Provide my love (Zendaya/You)

~Chapter Twenty Two~

⬆️⬆️⬆️ she's so insanely beautiful it's not even funny 😩😩😩 but, anyways enjoy this short chapter, you freaky fucks 😜

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Zendaya's POV
February 14, 2021

Ugh! Valentines Day, the one holiday I dread every year because I am always single. The worse part is that all the 'I love yous' over the course of our relationship probably meant nothing to them. But this year though I'm taking over the driver seat and showing those jerks that I'm worthy and deserve happiness too.

Noon's loud barking made me get out of thoughts. Then I heard the doorbell ringing which I figured out was the reason Noon started acting crazy. I got up from the mocha leather couch, and  walked towards the noise. As I opened the medium sized door, I thought it was Tom or one of my other friends there to see me. To my surprise, it was my mother dressed in a blue cardigan matching with some light blue jeans. Once the older women stepped inside the house, a nice, warm hug greeting me as I shut the door closed.

"How's my babygirl?" She spoke motherly, smiling at me once she released her mama bear hug.

I slumped my shoulder, replying, "I've been doing better since you know who," She nods in understanding.

"That’s good to hear, Zen," Her voice laced with joy, I could only nod at her words.

I went to the living room to sit back down on the couch, my mom following close behind me. Once we sat down, it was silent minus the TV that played in the background. I began fidgeting my fingers, then I heard my mother's voice ring in my ears.

"Zendaya, you do know you can talk to me, right?" She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes.

"Mom, where did that come from? I'm fine," I say, continuing to play with my fingers. She hums in disapproval and scoots closer to me, her left hand grabbing mine and says,

"I know when something wrongs with one of my children. So if have something on your mind, tell me?"

I looked at her as she finished talking to me. Was I ready to tell her my feelings?

I don't know if I'm ready. These feelings were still kind of new. Ugh!

My thoughts were frustrating me and my mother looked at me worryingly. She began to tell me to take in deep breaths, exhaling through my nose. I felt a little better, giving her a slight smile. Also I tried to figure out how to tell her about these feelings.

"Mommy, I need your help?" I mumbled just above a whisper.

Her warm hands caressed mine followed by her sweet voice that makes me feel like a little kid again.

"I'm here, babygirl. What's the problem?" She asks making me take a deep breath before belting out my thoughts to the woman.

"How do I suppress feelings, like I don't want to get rid of them, just slow them down?" I told her, as my eyes roamed everywhere but hers as she begins to speak.

"Baby, you just have to face them head on. And if the other person feels the same way, talk with them not runaway."

I look at her like she'd grown two heads, her eyes boared into my dark brown ones. She then pulled out her phone but I couldn't see what she was doing until a bright light shined in my face. Blinking rapidly for a second, I adjusted my eye and saw she opened her camera app and telling me to look at myself. Then, she took it away from my face, her hands coming up to my face and said,

"You're perfect. Smart. Beautiful. Confident. All of those combined made the woman you are today. But, those feelings come from the heart and if your heart tells you that then let fate guide you." She finished her speech, leaving me to think about what she said. I need to talk with him as soon as possible.