Uncradled Love *A Z.M. AU*

Chapter twenty-five

Sarah's P.O.V.
World was as beautiful as it could ever be. I felt like a boat wandering alone in vast sea who now saw the shore. I never knew just seeing the shore would make me feel like this. Possibilities were endless and so were the reasons of his father to like me and say what he did.

"Umm. Delicious! How do you cook this good?" I heard Zayn's muffled voice. I looked at him.

Stuffed mouth with closed eyes, he looked so innocent. I smiled.
"Thanks for liking it." I smiled and replied.
"Love it darling. Love it."

The only thing that was keeping me in my skin were my thoughts. His father had agreed on our marriage but Zayn still haven't even said a single word regarding that topic. Maybe he needed time, maybe he was planning somethinh. For the first time in my life, I was thinking positively.

Something changed.

I was right. Emotions can manage to change a person. Specifically, if that over-whelming emotion is 'love'. There are people who don't even get a sight of love in their life. They stay deprived, even though being loved is the basic right of a human.

I snapped out of my thoughts by a hand being waved in front of my eyes.

"Back to earth, love." Zayn spoke up and a sly smile found its way to my lips.

He gazed down to my lips and something flashed in his eyes.
Lust.
His honey brown orbs changed into a tone darker. He came near my ear and placed a kiss exactly behind it making every hair on my neck stand.

"You've been thinking a lot lately. Its harmful. Let me take you out on a dinner tonight." His voice was honeyed as always.

"But Zayn, I do have things to do at home." I defended.
"Let me rephrase. You are going on a dinner date tonight with me." He spoke up with a flash of dominance in his voice.

I sighed loud enough for him to hear.

"Wear something formal but sexy." He told me, winking.

I chewed the last few bites of my pancake and then did the dishes. Anyhow, as always I managed to zone out and doze off in my sometimes, stupid thoughts.

But this time, not about Zayn, not about marriage and not even about my parents.
I missed William. A lot. Maybe I could make it up to him. Maybe he'll listen. Maybe he has changed. Maybe.