What's a Soulmate? {Zayn Malik fanfiction}

Chapter Four

We watch The Notebook which seemed like a good idea at first because it was a classic romance movie and we were on a date if you will and it just seemed appropriate. It ended up rather badly, however, as I was sobbing hysterically into Zayn’s chest towards the end. There wasn’t an end to all the emotions running through me, I couldn’t get myself to stop crying. With the arm that wasn’t rubbing my back and holding me to him, I listened to him flick off the movie which was for the best because I didn’t want to even hear it anymore.

“Victoria, love, can you calm down for me?” His voice was a whisper.

I didn’t respond.

“Please,” He kissed the top of my head. “It’s killing me. Just take some deep breaths.”

I didn’t respond again, but did what I was told and eventually I calmed down and pulled away from him. He handed me tissues as I tried to wipe the smeared make-up off my face. His hand continued to rub my back.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I croaked.

“Don’t be.” He replied, leaning in a little closer.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before I finally looked over into the mirror.

“Wow, I look terrible.”

“No, no,” He shook his head and pulled me back onto him. “You’re still absolutely beautiful.”

We ended up leaving then to rent romantic comedies that would make me smile instead of cry, and we got Chinese takeout which is always a plus. Both of us had scattered empty food cartoons all over my bed, laughing at some of the things said in the movie. Every now and then I’d look over at Zayn and just watch him laugh and smile. I loved how his eyes lit up. When the movie was over he flicked it off and checked his phone while I placed the disc back into its container and crawled back over to him.

“I wasn’t aware of how late it was getting.” He sighed. “It’s almost ten thirty.”

I laughed. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

His hands pulled at my hips until I was straddling him again.

“I’ll have to go soon,”

“Yeah?” I asked.

He shook his head in response. Apart of me almost begged him to stay overnight with me, but it was too soon.

“Well, soon isn’t now.” I replied.

I bent down and planted what was supposed to be a slow, passionate kiss but ended up much more. His hands immediately moved this time without waiting on me. I could feel him everywhere on me. On my hips, my thighs, my back, everywhere. My hands just ran through his hair. I pulled away briefly for air before immediately continuing again. His breathing was fast and each exhale he took blew hot air onto my face. He pulled away slightly like I did before for his breath, his face buried in the crook of my neck. Both of us just lay there panting until he spoke.

“I should go.”

All I did was nod in response, my body too weak to even say anything at the time.

“Walk me out, love?”

I nodded again, but this time also replied through my pants. “Of course.”

Then he moved, nudging me off of him and we walked downstairs. He embraced me as I wrapped my hands around his neck before I pulled him into a kiss. After I broke away and without a goodbye even being needed, he walked away from me and as quick as it began, it ended.

For the next few months, it went like this. Zayn went over to my house or I went over to his; hanging out with movies and watching the stars on the hood of his car after. I didn’t really care what we did in this time together, as long as we were together. We hung out with the boys a few times to, well Zayn did. I would just normally be catching them a half hour before they left, or leaving a half hour before they came. Today was special to me, however. Today was the day I was going to spill what I kept inside while he stared at the family picture on my wall that second day. I was finally going to let him in on this secret I’ve been keeping; that literally no one knows about. I was scared, but I was ready. He deserved it sooner or later, and he happened to bring it up at our last date a few days ago, and told me it would mean a lot. Those words were etched in my brain then, ‘it would mean a lot’. It would mean a lot, so I was going to do it. I respected his needs as he respected mine, so as he knocked on my door and stood there holding a dozen roses with one single daisy, there wasn’t any turning back.