On This Roller Coaster That We Call Life-z.j.m [[discontinued]]

Chapter 33

Deeandra's POV

“Darling, what is it? What’s wrong?” Zayn’s arms were around my waist, pulling me close to him. I didn’t hesitate to go into them. As soon as my face cuddled into his neck, I involuntarily let it all out. I started crying; lightly sobbing while he held me even closer. The tears running down and staining the collar of his flannel shirt. I felt his hand run slowly up and down my back. It was extremely soothing. “Shh, shh, shh. It’s alright, I’m right here.” I wanted to calm down...I couldn’t.

After Zayn had relaxed me enough, I explained to him what happened. My mother had called…I hadn’t talked to my mom in over a year. She asked me how I was and what I was up too and we just…talked. I didn’t tell her I was in London, England. That I was practically living here. I didn’t tell her I was friends with One Direction. That I was dating and living with Zayn Malik. I didn’t bother. I didn’t wanna. I just wanted to talk to her. No arguments, no anger or sadness. I had been living with Katy for about 7 months. My mom kicked me out after we’d gotten into a really bad argument and I let it slip that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. She went ballistic and told me to leave. So I did. I lived with Leo, the guy I lost my virginity to and my boyfriend at the time, for 4 months. Then we broke up. So I ended up living with Katy. I never really talked to Katy or Brooklyn or…anyone about how I really felt. I plan on keeping my feelings to myself.

“You didn’t deserve that. You know that, right?” Zayn asked quietly. I nodded my head slowly, wiping the last droplets of tears away. He rubbed small circles into my back as I relaxed, leaning forward on the railing of the balcony. “Are you alright now, my doll?” He asked, wrapping an arm around my waist. I smiled lightly and nodded, leaning away from the rail and into his torso. “Hey! I know what’ll help. Let’s go shopping!” He screeched excitedly. I smiled and laughed at how joyous he seemed. “No hon, you’ve spent more than enough money on me.” I heard Zayn gasp dramatically and pull me completely into his arms so that I was facing him. “I could spend every last penny on you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” He kissed the tip of my nose, ‘causing me to blush like crazy. “Now get your purse, we’re going shopping.” He said as we walked back into my room.

My arms hurt and felt heavy from all the bags I was carrying. They were filled with clothes, perfumes, lotions and all kinds of girly things. I would say Zayn felt the same knowing he had more bags than I. But those muscles of his… I smiled and kissed his arm gently. He looked down at me and smiled, placing a kiss on my head. We got stares from so many people, it was crazy. I wasn’t used to so much attention. Zayn must’ve noticed my awkwardness walking through the wave of stares, as he put all the bags in one hand and threw his now free arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. I smiled and walked with him. Now in complete confidence. I saw the phones and the camera’s being pulled out for pictures of Zayn and I walking together. But I just held my head high with Zayn’s arm around me. We were almost to his car when 2 girls stopped us. They both looked about my age. Dressed a little too floozy if you ask me. “Is this your new girlfriend, Zayn?” One of them asked. He smiled and pulled me closer. “She is.” They both smiled at me. “She’s pretty!” The other one squealed. I smiled and blushed with a very small “thank you.” One of them pulled out a camera. “Can I take a picture of you 2? It’ll be for my Tumblr!”  I looked up at Zayn for approval. I used to be in love with Tumblr. I understand the importance of you being the first one to post a new picture of Zayn Malik and his new girlfriend. He nodded at them and pulled me in closer. I wrapped my arm around his torso and smiled, posing for the picture. She snapped 2 photos of us and showed them. Wow. We looked like an actual couple. I know we really were a couple but I mean, we looked great together. I smiled at the pictures before she asked me to take a picture of her and her friend with Zayn. I gladly took her expensive looking camera and snapped a photo of the 3. The girls then waved goodbye and walked off.

Zayn was holding my hand as he was driving home. Kissing it now and then. Every time we were at a stop sign or a red light, he would look over at me and play with my hair or lean over and kiss me or my cheek. I felt so special. So important to him. I blushed and smiled so much when I was around him. I get butterflies when he looks directly into my eyes. Which he does all the time. I really can’t imagine my life without Zayn anymore. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks. And have been dating for even less. But I really can’t believe how strongly I feel for him. It’s so strange. I…love him? No, it’s way too soon for that. Way too soon. Right…?

It was about 8:00 by the time we got home. We were both tired from the shopping and whatnot so we went straight to his room, getting ready for a night of relaxation. Niall, Harry, Brooklyn and Katy moved all my stuff into his room while we were shopping. ‘Don’t put your shit back where it was or I swear, I’ll throw it out the window.’ Was a text I got from Katy about it. I was rifling through my luggage of clothes for some fresh pj’s to wear when Zayn’s gorgeous voice spoke up. “Darling. Feel free to store your clothes into one of the many drawers I have.” I turned to him to see if he was serious. He was on the other side of his bed, removing his shirt. I had to stare. How could a guy’s body be that good, wow… “Go ahead and touch, babe. I don’t bite.” He said, laughing cheekily. I immediately realized what I was doing and felt my cheeks grow insanely warm. “Uhh…yeah. I’ll put some clothes in wherever. But where?” I asked trying to get his attention away from my cheeks. “Uhhh....” He looked around his room for a spot. Still shirtless. “Here!” He walked over to a small desk by his huge television and pulled open a small drawer. I looked in it. Wow for a small desk that was a big drawer.  I thanked him with a kiss on his cheek and started unpacking some clothes into the drawer. I can’t believe he was giving me my own drawer! That seems like a new level for us.

After I was finished unpacking my clothes, showering and putting on my pj’s, it’s was 12:00 am. Zayn and I were on his couch, watching TV when a very dressed up Brooklyn and Harry came strolling down the stairs. “Whoa, oh. What’s going on?” Zayn asked, gawking over at both of them. They both looked incredibly sexy. Harry was wearing dark slacks with a white button up shirt and a black blazer with nice, polished dressy shoes. His hair swept to the side as usual, just a little more tamed. Brooklyn was wearing a bright pink sequined dress that went above her knees with matching pink pumps. Her hair was lightly curled with her bangs swept to the same side as Harry’s. Her face was made up perfectly. They both looked amazing! “I’m taking beautiful over here to a club. You lads wanna join?” Harry asked as he snaked his arm around Brooklyn’s waist. I looked over at Zayn to read his face. I really hoped he didn’t wanna go. I just wanted to relax with him tonight after this long eventful day. But if he wants to go, I’ll put up with the drunks, the terrible music and the random grinding from strangers for him. Zayn didn’t look away from Harry’s face as he shook his head no. Oh thank God. “Nah, it’s alright. Dee and I’ll stay in tonight. Relax, ya know.” He rubbed my shoulder with his thumb gently and looked down at me. He kissed my forehead with a smile. I blushed and leaned in for a kiss. Just as our lips connected…”Bye guys, love you!!” Brooklyn screamed into our ears, ‘causing us to break apart. She giggled and walked out the door with Harry. Oh I’ll get her back for that.

Relaxing and watching TV with Zayn Malik was just the best. He’s actually a very cuddly type of guy. He’s no ‘Bradford Bad Boy’ to me. He was playing with my hair with his arm around me while I was leaned into his body, snuggling up to his chest. He smelled like Heaven. This precious time got me thinking. Negative thoughts unfortunately. How long are we all supposed to stay here? In Zayn’s house in London, England with my 2 best friends and his 2 best friends? What’s supposed to happen? We can’t all just live here… can we? “Dee?” Zayn’s melodic voice interrupted my thoughts. “Hmm?” I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “How long are you going to be staying with me?” His eyes burned into mine with so much intensity. How could both us be thinking the same thing at the same time? Weird. I kept looking into his eyes and stayed quiet. I wanted to answer him. I just didn’t know how too. I thought of the most obvious thing to answer with, finally. “As long as I can.”