Here's the 3rd chap we've all been waiting for! I hope you enjoy, and I'll (hopefully) update soon!
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As I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, I sat in the bathroom for a good 40 minutes, when finally I heard a knock on the door. 'Why didn't they come 40 minutes ago when Zayn stormed off?' I thought.
"Who is it?" I said, wiping the tear stains off, prepared for the worst.
"Zayn." The voice said back.'Should I let him in?'
'No. He hurt you, kissed you, then ran away.'
''But he kissed you. Doesn't that mean something?'
'No. it doesn't. He just wants to mess with your feelings again.'
"Rylee? You okay?" Zayn asked, pulling me out of my puzzled mind.
"Uh, yeah, I-I'm fine. Come in." I stuttered.
Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing a pair of puffy, red, eyes, chapped lips, and messed up hair.
"What's wrong, Zayn?" I asked looking him up and down, realizing he has something behind his back, but I say nothing.
"-Nothing, don't worry about me. I just got y-you these." He said, slightly smiling, pulling out roses from behind his back.
My jaw was almost touching the floor, while I asked, "Why'd you get me these? I mean, It's not like I don't want them, I love them don't get me wrong, but I thought you hated me." I finished looking up at him.
He then slid down the wall next to me, and mimiced my position.
"I did. But, I realized how much pain I was putting you through, and how helpless you really were, and I decided..I really want to get to know you, Rylee." He said, pouring out his emotions.
"Yeah, I-I'd like that." I replied, our faces inching closer, and closer, until our lips molded together once again. This kiss wasn't like our last moment together. It was sweet, instead of rough, it was slow, instead of hungry. And honestly, I loved it.
We slowly broke apart, our foreheads still pressed together, us panting slightly.
"I'm so sorry." Zayn whispered, eyes glossy.
"It's okay. I'm okay, now that I'm with you." I said pecking his soft lips once again, as he pulled me onto his lap. I softly laid my head on his shoulder listening to hime humming, Everything About You, until I heard the door open.
"What do you think you're doing, Zayn?" Niall said, fire in his eyes, when he saw me on his lap.
"uhh, um," He stuttered, sliding me off his lap, "I don't know."
"C'mon, Jess." Niall growled, mumbling to himself.
I jusmped up, helping Zayn up as well, remembering my roses also.
"Who got you those?" Niall questioned through gritted teeth, while we left the room, Zayn close behind.
"Zayn. He wanted to apologize, so he got me flowers. Isn't that sweet?" I said, smiling at Niall. I knew if I smiled at him, he would have to loosen up.
"Well, I guess thats not to bad.." He said, having an arguement in his head.
"Yeah." i sighed, as Zayn swung his arm around my shoulder. I was afraid of what Niall would think, but he just smiled.I think he was warming up to the idea that me and Zayn are friends. Or dating...or ..what are we anyways?
I stopped walking and turned to face Zayn.
"What are we?" I asked looking at him.
"What do you mean?" He questioned confused.
"Like are we friends, or are we dating, or?"
"Friends, I believe." He said with little to no doubt.
"Oh." I said a little dissapointed. "That's fine."
We continued walking behind Niall as I thought,
'Will we ever be more than friends?'
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I wrote this chapter at 4 in the morning too. yaya.
ive been busy through out the day, so, i just stay up to write all this, and its actually not that bad,
other than dying of sleep during the day, y'know??
(See what shes wearing in the external link,
Rylees picture of her hair on the side,
Fall For You- on the side also.
Enjoy all of them, I guess idek.)
ok, so i hope you enjoyed this, and i love you. ok. i love you.
Bye xx :3
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