Zayn's POV

I gave a sigh of relief. I didn't get rejected like I feared I would. 
       "Ohhhh! She alisema she loved me and it's wewe that's going out with her! I'm sorry to say it but I think you've got yourself a slut for a girlfriend," Niall alisema to me.
        "Ok first of all she's not my girlfriend yet. And sekunde of all she alisema she was just kidding. She was being funny," I replied.
        "Thats what they all say but they end up changing their minds and falling for me."
        "Oh yeah right," Louis alisema smacking Niall on the back of his head.
        "Well its 5:30 so wewe better start getting ready. We all know how long it takes wewe to do your hair all pretty," Harry alisema teasingly. "We'll leave when she gets here...maybe...probably not."
        "Guys, please be gone when I get back. I really want this to work out," I pleaded.
        "Awww! Zayn's in love!" Liam yelled.
        "This is why I don't want wewe to be here." 
        "Alright, fine. We'll stay until she gets here, introduce ourselves, and then wewe two can go off on your little tarehe and we won't be here when wewe get back," Niall said. "Deal?"
        "Fine," I muttered.

Jaylie's POV

I was finally ready for the tarehe with an saa to spare. I had on a glittery juu that had only one spaghetti, tambi strap going over only one shoulder. My miniskirt was silky and bright pink. My high heel shoes matched my skirt, upindo perfectly. My make up was done slowly and carefully and my hair was freshly washed and  curled slightly. My clothes made my already shiny blonde hair shine even brighter.
        "Why do wewe look so-" I heard from my bedroom doorway.
        "No reason!" I alisema quickly, interrupting him. Shit! I'm horrible at covering up my secrets.
        Dylan raised his eyebrows. "Ok since wewe answered so quickly I'm gonna just take a guess and say since I don't know I bet Mom and Dad don't know so that means you're keeping something from them so I'll give wewe two choices: wewe can tell me and I won't tell au wewe can not tell me and I'll tell Mom and Dad that something's up and you'll have to tell them. You're choice."
        I give him a death glare but I know it won't effect him. "Ok fine. I-I have a...date," I alisema waiting for his reaction.
        He just stares at me at first. Then a smile starts to creep onto his face. "A date? wewe just got here and wewe already have a date? Damn, Jaylie, how do wewe do it? Why couldn't I have inherited that trait? It's not fair! What room is he in?" 
        "Right across the hall."
        "Does he have any sisters?" 
        "No."
        "Why aren't wewe telling Mom and Dad?"
        "I want to see how he is first. If I like him then I'll tell them. I just don't know how I'm going to feel about dating since...well, wewe know," I alisema looking down.
        He looked into my eyes with sorrow in his. "I hope it works out," he alisema smiling. I nodded and his expression changed. "So what's his name?" he asked. This is the part I was regretting telling anyone yet.
        "Uh-his name is-Zayn Malik," I said.
        "Zayn Malik? I've heard that name somewhere before..." he looked up in thought. "I think I've heard it from you. What did wewe say about him?" his face lit up as he remembered. "No! He-thats not possible! He's here?" he looked like someone that witnessed the impossible.
        "He is," I alisema calmly.
        "And you're going on a tarehe with him?"
        "Yep."
        He opened and closed his mouth like an idiot. Then I realized that it was almost seven so I got up and went downstairs. 
        "Mom! Dad! I'm going...somewhere with the person inayofuata door," I yelled as I walked toward the door. 
        "But we haven't met them yet," Dad said.
        "You can meet them later."
And with that I left. I went across the hall and knocked on his door. I heard yelling inside then footsteps. Then the door was opened kwa a boy that had blonde hair and blue eyes. Niall Horan.
        "Well hello. wewe must be the lucky Jaylie," he said. "Come on in. Zayn will be out in a moment."
        I came in and sat down. While i waited, the other boys kept me company. They introduced themselves(like i didnt know their names)and i found them very funny. Within dakika Zayn was in the room looking as handsome as ever. He looked at me and his jaw dropped. I giggled and blushed. He closed his mouth and cleared his throat.
        "Well are wewe ready to go?" he asked.
        "Yeah."
        He smiled and walked over to me. He reached out his hand and I took it. We headed out the door, down to the lobby, out the main front doors, and to his car. He ended up taking me to see a movie. We saw a romantic comedy that was hilarious. Half way through the movie he did that thing wewe see in sinema where he fakes a stretch and then puts his arm around me. It was wonderful. After the movie he took me out to eat. It was almost midnight when we finally got back to the apartment.
        "Should I take wewe to your room?" he asked.
        "No, my mom and dad are heavy sleepers. They probably don't even know I'm not there."
        He smiled. "Ok. wewe can come to my place for a while if wewe want."
        "Well of course I want!" I alisema smiling. We went into his room and we sat down on the kitanda and talked about bila mpangilio things. He decided to put a movie in. It was a scary romance movie that I didn't really watch. Half way into the movie, just the in the theaters, he put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. He starts to gently stroke my hair. I heard him whisper something and look up at him. Our eyes connect. He leans in and I feel his warm lips against mine. I've been waiting for this all night. At first it was nothing but the weight of his lips on mine as if he was asking me for permission. I agreed of course and kissed him back.

Zayn's POV

I was nervous when I leaned down to kiss her. I didn't know if she would want me to. Obviously she did because she started kissing me back. Her lips tasted so sweet. She started to pry my mouth open with her tongue and then put it my mouth. She must be experienced. I tell her I accept kwa bumping my tongue against her juu teeth. She slides her fingers through my hair and then down my neck making me shiver with pleasure. I rest my hands on her lower back, just above her butt. She was now sitting in my lap. Then it hit me. I loved Jaylie Anderson.

Jaylie's POV

I was right. Zayn Malik did prove my feelings wrong. I was in upendo with him. I didn't dare tell him because I didn't know if he felt the same way. I mean, it was only our first tarehe after all. We continued kissing until we heard the door open, breaking us apart. I gasped in horror as I looked at the door and saw my dad standing there.

Srry that this chapter wasn't very interesting but I'll try to make the inayofuata chapter better

Part 4 coming soon!!