Remember Me (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 7

*EMMAS POV*

He was perfect. He was more then perfect. I trusted him. I knew her wasn't using me. I knew he would never hurt me. I was wanted. I was needed by someone. I was scared to fall in love, I will admit it. I was scared that he would turn out to be like all those other guys, or worse...my parents. I still had not told Zayn about my childhood. I probably should, because I trusted him.

Zayn was coming over today to hang out. I promised myself to tell him then. I needed to get it off my chest. He needed to know.

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I hear a knock on the door and I quickly hop off my bed and rush over to answer the door. I open it to see a dark haired guy standing there. "Hi," I say sweetly, innocently.

"Hello beautiful." he says before kissing me softly on the lips.

I let him in and we go to lay on my bed like we always did when he was here. I laid in his arms and took a deep breath before I started to talk. "Zayn, I trust you more then I trust anyone else ." I turned over to face him, resting my arms on his chest. "I want you to know everything there is to know about me."

He looks at me confused, "Okay, tell me." he says.

"Well, my childhood was awful." I start. "Basically I was my parents punching bag." I sigh, "You see, my parents are alcoholics. They got drunk every night basically and they were mean when they were drunk....well they were mean even when they weren't drunk. I ran away when I was 16. I had been saving my money since I was 7 so I bought a plane ticket to New York to live with my aunt. My aunt died six months ago and since then i've been traveling the world modeling instead of staying in New York with her." I pause. "She was my protector when no one else was. I know my parents are out there looking for me. I know they are." I pause again. "And to be honest, I'm scared."

 He pulls me up closer to him wrapping his arms around me. He kisses my head several times and just holds me. He doesn't say anything and honestly, I didn't want him to. I just wanted him to listen. He was good at listening. I'm so happy to have gotten this off my chest.

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*ZAYNS POV* 

I go down to Emma's hotel room to get her. The boys and I were taking Emma and Carley out to a private beach we knew. I notice that the door is propped open so I walk in and see her packing things into a bag. I sneak up behind her and cover her eyes with my hands, "Guess who?"

She giggles, "Ummmm Zayn?"

She turns around to see me, "Your good." I tell her.

She leans up to kiss me. Our lips connect for a minute and I pull away and help her up to her feet. "You ready?" I ask.

She stands there for a second while I pick up her bag. She just looks at me with a blank expression. 

"Whats wrong?" I ask her. 

"Zayn, what are we?" she asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask throwing her bag over my shoulder even though I know exactly what she means. 

"Do you consider me your girlfriend?" she pauses. "Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" her voice gets quiet.

I walk up to her and look at her and place my hands on either side of her face and pull her up to connect our lips together.

"Does that answer your question?" I ask.

She giggles, "No."

"Your my girlfriend, whether you like it or not." I tell her.

She smiles and pecks my lips one more time before saying, "Okay, I am ready now."