I entered the front building of the junk yard. When I entered, there was an empty desk; completely unattended. My eyes wandered around but found no one in sight. I began to grow tired of constantly calling out for someone to come out but it was useless.

I decided on my own to find someone myself. Walking up towards the back door behind the desk, I pushed the door open. Almost immediately I was blasted with sunshine. As my eyes adjusted to the new light, I slowly noticed I was in some type of abandoned drive in movie theater that is now used to fix old cars.

I looked around, there was still no one around. My eyes looked out further, ears becoming alert towards the sound of machines starting up. I knew at that moment there's where I have to go.

The smell of petroleum and gasoline as well as rusting metal was devoured into my scenes. It got really hot from here, so hot I had to pick up my hair in a ponytail. When I was done, I continued walking. My boots constantly kicked the light brown dirt around the place, making a bee line around the old cars to finally reach this tall mechanic garage.

The door was wide open, sparks started to go off as I walked by some guys working on some cars. Their backs were faced to me, some were even working under the cars.

The smell got stronger in here, but I didn't let that stop me. It started to become harder to hear with everything going on. My head flickering from side to side, searching for Zayn. No progress.

I tried calling out but it was no use, it was too loud. That's when I decided to give up and just leave. But before I left, my head automatically turned towards my right. It was then I noticed a familiar back with the same quiff hairdo.

He had his favorite black boots that I never got tired of seeing, light blue denim jeans that clung perfectly below his waist and a red bandana tucked in the back pocket. His muscles were fully shown from the white tank top he wore, only it didn't look so white anymore by some black oil stains around it.

I watched as he brought a hand up to his forehead to wipe away some sweat. He quickly grabbed the sides of the car in front of him.

The was also another guy on the side of the vehicle who seemed to take notice on me before anyone else did. He was handing a tool towards Zayn's direction but I'm guessing that wasn't what Zayn was looking for.

"Hey! Keep your eyes on the car!" Zayn playfully slapped the guys cheek, "Never look away or you'll get distracted and never finish the job, kid."

The guy, who seemed to be around 16 years old, looked back at me.

"Yeah, but what if I'm looking at her?"

Zayn straightened himself out, slowly turning around to see me. I was stunned to find out he didn't even smile at me, one glance and he turned back to the kid.

"Can you give us a second?" He asked.

The guy looked at both of us before dropping the tools he held back in the the tool box. He gave me a small smile as he walked right past me. I didn't even notice Zayn had already turned back around to continue his work on the car.

"What are you doing here?" He asked not looking back at me.

I grew disappointed as I walked up next to him, where the guy was last standing, but he still didn't look at me.

"I was eating with my friends and recognized your car outside." I paused, "Figured you might here."

"Well you found me." He continued working around the engine.

"Is everything okay?" I asked dropping my bag on the ground.

Zayn stopped, slowly looking up at me. He wasn't happy at all.

"No, Paige." He almost growled, "Everything is not okay." Zayn quickly straightened himself back out, raising a hand to close the trunk.

He turned around, raising a foot to lean on the car; digging in his back pocket to reach for his bandana and clean his hands.

"What happened?" I asked walking up in front of him.

"I called you countless amount of times and you never answered." He sounded angry.

This is just what I was afraid of. I already forgot about his calls and now that's all I can think of.

My mouth opened to say something but he beat me to it, quickly getting off the car, "You had me worried. I thought something bad happened to you."

I could read in his expression that he really did mean everything he said. I'm the one that feels guilty now for putting him through this.

"But nothing happened, I'm fine." I looked into his eyes.

"Yeah, but I didn't know that." He paused, "Why didn't you answer me?" He asked shrugging his shoulders.

I looked around, trying to find the right words to put this without him freaking out on me.

"Answer me, Paige!" He exclaimed grabbing my shoulders, giving me a small shake. His anger was getting to me.

"It's not that easy." I admitted.

"What's so hard about it!" He yelled.

I couldn't take it, I've never seen this side of him. His yelling was only making me feel bad, like if what I did was bad. All I wanted to do burst out in tears but I'm not.

"You know, Zayn, I think you need to calm down." I bend down to grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder.

"Calm down?!" His voice remained loud, "How can I calm down when I know you're hiding something from me?"

I stopped in my tracks when I heard Zayn walk up behind me. Cautiously taking matters into my own hands as I backed away from his touch. A move he found unaware coming from me. "I didn't mean to scare you, Zayn. But I can't tell you things when you're acting like this. So until your ready to talk, you know exactly where to find me."

I turned around, leaving behind a shocked look on Zayn's face. My feet hastily walking out of the garage.

"Paige!"

I stopped, pondering whether I should turn around or keep walking. It ended up with my body swiftly turning around to see Zayn pick up something from the floor. At first I couldn't care less but then I realized it was the paper with the number I wrote on it.

The look on Zayn's face knew it wasn't just any number. He couldn't keep his eyes off it as he walked up in front of me.

"Why do you have Ezra's number?!"

I stood frozen to the spot, heart beating faster than ever towards his words, "Ezra's number ."

I couldn't find a reply to his answer, still completely shocked and completely confused. So it was Ezra!

"Now, Zayn, before you start jumping to conclusions--"

"Why do you have his number!" He exclaimed interrupting me.

"I-I didn't know it was his." I admitted.

"Then explain to me how it fell out of your bag?!" He had the look of.hurt in his face. I just wish he could stay calm and hear me out.

My head fell down to look at my shoes. His sudden urge to raise my head to look at him gave me a sudden feeling of fear.

"Talk to me, Paige." He almost begged, relaxing himself but his tone still raging in anger.

I closed my eyes, slowly looking up into his eyes to notice they turned black again. The way they always do when he wants something really bad.

I cupped my hands over his which rose up to my cheek and moved it back down, still not letting go of it, I took in a deep breath.

"Zayn, before I left work today, I got a call from the restaurant's phone. I picked it up thinking it was you but instead it was someone else, telling me to be careful in Queens." I paused, "I didn't know what to do so I wrote down the number on that piece of paper."

Zayn's grip around my hand got tighter. "And this was the number that showed up?"

I nodded, worried about what he'd do next. "I'm sorry but I just couldn't tell you like this. I-I was scared."

"Scared of what?" He raised his voice again, "Me!" "Paige, out of all people, you were the only one who has ever confronted me so what's so different about it this time?"

"Because I'm starting to care more about you and I didn't want anyone to get hurt." I softly spoke.

His grip was released from mine, quickly turning around to angrily kick some dirt and knock over some tool carts into the ground.

Not again.

"Zayn!" I exclaimed racing towards him.

"Why couldn't you tell me this before?" He growled.

"Because I knew you'd get like this." I replied holding him from his chest, stopping him from throwing anything else out of place.

"Please, Zayn." I begged he'd forgive me.

He didn't look at me. No matter how hard I tried, I think that what I did to him wasn't forgivable. He just wanted to know where I was and if I was safe and I betrayed that. I figured he just needed some space.

"I'm sorry." I started to tear up, gently backing away to walk past him and towards the exit.

Tears just started to run down my cheeks without me wanting to. The palm of my hand rose to wipe them away as I tried my best to suck them back in.

As I raised my head back up, I felt one of my arms roughly being gripped and turned around my body. Looking up, I saw Zayn quickly lean forward. His forehead made contact with mine, hot breath continued to fan over my face as his hand rose up. His thumb gently wiped my tears away as he held me closer.

I was utterly speechless towards what he tried to say.

"W-Would you be my girlfriend?"

I didn't notice my eyes were closed until they fluttered open, breathing suddenly relaxing as I looked up at him. He wasn't mad after all.

The small nod in my head gave him an encouraging look on his face.

"Yes."

Almost immediately, I felt Zayn's lips crash into mine. I didn't resist. It was by far the best kiss we ever shared, it was the first kiss we had as a couple.

His hand rose to the inside of my shirt, passing over my skin. I couldn't take this anymore.

"Zayn." I spoke between kisses, fingertips softly touching his skin.

"Mmm."

"A-Are you still mad at me?" I wondered.

Zayn backed away, looking into my eyes and starting to smile, "I was never mad, Paige, just worried that someone might've done something to my girl." He pecked a kiss to my skin sending butterflies in my stomach.

Just by having him say that I'm his girl had me going crazy. "I promise it won't happen again."

"I believe you." He brushed my lips against his again, his hand moving down my right arm to grip my fingertips.

His touch had my feelings all over the place as usual. Head nudging down to my neck as he left a trail of kisses to stop by my collarbone before I backed away. Looking into Zayn's eyes, I grew nervous. I didn't know what went in my mind this time, but I was almost certain it was the only thing I wanted.

"Can we go to my house?" I didn't have to finish that last part of my sentence for he knew exactly what I meant.

"It'd be my pleasure." He grinned pecking my lips once again. "Let's go."