Zelmirah

The cab ride to whatever place he was taking me was silent as we didn't want to alert the driver about Zayn and I was suddenly feeling very shy. With all my confidence out of the window, the events of the night were slowly sinking in and the fan girl in me was having a hard time keeping quiet .

As the driver drops off us at the location, I look up to see a closed shop with the sign reading Windie & Moodie.

" It's closed ? " I say looking at Zayn questioningly.

" It is but not for us. "

I nod slowly and look surprised as he takes out a key from his back pocket and opens the door.

" What - "

" The owner is an old friend of mine. He gave me the keys a few years back. I come here sometimes if I want to do something crazy with my hair and no one would let me do that. "

He says, a huge smile on his face as he talks and all I can do is stare at him.

He grabs my hand and leads me to one of the chairs .

" So what color would you like me to do to your hair my lady ? "

He says and bows a little, while I blush until my eyes widen as the sentence finally registers in my head.

" Wait, you are doing my hair ? "

He feigns a hurt expression and places a hand on his heart.

" You don't trust me, Zelmirah ? " He says, pouting a little and even if I had wanted to say no, seeing the cute face he was making wouldn't have let me.

" Ash grey hair with the ends dip - dyed purple . What do you think ? "

I ask smiling at him and he returns it with a grin of his own. Although I wasn't really sure about this , I guess I trusted Zayn and a new look would be nice.

" I think it will look great. "

With that said, Zayn looks like he has transformed into a hair dresser. He was in his own element and looked like he knew what he was doing, which honestly was a relief for me because I was initially scared .

We made small talk, about hobbies and likes and dislikes. I got to know little things about him, like how he just loved his mom's made chicken tikka and samosas , which I had no idea about what they were but he promised he will have me taste them soon or how much he just loved living with the boys, or how Safaa, his little sister was the cutest kid ever.

He asks me to close my eyes as he does the final thing or whatever to my hair .

" You can see now. "

I gasp as I look in the mirror, surprised at how different I looked after just changing my hair color. A huge smile takes over my face as I touch the purple ends.

" Judging by your expression, I take you like it. "

" I love it. Thank you so much. " I say honestly.

" No big deal, my lady. "

He replies with a wink and again I start blushing at his words.

I swivel the chair around when suddenly Zayn gives my chair a push and I go sliding to the other end of the salon.

Zayn starts laughing at my expression as I turn around when an idea comes to my mind.

" Let's race. " I say, a childish excitement bubbling in me. He looks confused at first but as he catches onto what I was saying, the confusion is replaced with an excited grin which I am sure I was also wearing.

The salon was huge, with a lot of space in between both the sides that were lined with the mirrors and the chairs.

Zayn grabs the chair and brings it near me and on the count of

" One -" We put our game faces on.

" Two - " Zayn rubs his hands together while glaring at me.

" Three - " We take position.

" Go- " And with that, we are propelling the chair with our feet, sound of the squeaking tires filling the silence .

My chair stops halfway while Zayn goes and hits the wall. He turns around slowly with a smirk on his face.

" What's up loser ? "

I huff as I roll the chair back to the start.

" Again. "

This time I put a lot of force and before I know I am hitting the wall and then springing back with same speed and hitting into Zayn's chair.

And this soon turns into a bumping chairs game. We start laughing and I find myself enjoying every moment of this, I missed this. I missed having fun and laughing freely, doing silly things and after my family's death it just didn't seem right. Until now .

Zayn

Her laugh was doing things to me, like making my heart flutter whenever she looked in my eyes or how it felt like my stomach was doing flips when she held me hand as we raced our chairs together or how my heart skipped a beat when she smiled at me.

Zelmirah

It was all fun and games until two things happened simultaneously .

The tires of our chairs gave away and in a matter of seconds we were on the floor and this -

" What the hell is going on ? "

Me and Zayn share a look from the floor and burst out laughing.

We were literally rolling on the floor laughing .

He stands up and helps me too. Someone clears their throat and slowly our laughter dies as we face a very pissed off looking man.

Uh Oh.

" What the heck Zayn ? You broke two of the chairs. " He says glaring at the two of us, mostly at Zayn who looked like a little kid being scolded for stealing candy.

" Oops. " He replies with an innocent look on his face and the man lets out a sigh , a small smile playing on his lips.

" And who is this young lady ? "

" Zelmirah , she is a friend of mine. " He says to the man, who looked like he was in his late thirties or something , with hair styled to perfection and a well kept beard .

" And Zel , that's Chris Forsey - the owner of this shop and an old friend if mine. "

I smile at him as he makes way to us.

" I like the hair color, subtle yet bold - the perfect combination.
Good choice. "

I smile widely at his approval, thanking him and Zayn again. After small talk, we make our way outside - the cold air hitting right in the face.

It was 3 AM by the time we got out, the roads empty with a car passing occasionally. Zayn had called his driver to come take us back to the club as my car was still there.

As we waited sitting at the sidewalk, Zayn slowly slips his hand through mine but doesn't look at me. There's a small smile on his lips and I find my lips turning up too as I stare at our hands and then ahead.

*****

The parking lot was pretty much empty, and only a few people were left. Zayn follows me to my car quietly.

" Drive carefully. " He says as I open the door and I nod.

" I had fun today. " I say with a smile and he grins.

" Me too. "

" Good night. "

" Night, babe. "

And then he turns around, leaving me all flustered but he's not finished yet.

" Be ready, we are going on a date soon. "

Oh My God.

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