What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 12

Emma

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Two Weeks Later 

I hadn't heard from Zayn for almost two weeks. I felt so hurt. I thought that we had something special, but he just stopped all contact with me all of a sudden. I had tried to text him, and see what was wrong but he never answered. I sit behind the cash register at Nando's. Today was a slow day at work. It was raining, and there were only a few people here to eat.

The door dings, that someone had come through the door. Niall Horan walks up to the counter. "Hey. I have a to go order to pick up. For Niall." he says. I smile at him. I go and grab his bag of food. "That will be twelve thirty three." I tell him. He eyes me. I see him looking at me, trying to figure out if he knows me. "Is your name Emma?" he asks. I nod. He hands me his money, and I give him his change and receipt. "Can I ask you something?!" I blurt out suddenly. "Yeah..." he says. "Did Zayn die?! Or like what the heck! Ugh never mind! I'm sorry. Have a nice day!" I say, regretting my words. I hand him his bag, and stare down at the counter. "He still cares about you. It's our manager. When Zayn came to a meeting with a black eye, he freaked out. But Zayn is being forced to not talk to you. Just give him some time to figure things out." he whispers to me, and then turns to walk out the door.

I stand the speechless. I didn't know what to do. So he did like me. But he wasn't aloud to? I am so confused! I just want answers! I start to run out the door, but remember I'm on the clock. "Rebecca! I'm taking my break!" I yell to the girl I was working with today. I grab my purse, and run into the rain. I start walking. I didn't have my car with me so I just kept walking, not caring. I was getting soaked.

I start to run, and the rain starts to pour down on me harder. I am running as fast as I can. I make it to Zayn's apartment building, and slosh my way to the elevator. My adrenaline level had to be sky high right now. I stomp out of the elevator and pound on his door. He answers, and just stares at me. I was soaking wet and breathing hard from running. "What the heck Zayn?!" I demand at him. He pulls me into his door and shuts it behind him. He starts to kiss me, but I push him away. "Two weeks?!" I yell. "I'm sorry! I don't know what to do! I got rules to not see you! And I didn't know how to tell you without hurting you." he tells me. "So ignoring me, and leaving me to think about what I did wrong for two weeks, isn't hurting me?!" I say. I feel myself start to tear up. "I can't do it Zayn!" I say. "I can't be hurt. Not again. Every guy I try to have a good relationship with just screws me over!" I really start crying, but I don't care. Zayn wipes my tears away, from my already wet face. "I don't want to hurt you! That's the last thing that I would ever want to do Emma!" he tells me. "I tried to fight Paul, and tell him he couldn't control me. But I'm weak! I caved into his... I don't know power?! And I don't really care anymore." I look up into his eyes. "I want to be with you." he says, his voice going back to normal. "I want to be with you too." I say.

He pulls me close, and even though I'm wet, he presses his body to mine. He lifts me off my feet, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He kisses me passionately. It was like we would never see each other again. It felt like a dream. He never broke out connection, but he pulls away from my lips for a second. "I have never felt this way about anyone. I just want you to know that." he tells me. I lean my head on him. "Don't ever let me go." I say to him.

I didn't care about Paul, or anybody else in the world right now. I just wanted to be with Zayn, and to be happy.