Mr. Loverboy

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"People often forget that nothing can make you stop loving a person. Nothing. Come hell and high water, you will always love them."

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Chapter 11
July 25, 2015
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Her heart raced as he held her hand, while he drove.

And it wasn't because of his driving, because his driving was phenomenal. But it was simply because of the fact that he had finally said that she was his.

Possessive was not the way to describe it, because possessive was not what he was.

He was protective, and he was very honest and straightforward.

Being the reason that she didn't mind being his.

The age difference didn't seem to bother either of them.

Because love comes in all shapes and sizes. Young or old. Black and white.

And you don't plan to fall in love with the person, no, you don't force yourself to.

It just happens.

And in their case, it had happened.

"Your hands are made for me" he said, not taking his eyes off of the road.

"What do you mean?"

"They fit, just like a puzzle piece." he brought her hand to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss to it.

She smiled. "So if I'm yours, that makes you mine, yes or no?"

He smiled. "I'm all yours. And to be quite honest, I have been yours, in my mind, for about 2 months now."

He parked the car in front of a fancy restaurant, that was lit up in white and red lights.

"When I saw you, I fell in love. And you smiled, because you knew." he quoted Shakespeare.

She felt herself blushing, and gently squeezed his hand.

"Actually, the first time I looked at you, the sun was right in my eyes, so I was squinting which made it look like I was smiling." she laughed.

"Oh, gee, thanks love." he said sarcastically, but with a sense of humor.

He kissed her again, then got out of the car, and walked to her side, opening the door, and helping her out.

"Shall we?" he held out his arm to her.

Their arms now linked together, they walked into the massive restaurant.

It was exquisite. Ladies with fancy dresses, and gentlemen with suits and ties everywhere.

She felt people staring, but she didn't care. She loved having other people to know that she was with Zayn.

"They're all staring because  jealous, baby. Look at them." Zayn whispered to her.

She giggled, and held tighter to him as they walked through the place.

She saw many familiar faces, teachers and professors alike.

Who all seemed surprised to see her attendance, with a man so much older than herself.

She caught the gaze of the principal, who smiled at her, and waved her and Zayn over.

"Zayn, what a pleasure to see you. And who might you be?" he asked her.

"I'm Ella May. But you can just call me Ella." she said, looking the bald headed man in the eye.

He took her hand, and placed a gentlemanly kiss to it.

"She's my girlfriend" Zayn boasted, giving Ella a wink.

The principals features were soft, as he smiled at the two. "How lovely! Zayn, it's so nice to see that you're settling down with a decent girl. God knows that the ones in the past haven't been so wonderful." The principal proceeded to turn, and walk away abruptly.

She knew what he was talking about, she wasn't stupid.

Zayn had obviously been with other girls.

And that was okay.