Rock Me

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Orla! Orla!" The voice rang in my ears as its continuous call stirred me. Did I hit my head that hard? "Orla, wake up!" The voice sounded so familiar. I could recognize its concern even in the darkness, I could picture their eyes full with worry.

The ringtone was still ringing, still playing it's repetitive ring. That means I could still catch the ambulance before it goes. I just need to open my eyes.

I opened my eyes, slowly but gradually allowing light into my sight. I was expecting to see a floor, or some feet but instead it was a window. A window with rain droplets running freely down the glass. I lifted my head from the glass, rubbing my sore neck and looking around my surroundings. "Are you okay babe? You were saying my name.." My sore neck was definitely feeling more pain with the speed I turned my head to the right, Zayn sat in the drivers seat of the car, watching me intently. My eyes widened at the sight. Zayn...He wasn't dead? "Orla, you look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?" He checked the road in front before rolling forward, then stopping when those in front stopped.

"Zayn!" I cried out, undoing my seatbelt and leaning over the gearbox, embracing him in a tight hug, kissing every inch of his face as he chuckled in confusion. "Don't you ever leave me Zayn. Don't you dare!' I pleaded, nuzzling my head into his shoulder.

"Woah, what's brought this up? Orla, is everything okay" he pulled me away from him and held my shoulders in his hands.

"That doesn't matter. Zayn, promise me you won't ever leave me?" I begged, gripping his forearms with my nails.

"Babe, I'm not going anywhere." He reassured, rubbing circles with his thumbs through my jacket. I lent in, surprising him with a kiss on his lips, he was taken aback but soon accepted it. It was a kiss, just a simple kiss, but it made me feel so much better. He was okay. He was alive and breathing and I hadn't killed him with my clumsiness. "Did you have a bad dream?" He whispered against my lips, the pair of us breathing heavily. I nodded, chewing my bottom lip that was trembling uncontrollably. I was happy. I wasn't sad, or grieving, I was just happy and relieved. "Don't worry. It wasn't real." He smiled warmly leaving a small peck on my lips before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his iPhone. "Zack's been calling me the past few minutes.." He said.

That's when it hit me. The dream could in fact be real, that could have really happened. Zack called Zayn, asked if he wanted to go out for the night. In reality he's calling him, possibly asking the same thing. No. I can't let it happen, I caused everything to happen so I won't allow either of us to go out. I hate being possessive, but in this case, it's necessary. As if on cue, Zayn's phone started ringing, he pulled it up to his ear and balanced it between his shoulder as he turned his attention back to the que of traffic. "Hello? Zack, mate! How's it going? I thought you were in L.A?..You idiot!..Erm, yeah she's right here. Why? I'll ask, hang on." I knew what was coming next. "Zack wants to know if we want to go out tonight. You know, clubbing?"

"No. Absolutely not I feel sick and I want to cuddle." I sounded like a child, but it was the first excuse that came to mind. Zayn looked confused, and observed my facial features while he paused a moment.

"Erm, not tonight mate. Me and Orla have plans..." He sat back glancing at me in the corner of his eye. "That's for us to know and you to never find out." He grinned. I could guess what Zack asked. "Alright, see ya." He hung up placing his phone on the dashboard as the traffic moved swiftly forward. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked furrowing his brows.

"I'm fine." I replied.

"You've been acting weird since you woke up.." He raised a brow as we went around the roundabout.

"Let's just say I had a very bad yet realistic dream I do not wish to speak about." I concluded briefly, sitting up in my seat as we pulled into the car park.

"Ok?" He asked quite unsure. Zayn switched off the ignition, and hopped out of the car on the other side, slamming it shut and wrapping his jacket around him some more before jogging around to my side. He opened the door, offering a hand for me to take as I stepped down. He shut the door behind me as damp air filled my senses and cold droplets began pouncing off my shoulders and dripping down my face. Zayn locked the car, making his way towards the entrance of the hotel as I stayed out watching every step he took away from my side. He stopped in his tracks and questioned my firm position making his way back towards me. "Orla are you planning on freezing to death or something?"

"Zayn, you know I love you right?" He stepped closer, taking my hands in his.

"Of course." He nodded.

"And you love me?" I but the inside of my cheek as I watched his expression carefully, his eyes showed confusion as well his face.

"Yes. What's wrong?" He asked again stepping closer. "You're really freaking me out-"

"Kiss me."

"What?" He asked in disbelief, water rolling down our faces the heavier the rain fell down us.

"Kiss me." I repeated. He didn't hesitate to lean down and do as I asked, his lips touched mine and they moved in perfect synchronization, the familiar butterflies in my stomach fluttered vigorously against the walls of my abdomen the deeper and the more passionate the kiss became.

I had always read about the kissing in the rain with your teenage crush or the love of your life. If you told me three months before I would have that clichéd kiss in the rain with Zayn Malik I would have called you crazy and possibly lectured you for hours on end how I wouldn't ever feel such a thing for such a guy.

But guess what? I was kissing him in the rain and enjoying it. I didn't want to loose him. I think that dream I had was a message from someone, maybe God himself. It was as if he was telling me to keep him close, take advantage of the time we have because one day those hugs and kisses will no longer exist between us. One day they'll be a mere memory, a dream, a past. One day it won't exist in the future.

Zayn picked me up midway through the kiss, spinning me around sending rain water from our feet in all directions. He pulled away, placing my feet back onto the ground, resting his for head on my own. "You're crazy, you know that?" he mumbled.

"So I've been told." I giggled. He cheekily laughed, caressing my cheek with his hand as he stared intently into my eyes. Those honey brown eyes had never been so alive. They hadn't glowed such a bright shade in all the months I had known him. He had never looked at me that way, it was an emotion I could only describe as pure love. Something my eyes only held for him.

Who knows what the future held. Who knows what would happen next. There was so much we needed to sort out. Living arrangements as such. That could easily be helped.. But who cares?

We were living in the moment.

The End.

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