Rest In Peace (Doublesided sequel)

Chapter Seventeen- Zayn

(You guys know how the short chapters go...)

During the class, many questions arose from Zayn’s  students, such as, “why is their paint on you face.” I blushed several times as Zayn would look at me and giggle. Perrie, on the other hand sat along in the corner of the room, personally, I thought she belonged there. We made our way home to chase each other down, wrestling and snogging about, like the art class never even happened. I kissed him deeply, he always had a way for me to get lost in his lips, and was happy for the first time. He’d replaced the seventeen years of sorrow that I’d endured with six months of him; witch was enough to repair all that was broken. He was there when everything came crashing down, and he was there to lift me up; he was everything to me. 

"Niall, Niall, Niall, would you ever find it in your heart to forgiven my last text message. I could never find it in my heart to kill my own son, I love you. That being said, that little faggot boyfriend of yours does interest me…

I’ll see you at graduation Nialler”

Zayn stripped me of my shirt, leaving me bare chested on his bed as he peered down at me. "I'll never get enough of this," I grinned, "enough of what." He took off his shirt and leaned in to kiss me passionately, "just, you, in general." I smirked into the kiss, "I just really, really, really fucking love you, Niall," he explained. The butterflies started fluttering around my stomach as we reconnected our lips. "You're the best thing thats ever happened to me, Zayn," I ensured as he helped me take off my pants. "And you're the best thing that's happened to me, beautiful," he licked up my neck and left a single mark, claiming me as his, which is everything that I wanted to be. I breathed out heavily and clung to him, almost desperately, "I want this forever."