31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 17-forgive me(part 3)

CHAPTER 17: FORGIVE ME (PART 3)
*** Holly’s POV ***
I quickly got up when I heard murmurs through the door. Emily and Carmello had finally come back from buying groceries and it didn’t sound like they were having a very friendly chat with Zayn. I sprinted to the couch and jumped, flying for a split second and landing hard, grabbing the remote control and turning on the T.V. just in time.
The door opened and Emily came in first with Carmello close behind, “Hey babe!” she said charmingly and unpacking the groceries in the kitchenette,
“Hey,” I sat up, “Why’d you take so long? Does it really take 5 hours to choose which cereal to buy?”
She laughed, “Sorry, we got caught up and unexpectedly started sight seeing. Everything is just so pretty here!” 
Carmello walked past Emily and smacked her ass, giggling. 
“Guys. Really? REALLY? Please, not in front of me.” I faked gagged and covered my eyes with the cushion that was underneath my head,
Someone had suddenly moved my legs to make room for themselves as they sat on the now empty spot and placing my legs comfortably onto their lap. When I pulled the cushion from the front of my face, it revealed Carmello smiling his big grin right at me.
“Oh hey there Carmello,” I said poking him with my big toe,
“Hey Holly,” he smiled,
His smile always reminded me of that cat from Alice in Wonderland; it was just so big and toothy. 
“Poor guy…” he sighed, 
“What?” I asked staring at him with a clueless expression,
“Zayn. I feel really bad for him, how long has he been out there?” he knew he was heading into dangerous territory, his face said it all, but his tone said otherwise,
“Carmello!” Emily scolded, “Whose side are you on?”
I stared at him trying to figure out where he was going with this, something made me want to listen to what he had to say, “4.” I let out, “He’s been here for 4 hours.”
I looked up at Emily and her face was beyond surprised that I was willing to continue on with this conversation, “Holly….”
Carmello daringly ignored Emily, “Do you miss him?” he asked,
I sat up and crossed my legs onto the couch, hugging the cushion tight, “Too much. I miss him too much.”
He nodded, “Did he cheat?” I shook my head, “Steal from you?”, I shook my head, “Kill one of your family members or loved one?” I rolled my eyes, “Of course not..”
“Well,” he lifted both his hands and slapped them on his lap, “If he didn’t do any of that, I don’t see why he doesn’t deserve a second chance.”
Carmello’s words were a bit of a slap on the face, it was like he was telling me it was wrong to be mad at Zayn for ditching me for a blonde bitch. But in some ways, he was right. Zayn didn’t cheat on me, he didn’t steal from me, or he didn’t, as stupid as it sounds, “kill one of my family members”. 
“Boys do stupid things. We never think before we act. We just act. And well, that obviously gets us in trouble. It’s just the way we function, we honestly can’t help it. We only realise what we did was wrong after we did it already. But if our mistakes prevent us from something or someone we love, we’ll fight for them until we get them back. If Zayn has been waiting there for more than 4 hours, I’m sure that he’s prepared to stay there for days.”
Strangely enough, what Carmello was saying made sense to me. It kind of made me understand the male brain a little better. Our conversation went on for another hour and a half, and I pretty much spilled every emotion and fear I had without even stopping to think. 
“So.. you okay?” he asked,
I nodded and smiled, “Thank you Carmello.” 
He rustled my hair and I stood up from the couch and made my way to the door.
*** Zayn’s POV ***
I stared at all the corny presents I got for Holly as I leaned against the wall on the floor. I was completely drained. I didn’t know how long I had been waiting out here for, but it felt like a life time. This was how it must’ve been for Holly. The only difference was, was that I knew exactly where she was and I knew she wasn’t off with some other guy. Looks like karma caught up to me. But I took it, I knew I deserved it. It killed me to know not only how she felt waiting for me, but that it was all my fault. I don’t blame her for not wanting to give me another chance. It was a complete dick move to do. I sighed and punched my fist on the ground, hitting the back of my head on the wall repeatedly. I squeezed my eyes together breathing out heavily, trying to release the hurt from my system avoiding all sounds or movements around me. In particular, the sound of the door opening.
“Zayn?” I heard a soft voice say,
My heart quickly skipped a beat and I opened my eyes without hesitation to only see those sweet eyes staring back at me that made everything inside me weaken and melt. “Holly!” I said, standing up and moving closer to her straight away,
She put her hand on my chest stopping me, and her touch set off my heart rate. She pulled a delicate smile, “Do you still have those Krispy Kremes?”
I let out a laugh, more than happy that she could still be herself around me despite what a dick I had been, “I do,” I looked down on the ground to where they were, “I made sure I didn’t eat any.” I smiled, “I know how angry you’d get,”
I saw a smile start to form on her lips but she quickly forced it to fade as soon as she realised. I stared at her not believing how real she was. Not believing how real all my feelings were for her. My phone alarm buzzed and interrupted my daze. I knew exactly what time it was. 
I grabbed her hands ignoring the space she probably wanted. I had to hurry, “This might sound a bit weird, but I need you to trust me. Come downstairs in 10 minutes, a car will be waiting for you. It will drive you to where we’ll meet. Okay?”
She frowned and crinkled her nose, “Are you retarded? It was hard enough for me to ask for some donuts and now you’re asking me to go meet you somewhere that I have no idea about?”
“Yes.” I caressed her hands with my fingers, “Just trust me.”
She looked around frantically clearly stuck in an argument with herself then finally let out a sigh, “Fine.” 
My heart practically jumped out of my chest and I quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek without letting her have a choice of whether she would accept it or not. I swiftly turned around and made my way to the elevator.
*** Holly’s POV *** 
I don’t think I’d ever understand this kid. But for some reason I liked him. A lot. I quickly walked into my room and chose the nearest outfit I could find and pulled on a coat that would probably be warm enough for the North Pole. I headed out of my room and yelled to Emily that I was going out, strangely enough, she didn’t even question it. 
I took the elevator and walked outside to find the car Zayn said would be waiting for me. The driver had stood outside the door holding to what look like a blindfold, instantly making me feel uncomfortable.
As I walked up to him, my face was splashed with awkwardness, “Umm..?”
“Mr. Malik insists you put this blindfold until you see him.” the driver said holding it out,
I was hesitant, very hesitant, but I sighed giving in and grabbed the blindfold, getting into the car. For some stupid reason, I trusted him. 
I wrapped the blindfold around my eyes and sat there for what seemed like a slightly short trip. I felt the cool breeze come into the car as my door opened beside me. A hand grabbed mine and I could instantly tell it was Zayn’s. He helped me get out of the car in what seemed like the most difficult task to do, but he eventually managed.
We began to walk as he held my left hand while his arm was wrapped around my body, not speaking it all. 
“Zayn?” I asked carefully,
He chuckled, “Yes, I’m here don’t worry.”
“I’m sorry, but what the hell are you doing?”
“Just shh,” he chuckled again,
We finally came to stop and he released his arm from around me as he grabbed my right hand and placed it in-between his fingers. The silence of the wind was kind of soothing, but the silence of him made me feel a little scared. 
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked, “You squealed over the donuts like they were your own child,”
I rolled my eyes. Too bad he couldn’t see it through the blindfold.
“And then we had tea, and I shared the most amazing conversation I had ever had with a stranger.”
He let go of my hands and placed them gently on my cheeks, “And then I took you to the London Eye where I kissed your sweet lips for the very first time,”
His hands were now slowly unravelling the knot of my blindfold, “It was the most incredible night of my life. Finally meeting someone that actually made me feel things. And I just wanted to turn back time and go back there, so I brought you here.”
The blindfold had dropped and revealed the London Eye shining brightly behind Zayn’s head and I could feel every thing inside of me weaken. Weaken was the only word that could have purely described what I was feeling. A single tear streamed down my cheek as I looked into Zayn’s eyes and he placed both his hands on the sides of my face, leaning in. I knew he was going to kiss me, and I knew I wanted to so desperately feel those lips against mine again, but part of me was scared. If I kissed him it would mean that he was off the hook, that everything he did was forgotten. But I let myself give in anyway. Our lips finally met and the spark that I felt as soon as we touched hit me like a punch in the face. A good punch. It had been way too long for me in being apart from him, and I knew right then and there, there was no way I was ever letting him out of my life again. 
The chimes of Big Ben went throughout the city and I could feel Zayn smile and slowly pull away from my face, “Happy birthday Holly,” he stood back a little having a better view of me, “I love you.”