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Zayn watched as Billy trailed her eyes along his form. "You've only offended me by assuming I don't like you. Honestly, I don't know you. How could I like you?" Billy said. "I'll forgive you, though, if you buy us ice cream. All princesses deserve ice cream." She was smiling at him now. He couldn't help but return the smile. "I couldn't think of a better way to apologize for offending you." he said softly, his brown eyes fixed upon Billy. "I'm thinking that we'll go to The Scream'n Cone. You are welcome to ride with us, if you'd like. Or, you can meet us there?" he said, his eyes upon Hailee as the girl played. "Hailee! Come on!" Zayn yelled towards his daughter. The girl came flying towards the two adults. "Are we going for ice cream?" she asked Zayn. He smiled gently at the small girl. "We are. That's where we are going now." he said. Hailee turned her eyes upon Billy. "Are you coming, Ms. Billy?" she asked, eager to go to the fancy ice cream shop her Daddy always took her to. The little girl took off bounding towards the car. Zayn followed behind the girl and opened the car door and picked Hailee up to help her into her carseat. He expertly hooked her in and made sure that everything was fixed tightly. He pulled himself out of the car and shut the door. He slid into the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt. Starting the car, Zayn began to slowly pull out. He drove at a leisurely pace, not in too much of a hurry. It took about twenty minutes to arrive at the ice cream shop. Zayn pulled into the parking lot and parked his beat up car. He looked around for a moment. He didn't see anyone that he knew would go crazy if they saw him. He smiled at this. He quickly got out of the car and went to the back to get Hailee out. She was in her father's arms, her small arms around his tattooed neck. Zayn shut the door and locked the car.

As he led the way into the small shop, Zayn couldn't help but remember how Sarah had used to love going for ice cream. He couldn't believe that she never took Hailee. He opened the door to allow Billy to enter first. "Ladies first." he said, smiling. He sat Hailee down and the little girl followed Billy into the shop. As soon as she saw the large display of the many flavors, she took off to the glass, trying to look. Zayn walked in and walked up to his daughter. He loved this ice cream shop. It was strangely designed and had no windows that looked outside. It was highly unlikely that any reporters or fans would see him. Although Zayn loved being famous it was always nice to be able to get away and just be himself. The older man that ran the shop was speaking with Hailee and Billy, trying to take their orders. Hailee wanted the bubblegum pink ice cream. Zayn didn't even need to tell the old man to put the ice cream in a bowl. They were there almost every weekend and Hailee was hard to forget. Zayn ordered his ice cream, a mocha frozen yogurt bowl. He was smiling at Billy and Hailee. Hailee was standing very close to Billy and was asking the woman how she'd met her father. The old man handed Zayn his and Hailee's ice cream and then handed Billy hers. Hailee quickly made her way to the table that they always sat at near the back. Zayn followed slowly, close to Billy. The little girl quickly sat down and waited for the adults. As he reached the table, Zayn place the pink ice cream in front of Hailee. "Look! Mine's pink because I'm a princess! Right, Ms. Billy?" she said smiling at the woman. Zayn sat down beside of his daughter, smiling. He was dreading Sunday, as he always did. He didn't want to let Hailee go back with Sarah. Hailee dug into her ice cream, not paying much attention to the adults. Zayn slowly worked on his frozen yogurt.

"I am sorry for earlier." Zayn said, eyeing the woman in front of him. He went quiet for a few moments, thinking. "Would you tell me about yourself? I find you..interesting." he said. Now why had he said that? Idiot. Now she was going to think that he was the sex crazed man that the paparazzi liked to try and make him out to be. He said nothing, listening to the woman.