Foreign // z.m.

Early August of 2016

"We're going on a date," Zayn said as he walked into the living room.

"Zayn, we have to finish packing. We leave for Yale in four days."

"I don't care, we're going on a date. So, go get dressed and make yourself look pretty. We leave in an hour."

"Am I not already pretty?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed when he realized what he did. "No, Princess, you're beautiful. I just- you know what I meant."

"I'm only, teasing, baby. I'll go get ready."

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"See, Princess, you look beautiful as always," Zayn said as I came down the stairs dressed and ready to go.

"Let's go, kiss ass," I chuckled at him.

"You aren't into that, remember, baby?" He teased.

"Shut up, Zayn. Let's go." I grabbed purse and opened the door to go out to Zayn's car.

"Why are you upset?" He asked me as we got in the car.

"We have to pack and we're going out. I don't think you understand the problem."

"Trust me, baby, you will love this date."

"I better," I grumbled.

After about a fifteen minute drive, we pulled into the fairgrounds. The same back-to-school fair was going on, the one Zayn took me to for our first date.

"Zayn!" I gasped. "This is where we had our first date!"

He chuckled and opened the door to get out of the car. "I know, baby. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! We had so much fun last time!"

"Well, come on then, let's go..." Zayn grabbed my hand and we went to the ticket booth. After we got our tickets, we entered and decided that we would recreate our date.

"I bet I'll beat you this time," I told Zayn as we sat at the top of the fun slide after we got off of the pirate ship.

"Not likely, baby." We were told to go, so we did. We slid down the slide and, turns out, I did win this time.

I stood up when we got to the bottom and did a victory fist pump. "Woo! I won! In your face, Malik!"

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"Zayn, did you just see Mom and Dad?" I asked as we made our way towards the photo booth. We just got done eating and we were going to the photo booth. I swear that on the way, I saw Mom and Dad sitting at a table with a bunch of other people.

"Um, no? Why would they be here?" He chuckled nervously.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"I don't know, but I don't think it was them." We reached the photo booth and Zayn practically pushed me in. Something is definitely going on...

"What poses are we going to do?"

"Um, let's just- let's just do whatever. Okay?" Why is he so nervous?

"Alright? Let's smile for the first one, okay?" He nodded and put the money in.

The countdown started and Zayn had one of his hands in his pocket, the other around my waist, the both of us smiling. The photo clicked and Zayn quickly patted my shoulder. I looked at him questioningly and the photo clicked.