"you said forever?!" she said.
"yeah, but I was wrong, it ends now, here." he replied, flinging the gifts at her face.
Maria hasn't had the best luck in her love life and now thinks love is just something stupid and made up.
But what will happen wh...
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Yesterday was the walima. It was so hectic and crazy, with all the fancy cars and everything. It was kind of emotional for me too, seeing everyone again.
Drying my hair with the towel, I walked towards my closet, clad in my bathrobe.
Just as I was going to pick out an outfit, someone cleared their throat from behind me. I looked to see Zayn leaning on the door frame.
"What happened?" I asked him.
He walked into the room and then came to stand in front of me.
"You're getting changed with the door open?" he asked me.
"I was just picking some clothes out." I said, confused. "Then, I was going to go and get changed in the bathroom!"
"Good." he said. "No one gets the privilege of see you like this."
All that time he was saying this, I was getting more and more flustered, my heart beating faster. He wasn't even looking at me, he was looking at the floor, he seemed a little aloof.
"What happened?" I asked him.
He didn't answer, but just kept his gaze on the floor, moving away from me.
"Zayn! What happened?" I asked him, moving closer to him and placing my hands on his chest.
"You're right next to me, like this, and you're asking me what's wrong?" he asked me, finally meeting my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Why are you so goddamn perfect?" he asked me.
I smiled at him.
For the first time, I was scared of who had I become in my short time with Zayn already.
"You think I'm perfect?" I asked him.
He looked at me then nodded.
I laughed.
"Careful beautiful. If you get any more perfect I'm going to go mental." he said, his voice husky, next to my ears.
"Don't you think you're already mental?" I asked him, playfully.
"For you?" he asked me.
I didn't say anything so he proceeded to talk.
"I'm afraid I am." he said, running his fingers through my wet curls. "I'm more than mental for you."
I met his gaze, his eyes full of love.
Taking me out of my trance, his phone rang. He moved away from me and walked to his phone.
I missed his warmth, the way his body and mine fit perfectly together. His arms held me like they were made for that purpose all along.
