Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 14~ Our Bond

As I got dressed and walked to the empty park, I sat on a cold wooden bench as I waited for him to arrive.  I knew he wasn't a morning person, so I braced myself to wait a while.

It felt good to let the breeze run through my hair.  It felt good to get out of the house.

Then I saw him walking toward me as our eyes met. He sat beside me on the bench.  "Hey." He barely said.  

I gave hima a small smile.  "Hi." 

Wesat there in complete awkward scilence for what felt like ages.  Everytime it looked like he was gonna say something, he immedietly closed his mouth.  

 " Look, all I wanna say is, let's just forget all of this shit.  All that matters is that we still have feelings for eachother, right?" 

He slowly nodded.  "So this is all forgiven.  Me being a complete asshole.  You're not mad?" 

My eyes widened.  "Oh, I'm mad.  Just not enough to stay angry with you. You're all I have t this point.  And I can't let some stupid fight keep me away from you."

He chuckled.  I felt him grab my hand and intertwine our fingers.  Those Hazel eyes pierced mine for a while until I could feel them burning.  "I really wanna kiss you right now." He blurted.  

"So do it.  Show how sorry you are."  I teased. 

He gripped my cheeks ad pulled me in for a demanding kiss.  I guess this was what a build up of a week without me was.  

*

Zayn and I spent the whole day together.  He took me out to breakfast, he drove me around the city, then brought me back to the apartment.

As he opened the door, I dropped my mouth to a tornado of shit all over the place. 

"Oh. My. Lord." I murmered. 

He laughed as he walked in.  "Hey, cleaning is not my strong suit."  

I looked at him. "I can see that.  Good thing mine is." I said laughing.  I knew Zayn missed me, but damn, I didn't know he was lost without me.

I cleaned Zayn's apartment from top to bottom.  I vacuumed, swept, polished, and put out garbage.  I washed the filthy dishes, cleaned the rusty microwave, and put away food. 

As I finished, I made my way to Zayn's room.  As I lied on the bed,  I seen Zayn smirk at me.

"What?" I asked.

He laughed. "You're a hot nurse, and a hot maid?  I think it's too good to be true."  He replied.  Then he made a face.  "You're right, it is too good to be true, I forgot you couldn't cook!" 

I laughed. "Whatever. I just hate being in a dirty house." I claimed proudly.

He grabbed my hand.  "Ever since you've been gone, I couldn't take it being in here alone.  I wanted you here, complaining about my mess, and burning down pancakes, and seeing me naked."

I smiled back at him, gripping his hand back.  "Well I'm here now." I said.

He stood up.  "I know, but I want you here all the time.  I wanna wake up next to you every day.  Not just weekends." He said looking into my eyes. "I want you to move in.  It;s not the same here without you."

I looked at him worriedly.  "I don't know Zayn. You can't just ask me to move in.  Don't you think we're rushing it a little?"

He had a sad defeated look on his face.  I didnt't wasnt to disappoint him, but this was too drastic. I couldn't just drop everything and go.  I couldn't leave my mom, all alone, in a bad time at her life.  He had been battling her drinking and drug use.  I didn't want to bail out on her.  I needed to be there for her. 

He turned on the television as his sad face refused to changed.  So I lied next to him.  "Oh c'mon.  You can't be mad at me forever, can you?"  I whined.

Soon his sad face transformed to a huge smile.  "No.  But I can try." 

I pecked him on the lips.  "How about now?" I joked.  

I could see his smile grow bigger.  "You're good, aren't you?" He wrapped his arms around me.  

This is what I wanted.  Our bond back.