I could name a lot of things any other man

Won't do for you, I do for you

When I hit you at your condo real late

You can see the city, you straight

Then cut like kids cake

I got that feelin' for you, that feelin' that you crave. 

- "Recognize" || PARTYNEXTDOOR

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"Okay, so as happy as I am that you got your book back, we've really got to do this lab."

"We've got a week, Anais."

"Ugh," she sighs. "You say that every week we've got a lab, Zayn."

He says nothing. He only chuckles softly, his pen moving with short strokes across one of the few blank pages left in the book that he got through Niall from Perrie. 

Anais sighs again. She turns her head from him, back to the sky. She's searching for constellations-that Zayn isn't exactly helping her find-up above. She's brought a blanket to sit on and hot chocolate to share and gloves on her hands, tonight, because it's been growing much colder as the days progress. 

They're on the roof-their roof-again. 

Zayn's been sketching since they got to Naughty Boy and he still hasn't told her what it's of.

It's bothering her. 

She keeps asking him and he won't tell-he'll only laugh-and she's pretty sick of him not only laughing but also not helping her find Cetus and Eridanus, the last two constellations she-they-have got to find for this stupid Wednesday night lab. 

"So-"

His voice breaks the silence.

"So?"

"So," Zayn doesn't look up from his book, "how was your date?"

Anais wrinkles her nose, turning from the sky, back to him. 

"What date?"

"Forget it. Forget I asked."

Anais shakes her head. "Was I supposed to have gone on a date?"

"I dunno," he retorts. "Like, you tell me?"

"I really don't know what we're talking about."

"Yeah, okay."

"Are you mad?"

"What?" He scoffs. "Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know," she replies. "Your tone suggests that you're pissed about something. Am I supposed to know what we're talking about?"

"Why'd you ask that?"

"I don't know," she exclaims. "It sounds like you think I should have been on a date, today."

Zayn rolls his eyes with a snort. "Forget it."

"Zayn, I haven't been on any dates. I'm not dating anyone."

"Sure, Anais."

Anais eyes him curiously. She hasn't gone on any dates. Who the hell goes on a date on a Wednesday, anyway? All she did that day was go to class and sign up to model in another show and go to lunch with Lucky...

She turns back to the sky, laughing to herself. 

"What?" He demands, brow raising over the brim of his sketchbook. "Why're you laughing?" 

"Because I'm only turning in my lab since you aren't helping me any," she lies easily, and she grins again at the scowl on Zayn's face. 

Truth is, she's laughing because Zayn must have thought her lunch was more than just 'lunch.' 

Truth is, Anais is a coward and she resolved none of her very complicated feelings for Lucky Blue Smith. 

Truth is, she scheduled this lunch perfectly between two classes so 'lunch' was more like a quick snack that she barely ate with Lucky. The truth is that she ordered her coffee to go and Lucky ended up only walking her to class because she'd purposefully dawdled a bit in meeting him so they'd have even less time to spend together because she really was not looking forward to talking about whatever the hell Lucky wanted to talk about. 

Despite herself; despite her honesty, Anais is not great with confrontation. 

But, Zayn doesn't press the matter, and Anais smiles. 

She digs around her bag, pulling out her thermos and two, winter themed plastic mugs. 

"Want some hot chocolate?"

Zayn stares at her through narrowed eyes. 

"C'mon," she grins, holding cups to her face. "It's hazelnut," she sings. "Yum yum yummy yummy yum yum-"

"Okay, fine," he says at once, closing his book and crossing the space between them. 

"I knew I'd wear you down," she laughs, as Zayn comes to sit beside her on her blanket.

She pours him a cup. "One for you."

He chuckles. "Thanks."

Anais shrugs, and as she pours a cup of her own she lifts her eyes to his. "Lucky and I aren't dating."

Zayn licks the corner of his lips, mouth turned down. 

"But, he likes you."

"I didn't say that."

"Did you have to?"

"Lucky," Anais chokes on a laugh, "has got a girlfriend."

"Well," Zayn smiles because that news has him visibly relieved although he's attempting to hide it, "apparently so do I after the show we put on for Perrie."

Anais laughs, covering her face in her gloved hands. "About that..."

He lifts a brow. "What about it?"

She shakes her head, purposefully sipping her drink. "I don't...Noth-This has been a long enough break," she finishes. She peers down at her lab and then back up at the sky. "Now, can you help me with this lab, please?"

"Oh, so you give me hot chocolate only to get me to work?" He teases. "Now, I'm conflicted about these feelings."

She shrugs. "It hasn't worked yet, so..."

"Very funny," he says, only for her to laugh aloud. He slides beside her, peering over her shoulder at her lab. "You've found everything, anyway!"

"Have not!" She exclaims. "I-We still have two more to find."

"Which ones?"

Anais tenses-She tries not to , but it's her first reaction to the way Zayn's breath tickles her skin as it fans across her neck. 

"Umm," she clears her throat. "Cetus and..." She holds up her paper for him to see, turning her head back to the sky. "These two-What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Anais has frozen. 

"Zayn, what are you doing?"

"Just, um, wait," he says, and Anais has pretty much become a statue, since Zayn's hands are on her jaw, his lips beside her ear. "Stay right there, okay?"

"For what?"

He releases her jaw, her face frozen in its upward facing position. 

"Zayn, what is this for?"

But, now she can hear his pen. 

"Zayn," she growls. "No you're not."

He laughs. "Not what?"

"Drawing me!" She whines. "Uh, Zayn, c'mon! I'm ugly-No!"

"Too late. I'm almost done," he grins. Then, he frowns, "Anais, you model and you don't want me to draw you? Should I like, be offended?"

She opens her mouth to speak when he cuts her off with a laugh. 

"And you? Ugly?" He laughs again. "Yeah. Okay, Anais."

She lifts a brow. "Was that a slightly dick-ish way of calling me pretty?"

Zayn pokes out his bottom lip, shrugging nonchalantly. 

"Whatever," she scoffs. "Let me see this picture, then?"

"Nope," and he makes a point to close his sketchbook and shake it in her face. If Anais didn't think he looked adorable when he laughed she'd have been really really close to slapping him. 

She folds her arms. "Wow. Fuck you too, then."

Zayn slides against her on the blanket, sitting behind her, and cupping her jaw like he did when they were with Perrie, turning her head to face him.  

"I'm sorry, Anais."

She peers up at him hopefully. "You'll show me, then?"

"Um," he bites back a laugh. "No."

"Motherfu-!" She jerks from him. "Zayn, why? It's of me, isn't it? Shouldn't I have to sign a waiver or something, first? Don't you need my permission or something to use my likeness?"

He laughs aloud at this point. "You'll see it..." He rubs the back of his neck. 

"When?"

"One day, Anais."

"Sure, Zayn."

"I promise."

"Ha-Do you?"

"Yeah. I do."

She tosses him a pen, picking up her lab. 

"Then help me find these then."

-~*~-

So people have been messaging me asking whether or not I'm gonna continue this because it's a 'Zayn fic' and honestly I didn't know that was a thing honestly. So yesss the answer is yesss I am finishing this story don't worry if you were even concerned int he first place. :)