I felt a nudge on my side causing me to slowly open my eyes, awakening me from my sleep. My eyes were now wide open and I analysed the room slightly confused with where I was. Then I realised, I was on the floor. I hadn’t moved since last night and it turned out I used the floor as my bed for the night. I moaned as I carefully sat up. Everything was aching. For a 5 star hotel their floor was not comfy at all.
“Well, well, well, look who is finally awake.” Emily said smirking as she removed her foot away from my side
I massaged my head frowning, rubbing the sleep off my eyes still trying to wake myself up.
“So you’ve been around Europe? How was it? Em and I are dying to go together!” Carmello said in the background. His voice was so loud for the morning.
“Yeah, it was sick!”
I immediately stopped rubbing my eyes and froze. Whose voice was that? My eyes widened and my heart began to beat faster as my mind guessed who it could be. It sounded exactly like Zayn. I quickly turned around to see Carmello and Zayn in full conversation in the kitchen. My heart immediately began to beat faster than it was before. What was Zayn doing here?
“Zayn!?” I asked confused, still on the floor.
Zayn turned to me and our eyes met. He smiled immediately, making his way to me and kissing me on the forehead.
“Hey you! I’m glad you’re awake.” he said.
I felt like I just ran a marathon, my heart had been beating way too fast for its own good in these past few minutes. I stared into his eyes, setting off millions of butterflies in my tummy. I couldn’t have been happier to see him than right now but yet, I was so confused to why he was even here. I thought we had “the talk” last night?
I stood up with a puzzled look on my face, while Zayn smiled his perfect smile at me. He put his arms around me and gave me a hug. His cologne burst through my nose and my eyes rolled back at how amazing he smelt. As we parted, he grabbed both my hands and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back; he knew how to make me happy effortlessly.
“Zayn, what are you doing here? I thought we..”
Zayn took my hand and led me into my room, “Holly.. I know. I know you said you couldn’t see me anymore. But you didn’t give me a good enough reason for it. You told me you couldn’t see me because you were pregnant.”
I let out a laugh and covered my mouth, “I said that?!”
He chuckled, “Yes, you did. And I could tell you were lying because our whole conversation last night you were murmuring and slurring like a drunken man.”
I buried my face into my hands of embarrassment and he took my hands away smiling and began to caress my fingers with his.
“So I decided to come visit you and see what was really up. We had an amazing night last night and now you just want to stop seeing me? I had to know the real reason.. it kept me up all night.”
The look on his face was heartbreaking, and judging from the slight bags underneath his eyes, he probably was up all night thinking about it. Thinking about me. Oh my God.
“But when I got here you were knocked out on the floor, so I waited. Emily and Carmello are great friends; they kept me company and well… Emily told me everything about you.”
I frowned. What did he mean ‘everything about me’? Why would Emily tell him everything? What is everything? What does he know? Or thinks he knows? Oh, Emily is going to get a beating for this. Hundreds of thoughts came rushing through my mind and my blurted out, “What do you mean everything?”, still frowning and still confused as hell.
Zayn sat me down on the edge of my bed and looked deep into my eyes. My frown quickly faded, and I was back to the mindless, heart racing, butterfly invaded, Holly that he always turned me into.
“She told me why you were scared. Scared to be with me because I might break your heart…”
I quickly interrupted him, “Zayn, no.. Don’t be silly. It’s too early to get into that. I mean we only just met yesterday, why would I be worried about you breaking my heart?” I said, trying to convince him. Although, I think a part of me was trying to convince myself.
He chuckled looking down, then looking back up at me where his long eyelashes revealed his gorgeous eyes. “Holly, you don’t have to lie to me. I get it. I’ve been through it all too. I understand why you’re scared. I’m scared too; you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. And I don’t even know why. There’s just something about you.”
He stood up, scrunching his face, looking like he was in a self conflict. It was clear he was just as confused as I was. I walked over to him and put my hands on his arms, looking up at him finding his eyes. He looked so sad and wouldn’t look at me.
“Zayn?..”
His eyes finally met mine and he spoke ever so softly, “Just please.. give me a chance. Give us a chance.”
As those words left him, my mouth dropped. This strange feeling took over my whole body and I couldn’t believe that here Zayn was, asking me for a chance. I was speechless. I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t find the right words to say, even though a simple “Okay” would of been appropriate. I fell into his chest and snuggled against him, his arms then followed as they wrapped around me, plopping his head on top of mine. A light tear streamed down my face. I was happy. Being in someone’s arms never felt so right. His hand began to stroke the back of my head and I moved back a little to see his face. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me and there it was. The spark that everyone talks about. The spark that puts you at a standstill and makes you realise that this person is going to change your life. That this person is the one you’ll never want to leave. That this person is worth a chance.
