"Hello."
I froze. I FROZE. I looked down and realised that my hand was still firmly around his arm. I couldn't bring myself to let go.
I hated to admit it but he distracted me from my migraines. Until it had clawed its way back. My grip on his hand tightens. My eyes shut.
Dear lord.
If you're listening, please help me. My migraines. And this random boy that makes my heart feel like it's on fire.
Amen.
I breathed. Deep. He was still staring at me. Intensely.
My grip loosened and I quickly looked away to the window view.
"You know I would've let you grip my arms if you'd just greeted me, because in ancient times, I'd swear it was rude to ignore someone when they greet you" He chuckled slightly. My head was still slightly pounding but it took me minutes before I could say anything.
I turned around. "Hi." I mumbled, awkward.
"Hello." He said, with the same crisp deep accent. It was kind of hot.
I wondered how he'd appeared here because as I remembered a second ago he'd just been opposite my seat. Maybe I had a brain loss.
Or maybe I'd just been asleep. I guess I'd never know.
A wave of embarrassment filled me. Oh shit. I hadn't apologized for gripping his arm like I was going to die for about 9 minutes. I mean, I'd barely even talked.
I closed my eyes then opened it to let our gazes lock. Damn. Dark grey eyes.
My heart skipped a goddamn beat. It was so gorgeous.
I thought I was dreaming.
I looked away.
"Uh- I..." I bit my lip. "I'm sorry for gripping your arm. I just.. um.." I look back at him. My social skills sucked. I mean, with strangers and everything. "I didn't mean to- Im sorry if it seemed like I was molesting you-" Why did I just say that? WHY DID I?.
"I am so sorry."
He was gonna kill me. He was gonna call the cops. No. Im gonna be arrested for molesting. Oh god.. I was definitely overreacting. But who's to worry except me?
He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow. What? What was so funny?.
"Molesting me? No, sweetheart. Never. I would know if someone molested me. You? No. It's alright." He laughed. And then he gave that stupid smile. Blood rushed to my cheeks.
I nodded. He'd surprisingly took this a different way than I'd expected. I shifted my gaze to the book that was on his lap. It was clearer in sight then.
Grief is the greatest menace
I think I'd stared at it too intensely.
He lifted the book up. He stared at me for exactly 7 seconds.
"You read it before?" He asks with his hot ass voice that took my breath away. Ugh. I shook my head.
Lies
'Hood over your head keep your eyes down.' Don't overspeak. Don't embarrass yourself.
"Oh." He paused. "It's a good book though. One of my favorites, honestly." The end of his lips formed a curve. My heart flipped. "Do you want me to tell you about it?" He asked warmly. Another nod.
He spent about 10mins explaining the whole plot of the book. And little did he know, I'd already read it about 13 times before. He paused at the part he stopped at in the book. The part where the characters were fighting. I'd already knew what happened. I wondered if he cried at the part where the main character's mother passed. Because I did. All 13 times.
He stopped and looked at me. "I apologize if I'm spoiling the book. But that's all I know for now." He smiled a little. I looked at him and gave an awkward smile back.
"You really don't talk much, do you?" He let out a small chuckle.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize."
"Sorry."
He grinned widely. I bit my lip. "What is your name, sweetheart?". I felt my cheeks redden at what his words. Maybe if I told him my name he'd stop.
"Cameron." But you can call me Cam.
He smiled. "That's cool. I'm Zayn. You can call me Z."
I nod. Zayn. He had a nice name, a nice face, a nice voice, a nice personality, he had manners, everything. He was the definition of perfect.
I wouldn't stand a chance.
Not that I wanted to.
But I knew I wouldn't.
My head turns back to face the window. The train moved slowly. The sound of the wheels colliding with the tracks ranged. I loved the sound of it.
'Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place.'
The view was picturesque. Everything looked like a book that was made into a movie.
I leaned my head against the window frame.
"Cammie!" Mom calls. "Come here!". I dash towards my mom who was beside my dad and my sister. She holds the phone out, ready for a picture.
Smiles. Happiness. Joy. And me holding an autumn leaf.
All in one frame.
"Mommy, can I see the picture?" I ask excitedly as I tapped her vigorously.
"Not right now. Maybe later."
The later, never came. I run back to where I came from, back to the tree that was surrounded by dead leaves.
I crouched to pick them up.
My arm itches. I scratch it.
'Memories feel like weapons.'
A sudden jerk brought me back to reality. I realized that I'd fallen asleep. And that my head was on a broad shoulder. I lift my head up slowly.
"Had a good sleep, sweetheart?" The voice beside me says, smirking.
I frozed. I didn't know what to say.
"I am so sorry." I apologized. Our gazes locked. A smile flashed across his face. Blood rushed into my cheeks so scarlet it was maroon. It's those smiles that make every bad thing in your past 19 years of life disappear.
Like you've found the light at the end of your tunnel.
I had to go through another 6hours of hopefully not more motion sickness and this long ass train ride.
It would be worth it, though.
Germany had been fun. But I'd missed Switzerland. I had missed home. I sighed, but if I'd been home, I would have just increased everyone's blood pressure. I snorted to myself. I'm the death of everyone.
Lorenzo looked up from his book and stared at me, raising an eyebrow. I gave him a side glance back.
"What?" He asked.
I continued staring at him, confused.
"What's funny?". Oh.
I shook my head. "Nothing.". He stared at me weirdly, unconvinced. Then finally turned his gaze back to his book. Suddenly, a question popped up in my head. I tapped his covered shoulder gently, scared that if I'd touch him too much, he'd hate me. He turned his head.
"Why are you sitting here?"
He pauses for a bit then replied. He pointed to the old couple on the opposite side. "They couldn't find a seat that sat together. They were deciding to sit on different seats, but I wouldn't let them. They're a couple. Couples stay together.".
I blinked for a bit.
Not all. Not all couples stay together.
I nodded then looked away.
