Hidden Beneath Brown Eyes (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 64 - Closets and Kitchens

Well, If you ask nicely.

As soon as the words left my lips, they were replaced by an awful, awkward silence. The closet wasn't like a large room, that had far walls and tall ceilings for the sound to bounce off of and echo. No, this closet, although larger than most, still was so small that it cancelled out any outside noise and kept the inside noise short, sweet, and to the point.

I never imagined the day where I'd be wishing for an echo, but I found that in the moment, it was all I wanted; time to reflect on what I'd said, to drag it out, to hold off on the confrontation for as long as possible. Maybe I was over thinking things, but I couldn't help but feel like I'd just crossed some line, over stepped some unspoken boundary, and my discomfort was growing by the second.

I immediately averted my gaze from Zayn, deciding instead to direct it towards the floor. I was far too embarrassed to even look in his direction, let alone right at him. I could feel his eyes burning into me, and I have to admit that the temptation to look was growing stronger with each tick of the clock, but I refused to make contact. My words had made me uncomfortable, so I could only imagine how they made him feel.

What happened next surprised me. Like, it genuinely surprised me. One second I was shamefully counting the frayed fibers that made up the beige carpet, and the next, I was tearing my gaze upwards to face Zayn as a deep and hearty laugh rippled through the silence. 

I looked at him with a shocked expression on my face, feeling confused and a little insulted, and I didn't know why. He stood opposite me; head back, mouth open, eyes crinkled at the edges. It was the truest and most pure laugh that you could ever hear come from him. It was a laugh that indicated that he found something legitimately funny and it made him happy, truly happy. 

I wanted to smile, and I could feel my lips twitching at the corners, attempting to do so, but my confusion refused to give way to the happiness that his laugh infected me with. My eyebrows remained furrowed, and a frown seemed like it was permanently stitched onto my face, as I watched him reach up and gently wipe a tear from his eye and fall in between the coats to lean against the wall.

"What's so funny?" I spat, trying and failing to keep the harshness out of my voice. He finally looked up at me, and I couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eyes, and somewhere inside me, my heart fluttered at the knowledge that I had caused it. 

"You are." he chuckled, sounding out of breath as he pushed himself away from the wall.

"Me?" I asked with a grimace.

"Ada, I think somewhere along the line, we got a little off topic." he chuckled, coolly walking back over towards me and stopping a few inches short of my body.

"I'm not following." I said. I knew what we were talking about, but my confusion was in wondering how he found it funny. I found it horrifying. 

"Babe, you basically just gave me permission to have sex with you." The way that he called me babe wiped the frown right off my face and instead had me fighting the urge to drop my jaw. I didn't think he'd come right out and say it, but then again, I guess there was really no point in dancing around it.

"And if our son wasn't right outside the door, I'd almost be tempted to take you up on that offer. I'm sure Jack would love to have a little sister." He continued laughing while I finally allowed my jaw to hang wide open. I guess I should have expected things to turn in this direction, since I was the one who started it, but I didn't even know why I'd started it. 

When Zayn noticed my gaping expression, he once again burst into a fit of laughter, making it obvious that he found this amusing. Looking back, it was pretty funny, but at the time I just couldn't find any humor in it.