Arranged To be Malik

Chapter 45

" You try not to look at me,
Scared that I'll see you hurting,
You're not hiding anything, no,
And frankly it's got me worried,
Nobody knows you better than I do,
I keep my promises, I'm fighting for you,
You're not alone,
I'll listen till your tears give out" Hunter Hayes- Cry With You...

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Rawan's POV:

" Rawan?" Gasping and whispering my name, shock is running through our bodies like killing electricity. I must be dreaming again, this can't be happening, especially when I am alone in my old house.

" Zayn?" Gasping his name back. I can't believe that he is standing right here in front of me. I am sure like hell that our eyes will be on the floor at any minute if we continue staring at each other like we burning holes on our faces.

" H-How did you k-know that I am h-here?" I stutter my question, making me want to punish myself on my face because of my stupidity. I am sure that I didn't tell Sarah where I was, and my mother even doesn't know that Zayn and I broke up, she still knows that we are together. I can't even consider that fate brings us together one more time.

" I didn't even know that you were here!" He breathes, still looking at me with a hard gaze. I swear if we were on our good terms, I would jump on him and kiss all of his beautiful face.

" Can I come in?" He asks me, making me blush in my rudeness. He is still gazing at me like I have grown fifty heads over my head. I nod my head and open the door widely to fit him. He sighs before stepping in my house, he takes off his coat from his body, making his muscles stretch for a bit, and I blush when I remember it is the same way they flex in my dream, my sexual dream to be exact. Oh God! How will I talk to him normally without even remembering every minute or so the dream? 

He hands me his coat and I put it on the small chandler that is beside the door, I wave my hand towards the way inside the house, to tell him to come after me, although he will do without doing or saying anything. I walk ahead of him, guiding him to the living room. I can feel my hands start to sweat, my heart is beating fast and loud, he and I can hear it clearly without any doubt,  , and all of the time, I pray to get over it quickly without any more damage.

" Do you want to drink anything?" I question him with a shaky voice. I curse at myself inside my head at how weak I am in front of him. At this moment, I don't want to forgive him completely, I just want to hear his reasons for cheating on me then decide to make my final decision. I think it's fair enough for the both of us. 

" Water, please!" He answers with the same shaky voice as mine. No matter how we act around each other that we are doing fine and pretend we are fine without each other, we still feel nervous around each other, making the both of us know we have the same effect on each other, the electricity of love and nothing else. 

I nod my head and make my way to the kitchen, trust me, I need a cold water more than him to cool my hot blood. While trying to think about some useful things to say to him, my mind goes to the dream again, making it hard to think clearly about our situation. Filling two cups of cold water, then I return again to the living room. 

" Here" I whisper and hand him his glass. He nods at me as a thank you and I nod back, I sit down on the couch while he sits on the chair that beside me. My heart is beating fast, knowing that I lied to him, hurting him and leaving him when I promised him in the past that I would never leave him but I didn't do it anyway, and the thought of me breaking the most important promise to someone I love makes me mad at myself.