Sharing A House With One Direction (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Guess Who's Home *Chapter Seventy*

I was blinded by a very bright, white light as I slowly sat up in pain rubbing my eyes.

"Hey, careful now," A familiar voice laid me back down.

"Zayn?" 

"The one and only," He said, sounding cheesy as ever. Finally I regained my vision, and looked up to see him hovering over me.

"Where am I?" I asked trying to sit up.

"Stay down kiddo," He held down my shoulder and I noticed my ankle wrapped up entirely.

"What happened?" I looked up at him.

"Bad people," was all he said.

The memories started flooding my head, and I quickly pulled my hand away from his and looked at him with disgust.

"Get out." I said.

"I'm not going anywhere, this is my mess and I need to clean it up," he grabbed my hand once again and sat down in the seat next to my hospital bed.

"Why did you even bother to stay," I spat.

"Chloe, I need to tell you already, I fucking love you still," he didn't break eye contact. "I love you more than any woman in this entire world, and I know I make mistakes, a lot actually, you're the only girl that I wake up thinking about and the only girl I go to sleep thinking about."

"Zayn, I-" I started to say but he put a finger over my lips.

"Listen," He sighed. " I understand if I'm not what you want anymore, trust me if I were you I wouldn't take me back, but I just wanted to let you know, no matter what I will protect you and care for you more than any man ever will. You are my definition of a ride or die girl, I want to have you in my life until the very end, and I'm going to work my way out of this gang I can promise you that whether it's for you or for me."

I didn't say anything but lean over and give him a hug. 

"I believe you," I mumbled and he hugged me tighter.

*Several days later*

"My place is kind of a mess," He warned me before he unlocked the door to his apartment.

"Trust me, I've been practically living house to house lately so this is nothing," I assured him and he gave me an apologetic look.

I stepped into his living room and he shut the door behind me. My ankle was still wrapped up, but it was healing faster than the doctors said it would so they let me go home early. 

"Well welcome back to my abode, make yourself at home once again," He broke my thoughts. "I promise this time no unexpected women will come out of the rooms." 

His nervous giggle made me roll my eyes. I set down my bags and plopped onto the couch, Zayn decided to join me.

"I'm sorry for everything, again," He wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah you told me that like one hundred times already dork," I snickered. "You're forgiven, kind of."

"Kind of?" He lifted an eyebrow. "What might I have to do to receive complete forgiveness?"

He lifted his hand with a smirk and my eyes widened, before I could react he started tickling my stomach.

"Stop!" I managed to choke out in laughter. We were rolling all over the couch, but of course he made sure to beware of my ankle. He kept going until we were about 5 centimeters apart from our noses touching.

"I hate you," I giggled and he smirked not breaking eye contact.

"I know," was all he said before breaking the space between our faces.