The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter VIII

Nicole's P.O.V.

I poured our third set of drinks. You could tell I was getting a little buzz, but I wasn't the slightest bit drunk.

"So tell me.." I started. He gave me a look, encouraging me to continue. "Where are you from? I could probably guess with the accent." I said while pointing at him. He smirked at my silly actions.

"I'm from Bradford in the UK." He smiled. I threw my fist in the air while still sitting on the floor across from him.

"I knew it! Well the UK part." I cheered. We laughed together and looked at each other while smiling. He broke the gaze with a question.

"What about you?" He asked whilst taking a swig of his drink. I looked down at the glass that I was holding and swirled the champagne inside around. Can I trust him? Should I tell him the truth? Or make something up like I usually do? "Nicole?" Zayn knocked me out of my thoughts with a hand waving in my face. "Are you okay? If you don't want to answer the question you don't have to." He said. I smiled and shook my head.

"No it's okay." I finished what was let in my glass and set it on the table beside me. "Okay..." I began. "I'm from Wisconsin, in America." I explained with a nervous look. He was the first person to ever know the truth about me. He looked at me with an interested look.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded. "Where? I have a friend from Wisconsin!" He informed me. I smiled and answered his question.

"Just outside of Milwaukee." His excited face grew bigger.

"Oh wow! What town?" This guy just loves to ask questions!

"Wauwatosa." By now he was bouncing on his knees.

"Do you know a guy named George?" He asked.

"George..." I needed a last name.

"George Shelley." I gave him a blank stare. "He has dark brown hair. It's kinda straight, kinda curly." He described while moving his hand above his head. "When he smiles he has the most perfect cheek bones." I gave him a wierd look then burst into a fit of laughter. "What?" He giggled.

"The most perfect cheek bones?" I laughed.

"Yeah." He set down his drink next to my empty one. Then I shook my head while trying to control myself.

"He doesn't sound familiar.." I paused. "At all!" I began to laugh again, but stood up to go get more chanpagne. Zayn was laughing as well, but was eyeing me as I stood up. I reached for the champagne bottle, but it was abruptly snatched from my grasp. "Zayn!" I whined, desperately wanting some more.

"No! You have had enough for tonight!" He scolded me. I pouted my face and he just laughed and shook his head. "No!" I reached for the bottle that was in his hand, but he just moved his arm so I couldn't reach it. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull it closer, but he was too strong. I could see his muscles flexing when I pulled on his arm, which made me smile. I snapped out of my thoughts and let go of him.

"C'mon one more!" I pleaded whilst holding up my index finger. He let out a big sigh and walked up to me. I got excited because I thought he was going to give me more, but that didn't happen. When he stepped closer he bent over and I felt his arms wrap around my knees. I screamed as I was lifted off the ground and over Zayn's shoulder. "Zayn put me down!" I yelled, but I was ignored and he continued to walk with me over his shoulders. I couldn't help, but look at his bum, I mean it was right in my face since I was over his shoulder. I lifted my head and saw he was walking to the bedroom. "Why are we going in here?" I asked.

"Because it's late and we both need the rest after everything that has happened today."

"Oh. Wait are you sleeping in there too?" I asked.

"Yeah, where else would I sleep?" He answered like I was suppose to know. 'You could sleep on the couch' I mumbled to myself.

"What was that?" Zayn's voice peeped.

"Nothing!" I yelled from over his shoulder. He stopped walking and I was thrown onto the end of the bed. I landed on my back and my side began to hurt. I winced aloud and Zayn's eyes went wide.

"Oh my god are you okay? I'm so sorry!" He rushed in a worried tone. I nodded my head.

"It's okay I'm fine." I said holding my side.

"What's up with you being Ms. Tough Girl?" He asked while sliding into bed.

"I'm not!" I said while standing up on the bed and walking over to my spot, right next to Zayn.

"Okay whatever." He mumbled and turned onto his side.

As he did he shook the whole bed and I tripped over the blanket and fell right on top of Zayn. I screamed on the way down then winced again in pain from my side.

"Ow." I whispered to myself. I looked up and saw that I was face to face with Zayn. "Sorry." I whispered softly. He stayed silent and just shook his head. I stared into his eyes that were looking back at me. My eyes then drifted away from the eye contact and landed on his lips that were only inches from mine. I could hear his breathing begin to escalate and I could feel his breath hitting my lips, making my breathing hitch even more than it already was from the fall. We stayed that way for a good 20 seconds. I snapped out of it when I felt his hand graze my bandaged arm and his other hand graze my other arm. "Sorry." I said a little louder than I did earlier and scrambled over to my place in the bed. I got under the blanket and reached over to the bedside table to turn off the light. Once the light was out I could hear Zayn let out a sigh and I smiled. Thinking of his eyes made me smile even more. I turned toward him and he was still laying on his back, just staring at the ceiling. "Goodnight." I whispered to him, which looked like, it snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned his head to look at me.

"Goodnight." He smiled.

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