Rehab (Zayn Malik)

Ch 7

(A/N So I added a dedication to my old teacher, turned artist into this. He may never see it but I just wanted to put it in here because he was an amazing teacher and this is the least I can do. So to following your dreams! Thanks Mr. Otero. <3)

Zayn pulled me into his flat happily. Two weeks ago I would have thought I would still be smoking weed and drinking all day at the park. I had my moments when I wanted a smoke and there was One day that I sat in Zayn's room the whole day, pissed off at the world for no reason. Now look at me in a Penthouse in London. A large t.v on the wall and a long black leather couch with a silky blanket on the back. There was different artwork everywhere. "I like this one." I pointed at a painted scene that looked like Mexico with an adobe house and logs sticking out and a sunset with the mountains behind it. "Bought it online. It's by a New Mexican artist I think his name was something Otero, Let me check." he dropped my hand and pulled it off the wall. "Yeah, Nicolas Otero, dedicated to his AVID kids for inspiring and helping him take charge of his dreams like he did for them." He read the back. I smile, "How sweet." I smile at it.

Zayn chuckled at my fascination of the painting and pulled me away. He brought me to the kitchen and asked if I was hungry. I shook my head and continued to explore the flat. I went down a hallway and found a bedroom. I walked over to the window seat and looked out at the city. It was amazing with so many colors and the london bridge blazing in the distance. I looked around to the king sized bed and a big dog ran into the room and started barking loudly, "Zayn!" I yell shaking, "Boris. Shoo." Zayn came in and snapped at the dog. "Sorry. He's a little protective." Zayn rubbed the back of his neck. "You think? He scared me." I say still shaking. "Sorry." he stepped closer and enveloped me in a hug.

I hid my face in Zayn's neck and sighed. Zayn tightened his grip around me and he leaned his cheek against my head. I pulled back and looked at him. "Why don't you go pick out a movie?" He suggests. I smile and pull away from his grip. I walk to the living room and look for his DVD's. "The DVD's are in the cabinet with the radio Bella." Zayn calls out. I smile as Zayn basically read my mind. I walked over and saw a good CD and threw it in happily. I started singing along quietly as I shifted through the movies. I screamed when arms suddenly wrapped around my waist. "Hey Bella." I was spun around. "I didn't mean to scare you." Zayn whispered. "Dammit Zayn don't do that." I growl and push him away from him. He snaked his arms around my waist, softer this time. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you so bad Bella, I'm so sorry." he whispered pressing his head into my neck. "Just don't do it again." I say. "I won't." he says softly. I started humming along to the song that came on.

Zayn stood up and moved the movie boxes from my hand. "What are you doing?" I whine. "Just trust me Bella." he whispers pulling me away from the cabinet, he takes my waist, I let of his hand and snake my hands around his neck. He smiled at me, "I'm not a very good dancer." I whisper, "Neither am I." he says and starts swaying to the music.

I guess I'm finally admit it. I can't deny that these have been the best two weeks of my life. Zayn basically saved me in the darkest time. I was closer to my breaking point when he appeared. Yet he saved me, pulled me from the darkness. This is cheesy now, but it's true. I'm done denying it.

I reach up and touch my lips to Zayn's. He kissed back softly, taking his time to deepen the kiss. I moved my fingers to tangle my fingers in his hair pulling myself closer. His grip on my waist tightened pulling me closer. His tongue hesitantly asked for entrance, but I pulled back, "I can't go that far just yet I'm sorry Zayn." I whisper. "It's okay. I was actually worried you were going to run off again." he said with a sad smile. "Can I pick a movie now?" I ask. He smiled and kissed me quickly before letting go.