a while.

Opening them he looked back over at me. They were visibly darker now.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked seriously, a unfathomable look in his eyes.

"Yes." I replied honestly and his eyes dropped to my hands that rested on my lap.

"Would that ever change?" He asked, lifting his eyes to meet mine again.

"I don't know."

Where is all of this honesty coming from? Damn.

"Guess I'll try." He said, looking ahead of him again and starting the car.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared out the window.

Why? He doesn't even know me.

That's what he wants to do, idiot.

Yes, but for what? What if he tries to kill me?

Then you run.

Run w-

"Hungry?" He asked, glancing over as he drove.

"Very." I replied.

"Restaurant?" He questioned.

"McDonald's." I said, grinning.

"You sure?" He asked, his lips tugging at the sides again.

"Positive." I nodded.

"McDonald's it is then." He said, an amused look on his face as he drove.

We soon pulled up to McDonald's. He parked and got out, beating me to the door.

He opened my door for me and extended his hand.

I took it and slid out of the jeep before he closed the door.

He held my hand in his grip and led me toward the door, opening it and waiting for me to enter.

This whole time he stared at me, as if looking for something.

We stood in the short line and it didn't take long for us to get to the front.

"Hello and welcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?" The girl behind the counter asked in a bored tone.

"I'll have the McNuggets, Large fries and a Vanilla milkshake please." I replied, flashing her a smile.

"And for you, sir?" She asked, now looking at Zayn.

"Coke." Zayn replied, checking his watch.

I turned to face him and he stared down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that all? Are you sure you're not hungry?" I asked.

"I'm fine." He replied, rolling his eyes.

"He'll have a McChicken and Large fries." I told her, shaking my head.

"Alright, that'll be $18.50." She said.

I was about to open my purse when my eyes widened at the wad of cash Zayn pulled out.

He tugged at a bill and out came a $50 note. He handed it to her and put away the rest.

"I was going to pay." I mumbled.

"Okay." He shrugged, obviously not caring.

I walked away, going to find our seats.

Zayn stared at me for a while before actually moving from his spot, not caring about the change.

He earned a few choice words from the people in the line behind him.

I found a booth and slid into it, watching as Zayn took a seat on the other side.

He looked at me before I broke eye contact. Just looking at him made my heart race.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" His husky voice made me look at him.

"You don't have the best reputation at school." I rambled, clamping my hand over my mouth as I saw his face harden.

He leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to deny what they say about me," He paused, massaging his temple. "Because they obviously fucking know me." He added sarcastically.

"D-Did you really...Nevermind." I stopped myself.

"Did I what? Kill my father?" He asked me, his voice had no trace of emotion, neither did his face.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

I just nodded. At this point my heart was in my ass as he stared at me like I was his prey.

"I didn't kill him. Someone else did." He said, shaking his head. "Not that anyone believes that bullshit."

"I believe you." I whispered, receiving a suprised look.

"Do you now?" He asked challengingly.

I nodded. Then he did something that no one has ever seen.

He smiled.

Not a big smile but it was still there. He shook his head just as our order came.

I started eating silently as I watched him stare at his food.

By looking at his face, the realization dawned on me.

"You've never had McDonald's, have you?" I asked, shocked.

"What?" He asked.

"No one takes this long to eat McDonald's." I stated, earning an eyeroll.

"Congrats on cracking the case, Sherlock." He added sarcastically.

"Try it." I urged him, watching as he looked between me and his food.

Then he picked up his chicken and bit into it, all the while staring into my soul.

He chewed for a while then sipped his drink.

"Not bad." He said, nodding once.

"See? It's the best." I said proudly, while he shook his head and continued eating.

When we were done we decided to leave. It was now 2 am and the streets were basically empty.

"Where do you live?" He asked, glancing at me briefly before looking back at the road.

"5th Avenue, Pine Street." I replied, relaxing in my seat. Soon my eyelids felt like bricks and I fell right asleep.