I'm all out of things to say

You can't seem to look away

So you delay .

You're making me hallucinate

I'm making you levitate

Só what are you waiting for now

Darling it's your move.

- "Go For It" || CRUISR

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"Ah, babe. Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Ana..."

"I'm fine!"

It's Wednesday night, and Anais actually feels pretty good because she's just had Astronomy with Zayn and they'd just left a class that did not require a lab report, today.

She feels pretty good, because she's about to meet her friends for drinks.

"Anais, you're freezing, aren't you?" Zayn shakes his head, pausing in the street to untie the scarf around his neck.

She grabs at his hands. "Zayn, no! I don't need you to be cold just because I decidedly made a poor outfit choice today."

He rolls his eyes, sighing as he lifts the scarf from around his neck.

"Zayn, no."

He shakes his head, tying the wool around her neck. She's wearing a dress with tights and boots and as winter falls over the city, there is certainly not enough fabric upon her body, even with her peacoat, to keep her warm.

She pouts. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," he says simply, because he knew it'd be cold, tonight. And he places a quick kiss on her cold cheek. "Shit-" He pulls back, frowning at the contact upon her icy skin. "You really are freezing."

"Thanks," she laughs, allowing Zayn to fix her coat too, on the steps of the physics building. They've just been let out of class and are on their way to meet Soo and Louis (and Cara and Niall, since they've both been invited) for the drinks the girls get to pay for.

Hooray.

"There."

"Has anyone told you you were the best?" Anais grins, allowing Zayn to also slip her fingers through hers.

And a warmth spreads through Anais at the action. Since Zayn had told her that he liked her, (and she him), he'd been more openly affectionate. Like, just the day before, the "bad boy" held her hand throughout breakfast, walked her to class and kissed her goodbye. Sure, it wasn't like the kisses from her apartment, but it was nice and quick and damn it, it made her smile throughout the entire day.

And Anais wasn't exactly complaining.

"Are you gonna tell me now?" He smirks, leading her down the steps and onto the pavement. "'Cause it's been a while since I've heard it, honestly."

"See, I was thinking about it," she replies. "But, now it sounds like you expect me to tell you, and that takes the fun out of it, don't you think?"

"Well," Zayn clears his throat, swinging their intertwined hands a bit, "I was gonna tell you that I liked how you looked in my scarf," he pulls a face, "But," he shrugs, "now m'not."

"Oh, that's just rude," Anais laughs, her breath visible in the night air.

He shrugs, hiding a smile. "The truth hurts, love," he grins, and because Anais only laughs harder, his smile grows.

He likes this.

He likes being like this; holding hands and laughing and being with Anais.

Zayn honestly just likes being with Anais.

"Well," she begins, "has anyone told you that-"

"Anais! Anais Mali! Wait!"

Someone is literally screaming.

And Zayn's grip on her hand tightens as she pauses, halting their strides on the street.

"What the-?" She begins, until she sees the boy waving at her from across the street.

She smiles, making eye contact as he throws up a peace sign, scrunching his face.

"Oh my god."

Zayn turns to her, frowning. He nods towards the boy evading taxi's and speeding cars across the avenue. "Who's that?"

"Diego," she replies quickly, as he jogs nearer. "He's a senior in one of my classes-Hey!" She exclaims, hugging the newcomer as he joins them on their side of the street. "What the hell, Diego! You almost died."

He chuckles deeply, as Zayn pulls Anais back to his side.

"Just wanted to make sure you were still on for Monday."

"Monday...?" Anais pauses.

Diego sighs, rolling his eyes. "Yes, Ana," he chuckles. "Monday...as in next week, as in, 'I really fucking need you to show up for my shoot,' okay?"

"Oh yeah!" She exclaims, laughing a bit in embarrassment. "Yes, yes. Of course. Promise, I'll be there."

"You'd better," he sighs. "Who else would I be able to find as pretty as you?"

Anais snorts. "Um, Rebecca?"

"Who is busy," he replies. "And I see her all the time," he grins. "I'm sick of her."

"Maybe I should tell her that, then..."

"Please don't," Diego says, receiving a short laugh in response. "And I'm asking you so please, please," he clasps his hands together, shaking them in front of his face, "I need you to remember to show."

"Promise, promise," Anais replies, slipping her hand back into Zayn's. "And if you don't believe me, send me a text Sunday night as a reminder, okay?"

"Will do," Diego replies, grinning.

"Bye, Diego."

"Bye, babe."

And Anais tugs Zayn down the road.

She catches sight of his frown. "What?"

"Who's that, again?"

She shrugs. "Just a friend from class."

Zayn's deepened frown suggests that he isn't exactly satisfied by her answer.

"He's also a very attractive senior with an even more attractive girlfriend," she continues with a little laugh. "He's in fashion journalism, and has to put this portfolio together for a brand he and his friends made up," she explains. "He asked me to model a few weeks ago, so," she holds her free hand beneath her chin, batting her lashes, "ta-da!" She snorts. "I get to do what I end up doing all the time, anyway."

Zayn nods, "Oh," he says, although he'd pretty much been satisfied after she said that this 'Diego' had a girlfriend.

"'Oh' is right," Anais grins, "so you can stop being angry."

"Angry?" He snorts. "M'not angry, Anais."

"You're right," she nods. "You can stop being jealous," she says. "Is that more accurate, then?"

"Who's jealous?" He asks innocently, and Anais only shakes her head. "What would I be jealous of?"

"Nothing," she sings, grinning at his rolled eyes. "And you know what, I'm sorry. Where," she exclaims, "and I mean, where might I get that assumption?"

He shrugs.

That makes her laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" He demands, poking her with his free hand.

"I'm not!"

"You are," he replies. "Whatever. You like, owe me drinks, anyway."

She stops laughing immediately. "And just to let you know, that'll never happen again. Like, we will take you two down."

Zayn grins. "Oh, next time?"

"Yes, next time," she raises a brow.

He grins.

"Our next double date," she pokes him back, "will end with you two taking us shopping. I'm warning you in advance. Be prepared."

"Why can't you be my partner next time?" He pouts.

"Girls have to win something first," she explains, as Zayn opens the door for her to the bar. They've made it. "Duh."

"Ugh," he pouts. "Then, I'll never get to be your partner, then."

Anais gasps, and she pokes him again. "We will win something, dammit!"

"But, the question," Zayn grins, as they catch sight of their friends at the bar, "is like, when?"

"Oh, it's on," she says, shrugging from his side. "It is so on! You're going down, Zayn Malik and I don't care how long it'll take-"

"Whoa, whoa," exclaims Louis, as the two approach. He looks between his two friends, one of them laughing, the other yelling. "What's gone on, here?"

"Anais wants a rematch."

"At what?"

"Anything," she exclaims, poking Zayn again. "Soo," she turns to her friend, "Zayn doesn't think that we can beat the two of them at anything."

"Well," Louis shrugs, "you probably can't."

"Louis!"

"Wow," Cara mouths over her glass. "That's fucked up, yeah?"

"Yeah," Anais nods. "That is fucked up."

"Don't be mad, Ana," says Zayn, and Anais is no longer mad as Zayn slips his arms around her waist. "I'll make it up to you, yeah?"

Soo and Cara are grinning.

Actually, so are Niall and Louis.

"Do we get to watch?" Louis grins.

Zayn shoots him a glare. "Shut up, Lou."

"Just asking, yeah?" He smirks. "Thought this was an all-inclusive environment, here."

"Come on, then," Anais grins. "Let's get those drinks."

At that, Soo nods. "But, I'm with Anais. This is the last bet we're losing, like, ever."

"Uh huh," Zayn whispers in Anais' ear. "Keep telling yourselves that."

"Hush, Zayn."

-~*~-

Yay jealous Zayn.

Lol. Also, did you see him at the Asian Music Awards? Because if you haven't go look right now and thank me later.

Pic is of Diego Barrueco who actually exists (and his gf Rebecca Fox is stunning as well go look them up if you have nothing to do omg).