Chapter Eight

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by xAndiAHx

by xAndiAHx

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Chapter 8:

"Sicily! Get your lazy butt out of bed!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs, "We have guests coming over. Go make yourself look presentable!” she said with a certain sass in her tone.

"Guests?!" I said tumbling out of bed, flatting the clothing pile underneath my weight. “Who could that be?!” Maybe my parents aren’t as antisocial as I thought.

I rushed to grab my new black maxi dress, large white sweater and gold chain necklace, then proceeded to set it down with such care, as if I was setting down a newborn child and headed to my bathroom to put on my makeup. Right as I finished putting on my last coat of mascara I heard the loud chiming of the doorbell, my feet shuffled over the carpet to the window overhead. I could see two insanely tall men, praying they couldn’t see me. Then sprinting to put on my clothes and head down stairs.

I’ve always had a strange fear of being home while strangers were here. It all started when Marcus pranked me in front of a group of his friends. That was the worst day of my life. I hastily made up an excuse to go to the coffee shop for breakfast, in attempt of getting out of the house while the men were here. My feet pattered down the stairs to meet my parents greeting the guest. His chocolate brown eyes met mine, “You must be Sicily.” I nodded looking at my feet. “Nice to meet you I'm Mr. Malik” he said while extending his hand in return for mine. “Nice too meet you too, sir” I whispered shyly as a cold cheek pressed against mine. I still wasn’t used to the European culture of kissing cheeks, so it caught me by surprise. He turned back to my parents and said “my son should be here momentarily he went back to the car to grab his phone."

"Son?" I thought to myself. Who brings their son to meet someone else’s parents? I looked over to my parents and caught my mother’s gaze while the excuse I made earlier slipped out of my mouth. “Then could you tell him hi for me and I'm sorry I missed him." My parents shot me a confused look as I mouthed back to them “coffee shop" clearing up what I had just said.

I swiftly walked over to the kitchen, grabbing my keys and dashing to the door. Fumbling with the keys more that I should have, I finally was able to prop the door open. “Bye mom! Bye dad! Nice to meet you Mr. Malik!" I shouted while closing the remaining portion of the open door. I barely took a step out of the flat before I crashed into what felt like a wall. Cautiously I raised my head to meet the strangers beautiful brown eyes.

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** Sicily's POV**

I stood there frozen. Not knowing what to do. Millions of thoughts ran through my mind. “It can't be him. Please. Anyone but him." His eyes scanned over every inch of my body, steadily resting on my face.

"S-Sicily?" He stuttered as I lowered my head to face the solid concrete, tucking the rebellious strands of hair behind my ear.

“Hi Zayn." I replied quickly cowering away from his tall stature as I desperately tried to increase the space between us. “Your father is waiting for you inside." I said shyly. “Now is he really?" He said cupping my chin and lifting my head up to his. I could feel the warmth tingling across my face.

"It's best for you to head inside."

“Oh really now? Will you be joining us?”

“No. I’m going out for a walk.”

"Are you going anywhere unparticular?”

"I just need some fresh air...”

"So it wouldn’t matter if I tagged along?”

“Actually it would matter. I’d rather go alone.” I said sternly as I walked straight at him, forcing him to step aside.

** Zayn's POV **

I observed her every step, her every hair flip, her every breath, wishing I could do something for her, but it was obvious she wanted nothing. But I was intrigued by her, how she had so much pride within herself. She is so goddamn gorgeous, she has no flaws. How could I ever stop daydreaming about her? I soon realized this was impossible and resorted to going inside to assist my father.

I cautiously knocked on the door waiting for an answer. Suddenly I spotted women. She looked exactly like Sicily but more mature and aged. Her dark brown hair made her soothing eyes pop with a welcoming stare. “Hello there, you must be Zayn. Please come on." She said in a loving tone.

I walked through their front door, as my eyes wandered around the home. It was beautiful, with crown moldings and leather furniture.

There I saw our fathers casually talking but with a business manner. I sat down across my father, listening in and out on their conversations, all that stuck in my mind was; direct, movie, around the world. I honestly could care less what was going on, so I pulled out my phone and texted Luke.

“You won't believe what I've done.” I typed clicking send quickly.

I laid my phone down and leaned back causally into the seat. After impatiently waiting for a reply I picked up once again on our fathers conversation with the words; movie, Ireland, and it’s a deal. With hearing those last words I noticed them stand up, and shake hands. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Suddenly my phone made a loud buzzing noise on the glass table from Luke’s response. With one single word of “What?”