shy//z.m(short story)

Affection

Zayn can’t believe his luck.

At last he has her in his arms and all he wants to do is cry.

Cry away the burning guilt he had.

Cry away the emptiness he held in his heart.

Cry away the big what if which his life was.

So he does that.

His tears start painting Aura’s tan skin and she says nothing but just holds him tighter. As sobs rake his body he loses his balance and slides down on to the stage with Aura following. The whole stadium is quiet as they watch the tough guy Zayn they knew break down.

Zayn was happy that she was here, that Aura was here. He wanted to say something. Say anything, but all he could manage were small ‘ I’m sorry’s. And Aura tried to calm him down by patting his shoulder affectionately and shushing him and saying small ‘ I’m here’s.

When Zayn is calm again and is able to stand again, Aura gets up goes and snatches Harry’s mic from him and when he makes a face at her, she cutely stuck her tongue at him.

God, did Zayn love her.

And then wonders how she even found him. He then looks at Niall smiling at him and when he catches his gaze he winks at him and at that moment Zayn knows it’s him. This is the ‘surprise’ he was talking about before concert.

Who knew the Irish had it in him.

Aura reaches into her coat and takes out a single red rose. Zayn watches in awe as she repeats his words,

“Hello, I’m Aura. Can you like hold this for me?”

She smiles sweetly while offering Zayn the rose and Zayn’s vision is blurred with tears clouding tears clouding his eyes but he can still make out her smile, the beautiful smile she always smiled at him.

Zayn, star struck, takes the rose lightly from her and he doesn’t even have to wait like Aura must have. She says the words that Zayn had only dreamt of. Says those three words.

“I love you.”

And the tears start again. He runs towards her and this time their lips meet too. Zayn can’t describe how nice it felt to kiss her. Her lips tasted of chocolate and honey and salt due to Zayn’s tears and her’s too.

“I’ve wanted to do that for 6 fucking years now,” Zayn says while kissing her again.

“Me too,” Aura utters.

And that makes Zayn’s heart flutter. And he thinks that maybe it’s going to be like that forever.

Zayn looks at Aura and he wants to tell her so much but Zayn doesn’t talk much.

It’s not like Zayn doesn’t like talking or he thinks too much before saying anything.

No, I’ts just that

He’s simply

Shy.