JUST HIM (Z.M-a.u)

CHAPTER 11

Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had a bit of trouble trying to start this chapter and I had a busy weekend. But here's chapter 11.

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He pulls away from my neck smirking at me and I find my breath again. I stare at him in disbelief and he chuckles when I slap his arm slightly.

"Oh, c'mon just tell me!" I demand, but he shakes his head no and laughs louder. "That is not fair, Zayn! We had a deal." I complain, slapping his arm once again.

"Yeah, our deal was that we traded words in other language, but you never said anything about the translation." He explains and I huff.

"Oh, shut up, you cheater!" I say with mock anger and he continues laughing. "And stop laughing! You're worse than my granny when I told her a joke, jeez." I say laughing myself.

We both, eventually, stop laughing, but and then an idea pops in his mind. He seems a bit hesitant to ask me, as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Beth, can I ask you something?" He says and I nod. For some reason, I think I already know what he's about to ask.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, okay? But why did you stop coming to Bradford?" I knew he was going to ask that from the moment I mention my granny again, and I know for sure he has an idea of my answer.

"My grandmother died when I was nine and I didn't really felt like coming that summer and then, as the years passed, I didn't ask my parents to bring me."

"They didn't want you to come?" He asks.

"It's not that they didn't want me to come, is just that for my father it was really hard. He blamed himself for her death and I didn't want to remind him by being here. Though I would have loved to come and visit the places my granny used to take me to."

"Why did he blame himself?" He asks confused, but worriedly.

"She died in a car accident and my dad was driving." I say. He nods, making me know he's listening and motioning me to continue.

"She was a bit sick that week and my dad practically dragged her to the car to take her to the doctor, though she said she was fine and that it was a waste of time. So in the car, they were kind of arguing, well not exactly arguing, my dad was just, like giving her an earful, like she was her daughter and not his mother, you know?" I feel my face burning up from the memories and he moves closer to me and places his covered hand on my knee.

"And then, a car crashed into them. My dad was fine, just minor injuries, but my grandmother died, and my dad always thought it was his fault. He still thinks that, if he had listened to her and stayed home, she would have lived, though it was the other drivers fault because he was drunk."

"I see,... I'm sorry I brought it up." He says with a tender caress on my knee.

"It's fine."

"If I'm honest, I've always been upset with my dad for that, for not being able to move on I mean. And then I would feel bad for thinking those things about him, like I felt I was being selfish."

I never told my parents, or anyone for that matter, not even my brothers how I really felt. I actually never talk about this with anyone. I usually stop the conversation in "my grandmother died when I was nine", but something about him makes me feel comfortable enough to let it out.

"But please don't tell anyone. I never opened up with my family about this subject, not that they would bring it up anyways."

"It's okay, don't worry. I'm really sorry I asked."

"No actually, it felt good to tell somebody something that I've been keeping to myself for ten years." I try to smile, but by the way he caress my knee again, I know it didn't look like a smile.

"Is that why you don't like it when people call you Elizabeth?" He asks. "Because of your grandmother?" I look at him with a confused expression. How does he know that?

"Beth, I noticed the way your expression changed when I called you by your full name, before and in the hall." He explains.

"It's just that she was the only one who ever called me Elizabeth. Family called me Beth to distinguish the both of us and my friends said it was cooler because it was shorter." I say feeling tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes.

"Bullshit, your name is beautiful, complete and with all its letters." He says bringing his good hand up to caress my cheek with his knuckles. "Your name is beautiful, just like you Elizabeth."

Then, his hand cups my cheek and with is thumb he wipes the tears away of my eyes. I stare at his caramel eyes, getting deeply lost into them, into those golden irises that hold nothing, but sweetness and concern, too.

"Don't cry, beautiful." He whispers and my breath gets stuck in my throat, my heart melting due to his words.

Slowly, he leans closer to me, till our foreheads are touching and looks into my eyes one last time, before his gaze drops to my lips. He wets his pink lips and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

His mouth turns up into a small smile and he caresses the outline of mine with his thumb. I watch him as he pulls my face up a bit and close my eyes, waiting for his lips to connect with mine.

Finally, I feel him press his soft lips against my own and I stay still, taking in the sweet moment we're sharing. He doesn't move his mouth though, he just keeps our lips connected in the most perfect kiss I've ever experienced.

Eventually, he pulls away a bit, but our foreheads are still touching. I open my eyes slowly at the same time as him. He's looking down at my mouth with sweet warm eyes and he's biting at his bottom lip.

Now that he's pulled away, I realise how much I wanted this to happen, but didn't know it before, and how much I want it to happen again, and again, and again. He seems to read my mind, slowly pulling my face to his once again, but just when our lips are about to touch, we hear a knock on the door.

Quickly, we both pull away from each other, creating some space between the two and I feel my face blushing furiously.

Zayn clears his throat and tell whoever is at the other side of the door to come in. The door opens and Trisha walks into the room. When he sees me, she seems a bit surprised. I smile at her and her confused expression turns into a nice smile, like mine.

Zayn clears his throat again, this time looking at his mum and she immediately directs his gaze to him.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" She says a bit unsure. I shake my head shyly and leave Zayn to do the speaking.

"No, we were just talking. She, uh- helped me with the hand." He says showing his covered hand to his mum.

She looks worried and disappointed at his son and I guess, if I weren't in the room, she would express her feelings with words. Instead, she shakes her head and says:

"Zayn, your father wants to talk to you, about what happened before."

"Fine." He sighs and gets up walking to the door slowly. I watch him as he exits the room, without looking back at his mum or me, but I guess I understand.

"Beth, thank you." She says to me, referring to Zayn's hand I suppose. Her expression is sad and worried, but she tries to cover it with a small smile. "I'll call you for dinner later, okay?"

"I can help, with dinner I mean." I offer. After seeing her like that I guess she could use a bit of help and I really don't have anything else to do. And I don't want to stay in Zayn's room. It would be awkward if she left me, in his son's room.

I get up and walk up to her. She smiles in appreciation and nods.

I follow her downstairs and into the kitchen to start making dinner.