WARNING: Cheesy chapter ahead. Fluffiness. Horniness. Enjoy :)

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As soon as the final bell rung, Zayn hopped out of his seat, grabbing his bag off the ground. He sat it down on the desk and put his clipboard and MacBook inside it, later locking it. Zayn threw it over his shoulder, about to make his way out the classroom.

Zayn was practically radiating with nervousness and excitement. He still didn't know where Justin was taking him, or if he was taking him anywhere. Zayn was hoping, though. He liked spending time with Justin.

Zayn walked out the classroom, making sure they lights were off and that the door was locked before shutting it. He made his way down the hall to Justin's classroom, his pace quicker than normal.

Apparently, both Justin and Zayn were excited because just then the history teacher exited his classroom, a stack of papers hanging off his arm. Zayn was about to approach him until Ms. Baldwin exited out of the history teacher class, a smirk on her face. Zayn slowed down his pace and he felt a frown dawn on his lips. Justin shut the door, and once he turned around Zayn noticed the frown on Justin's face as well.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Ms. Baldwin asked Justin, leaning against the wall and sticking her chest out towards the history teacher.

Zayn could tell that any moment Justin was going to snap at the woman, so he decided to intervene before something happened. He sped up his pace and approached the two other adults.

Hearing Zayn footsteps, both teachers turned their attention towards him, one excited to see him and the other was rather annoyed.

"Hello, Zayn!" Justin cheered, relieved that the teacher made it there before he could answer Ms. Baldwin. "Ready to go?"

Zayn bit his lip as Ms. Baldwin looked at Justin with bewilderment, then back to Zayn with a glare. Zayn looked away from her, focusing his attention towards the teacher that was sending him a pleading look.

"Um, yeah," he replied. Deciding not to be rude, Zayn said, "Hello Ms. Baldwin," to the glaring teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Malik," she greeted back, but Zayn could tell it was forced.

"We'll see you later," Justin butted in before Ms. Baldwin put a bigger damper on Zayn's mood. Justin placed his hand on the small of Zayn's back, ready to get away from the nuisance of a teacher.

"Bye Ms. Baldwin," Zayn called over his shoulder as Justin and he walked away. He didn't hear a response, which he figured because of the distance.

"Thank God you came when you did," Justin mumbled as the teachers made their way down the staircase, reaching the first floor.

"What?" Zayn asked, looking at Justin, confusion laced clearly in his tone.

Justin looked down at Zayn and grinned. "Nothing," he responded looking ahead, taking his hand away from Zayn's back as they made it to the exit. Justin opened the door and stood still, letting Zayn go in front of him.

"Thank you," Zayn mumbled as he walked past Justin, being met with the air from the outside. It was colder than it was earlier.

Zayn heard the door shut behind him, and after a second Justin joined his side as they made their way towards Justin's rental Lexus. Once the reached it Justin pulled out the keys and unlocked the doors. Justin made his way towards the back door and Zayn made his way over to the passenger, both of them opening the door once they made it. Justin sat his bag and papers on the backseat as Zayn took off his bag, placing it on the ground.

As Justin closed the back door and Zayn closed the passenger door, Zayn put on his seat belt. Soon Justin joined him, opening the driver's door and hopping inside the vehicle. He closed the door after himself, putting on his seat belt. Once he was secured and took his phone out his pocket, he started the vehicle. Justin put the car in reverse, backing out of the parking spot, and once he was out of it, he put it in drive, exiting the school parking lot.

Zayn fiddled with his fingers as Justin drove, watching as they made their way through traffic. They were going a way that Zayn has never been before, and he could tell that because of the new scenery and the fact that there wasn't much traffic.

"Where are we going?" Zayn asked Justin, who was focused on the road.

Justin looked over at Zayn, flashing him a smile before going back to paying attention to the road. "You should know how I am now, Zayn. You'll see when we'll get there," he responded in a deep, authoritative voice.

Zayn tried his best to ignore the shivers that went down his spine. They way that Justin spoke that sentence...did things to him.

So instead, he scowled a little, trying not to make it too obvious how he felt at that moment. "I could call the police right now. You're basically kidnapping me," he mumbled stubbornly.

Justin looked over at Zayn with an amused look sketching his face. "It's not kidnapping if you're willing to go with me, Zayn."

Zayn's scowl turned into a pout, knowing what Justin saying was true. He just wanted to know so bad where they were going. He hated surprises.

It was Justin's laughter that snapped Zayn attentions towards the man. Zayn couldn't help but admire the way the older man laughed. He laughed so freely, so...

Beautiful.

He couldn't help the smile that etched on his face hearing Justin's laughter. It was hard not to have such a reaction hearing such a beautiful melody.

So for a few minutes, Zayn and Justin rode to their destination in silence. That was until Justin reached over to the radio and turned it down, causing Zayn to look at him curiously.

"So what's your favorite music artist?" Justin asked, careful to add the music part. He didn't know shit about art.

Zayn looked at the man eerily, wondering what provoked him to ask that question. "You're random, you know that?" Zayn informed him.

Justin let out a deep chuckle, turning to the street on the left. "I know. I like to keep people on their toes."

True that Zayn wanted to say, but refrained.

After a few moments of wondering who was his favorite artist, Zayn replied with, "Michael Jackson."

Justin looked over at him curiously for a moment, then turned his attention back to the road. "And why is that?" He asked.

Zayn shrugged his shoulders even though Justin couldn't see him.

But like always, Justin noticed everything that Zayn did.

"I don't really know if I'm honest. It's just something about his music and story that I like. He may be dead, but his music was still great and I still listen to it," Zayn explained Justin noticed that every time Zayn would talk about something he was interested or liked, his accent tend to come out more. It was interesting to Justin, really, but that's what gave Zayn his character.

So for their journey to their destination, the two men talked about random things. To Zayn, it seemed like Justin never ran out of things to say, and he'd always felt obligated to respond since the man was putting in such effort in making conversation with him. Everything that Justin would ask him, he'd respond with the best of his ability. Justin didn't try to pry deep into Zayn's life, no matter how bad he wanted to, which Zayn was thankful for.

After about thirty minutes of driving, Justin finally pulled inside the parking of their location. The placed was packed, Zayn noted, seeing all the parking spaces almost filled. Justin got lucky and found one by the side of the building. He pulled into the parking space, stopping the vehicle once he was in it and turned it off. He took off his seat belt and turned to Zayn, who was looking at him curiously.

"We're here," Justin told Zayn. Before Zayn could even ask where they were at, Justin already grabbed his phone and opened the door, getting out the vehicle leaving Zayn behind a pouting mess.

Zayn took off his seat belt and opened the door, exiting the vehicle. He closed the door behind himself, and not too long after that he heard the lock alarm. Zayn noticed that there was a sign hanging above the two-story building, and when he read it, it said Hot Spot Arcade.

"Arcade?" Zayn asked Justin, snapping his head towards the history teacher. As soon as he read the words, Zayn was radiating with excitement, and the big smile that made its way on his face made it more obvious. He always loved arcades. When he was younger, his parents used to take his sisters and him there all the time, but as he gotten older and his schedule life became more hectic, that stopped him from going as much as he'd like to. He hasn't been over six years, so being reunited with something he loved, thanks to Justin, made him all giggly inside.

"Yeah, arcade. There is more, though," Just started to explain. "There is laser tag, mini golf, bumper cars- Woah!"

Justin stopped talking when Zayn grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the entrance of the building. He was seeing a whole new side of Zayn; the fun, carefree Zayn, and he was happy to experience it. Taking advantage of the moment, Justin intertwined his fingers with Zayn's, and what excited him was Zayn didn't notice, or he just didn't care.

Zayn opened the door before Justin could when they approached the entrance, immediately being exposed to the cool air of the building, the chattering of people, and the sounds of arcade machines. They stepped inside of the chaotic building, heading towards the cash register. There were a few people in front of them, flaring up Zayn's almost nonexistent impatientness.

After the people in front of them left, Justin and Zayn approached the counter. Behind the counter was an African American woman who smiled brightly at the 'couple' in front of her.

"Hello, welcome to Hot Spot Arcade," she greeted. "How may I help you?"

Before Justin could even speak, Zayn responded, and Justin was surprised to hear the man talk so freely.

"We would like uh, two cards please?" Zayn asked, smiling at the employee.

The woman in front of them smiled deviously. "Well, lucky for you two, it is couple nights. If you don't know what it is, it's when we give you guys one card with seventy-five credits, two major games, all for thirty dollars," she explained.

Zayn was confused as to why the woman mentioned the couple night. Justin and I aren't a couple, he said to himself.

"Um, we're not a couple-" Just then, Justin squeezed Zayn's hand, causing him to look down. When Zayn noticed that their fingers were intertwined he gasped and his eyes widened. When did this happen? He asked himself.

"We'll take it," Justin spoke, returning the type of smile that the woman was giving him. Zayn tried to pry his fingers from Justin's, but that only caused the man to tighten his grip, wanting to bask in the comfort of their touch a while longer. As much as Zayn liked it too, he didn't want people to get the wrong idea.

"Alright," the woman chirped, swiping the card inside of the machine, adding the credits to it. Once it was loaded she handed it to Justin, who gave it to Zayn. Justin grabbed his card and swiped it in the machine, entering his pin so that he could pay for the card. After signing the receipt that the woman gave him, he thanked her and pulled Zayn away from the cash register, heading towards the arcade section.

Zayn completely ignored the fact that Justin paid full price, one question lingering in his mind. "Justin, why did you tell that woman they were a couple?" He asked, dubious to the fact.

Justin shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly, but really to him, it meant a lot. "You heard her. It was couple night; cheaper. Might as well take advantage of the deal," he explained. Even though those were some factors, that wasn't the real reason why. He wanted people to think Zayn was his so that nobody could approach the man. Even though he knew that Zayn probably wouldn't have given them the time of day, he still didn't want anybody even trying. He doesn't know why the sense of possessiveness overtook him. He hasn't felt this way in forever.

Zayn nodded his head understandingly, even though he couldn't help the disappointment that made its way to his mind. Was that really Justin reason? He means, he knew that it was cheaper, but he couldn't help but to hope that it was more than it just being cheaper to Justin.

The two entered the arcade, and the first thing that Justin headed to was the air hockey. As they walked by, they received a few curious looks, but luckily Zayn didn't notice them. Justin glared at the people, wanting them to look away so that they couldn't ruin Zayn's mood.

Once they arrived, that was the time that Justin had disconnected their fingers. Immediately, both of them were hit with the coldness, missing each other's warmth. Zayn went over and swiped the card, and once the light turned green, they heard the sound of the puck hitting on one of the sides. Justin smirked at Zayn, who went to the one side of the table while Justin went to the other. When Zayn looked down he realized that the puck was on his side. He took the black thing out and sat it on the table, grabbing the paddle. Justin had his paddle as well, and now they were both ready.

"I have to warn you," Justin started, "I'm pretty good at this game," he told Zayn cockily.

Zayn want to say he was good too, but it's been a while since he played, so he didn't know if his skills were as good as Justin.

Instead of responding, Zayn just hit the puck. Catching Justin off guard, the puck went inside of Justin's slot. Zayn let out a grin when the man looked up at him with a shocked expression. When he recovered, Justin looked at Zayn with a devious smile.

"Oh, you're going down, Malik," Justin claims while reaching down and grabbing the puck. Once he had it on the table he immediately hit it. Zayn, having quick reflexes, hit it back, and thus started the war.

For the three minutes that the game allowed them to play, the two adults went back and forth, hitting the packing around and occasionally scoring. They were filled with laughter, groaning and victory screech when the pucks went in. Justin admired Zayn as the younger man came out of his shell, and Justin did nothing but enjoyed it.

The alarm went off, indicating the end of the game. When they looked up they realized that Zayn won, causing him to cheer like a child. Tickets exited his side of the machine. Justin was in awe with the sight that blessed his eyes, but he tried not to make it obvious.

"Oh you're a lucky punk," Justin says stubbornly. "I bet you can't do it again."

Zayn looked at Justin and smirked, and Justin swore he saw a glint of smugness in Zayn's eyes. "Bring it on, Mr. Bieber."

And fuck, the way that Zayn said his name turned Justin on beyond measures.

The two adults played the game again. Justin made sure this time he was more concentrated on the game than Zayn, but he still managed to take his occasional looks at the man. Justin noticed when Zayn was concentrated, he tended to stick his tongue out his mouth, puck his lips, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes held nothing but determination.

Justin obviously found himself getting distracted once again.

And Zayn won.

Zayn did his victory dance once more, and Justin just glared at him. No matter how much he tried not to, he always ended up getting lost in Zayn's looks.

"That's not fair," Justin mumbled childishly, but Zayn heard.

Zayn looked at him with a first place grin. "How come it's not fair?" He asked, feigning innocence.

Because your handsome face was distracting me, Justin wanted to say, but he opted for, "It's just isn't."

Zayn looked at the older man curiously for a moment before bursting out into laughter. This laughter was different from Zayn's other, Justin noticed. This laughter wasn't quiet, nor short. It was filled with happiness, loudness, and carefreeness. It was just then that Justin noticed that all the times that Zayn had laughed so far were most likely forced because this one was way more of a free laugh.

Justin couldn't help the smile as he walked over to Zayn. He leaned into Zayn ear and whispered, "Your real laughter is beautiful. You should use it more often."

Right there Zayn looked into Justin's eyes and realized how much the man meant to him after a short period of time knowing him. This man, standing in front of him, managed to break him out of his shell almost completely, something that Louis and Kendall haven't been able to do yet. Zayn showed his real self around Justin.

But as much as he wanted to continue to, he knew he couldn't, cause he thought eventually that Justin was going to get tired of him. He knew once he showed the real him, he wouldn't be able to control his suppressed emotions that he's been holding over the years.

So Zayn tried his best to sober up, suddenly going back to the shy, small man he was.

Justin noticed this, and his eyebrows furrowed irritably. "No, you are not crawling back into that shell of yours just yet. We are going to have fun. You are going to have fun, and be yourself. Do you understand me?" Justin demanded, pointing his finger at the shy man.

Zayn bit his lip, nodding his head, but he knew as much as Justin would want him to, he wouldn't be able to break out of his shell again.

"Now, let's go play us some racing games," Justin told Zayn, slinging his arm around the smaller man's shoulder and started walking.

Zayn was back bursting with excitement, smiling once again as he started speeding up, causing Justin arm to slip off Zayn's shoulder. Justin's eyes widened and he quickly caught up with Zayn, quickly correcting the way to the race car games.

And just like that, Zayn was out of his shell again.

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It was safe to say that Zayn officially was having the best time of his life than he has had for a while. For most of the evening, the two men played in the large arcade, going game to game. There were shooting games, racing games, quizzing games, all types of games that the arcade offered.

The thing is, Zayn won most of them.

Every game that Justin swore that he was good at, Zayn managed to beat him in most of them. There was ping pong. Zayn won that. There was mini bowling. Zayn won that. There was skeeball. Zayn won that. There was whack-a-mole, and guess who won that?

Zayn.

Justin did manage to beat Zayn in some games, though. There was basketball, just dance, guitar hero, a few more, but all in all, Zayn took the most wins from the arcade games. Zayn had so many tickets from the games that he had to buy a little backpack. Once Justin found out that Zayn paid for something, he was a little upset. He wanted to spoil Zayn and for him to have a good time.

But Zayn was already having the time of his life.

They were having fun, openingly laughing, enjoying their time, especially Zayn. Zayn was like a little kid in a candy store, going game from game, looking around in interest. Whenever Zayn would walk somewhere, Justin would follow close behind, smiling and admiring the man. He knew that everyone once and a while they got weird looks, but who cares? Justin surely didn't, and by the way Zayn was going around all happily, he didn't either. Everything was going perfectly.

Until it was laser tag time.

The two man stood in line, watching as people exited out of the laser tag area. Justin had his hand thrown over Zayn's shoulder, while Zayn was smiling and holding