Rose's P.O.V.
(A/N: This chapter is so special, i put so much meaning in every word. Please enjoy it. )
I open the door and, i feel Zayn's arms snake around my waist. "Mum, Dad!" I yell. "Up here, honey!" I hear my fathers, loud voice boom. I walk, up the stairs and Zayn follows. "I'm so nervous.." He says as i put our things down in my teenage room. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't be. They're both nice people." I smile and kiss his temple. I flatten my dress that, Zayn bought me. I get dressed in it, and he watches. "You're so, beautiful." He whispers and twirls me. It's a blue dress, that reaches my knees, black flats, my hair into a braid. "I like the way your, breasts and hips look in this dress." He mumbles and makes a love bite on my collarbone. "Zayn, as much as I want to make out with you we have to go downstairs." I places my hands on his shoulders. "It's full house tonight." I kiss him sweetly on the lips and leave the room leaving him, with my delicious taste of strawberry of flavor gloss.
I walk downstairs and i see my dad. "Daddy!" I exclaim. "Lucille!" He embraces me, in a warm tight hug, then Zayn comes down. My dad's eyes immediately light up. "You must be Zayn! Lucille's boyfriend!" He smiles and shakes Zayn's hand. Zayn gives him a genuine smile. "Yeah, I am her boyfriend." I walk over to him, and kiss him on the lips. "I see she makes you very happy." My dad says, i think he spot the love bite. Oops. "Yes, she does." He snakes his arm around my waist and while he's at it he, squeezes my bum. "Take good care of, her Zayn. She's my princess." He gave Zayn a pat on the back and, walked upstairs.
We walk to the kitchen, his eyes go over the chocolate cake my mom baked. "Who made that?" He licks his lips. "My mom." I smile and, cut a piece and place it on the plate. I hand the plate to him. "Thanks, baby." He cuts out a piece, and he eats it. "This is good, Rose." He tells me, chocolate on the corners of his lips. My mom walks in and, smiles at us. "You must be Zayn!" My mom, beams at Zayn, and he swallows it all, he smiles. "It's been forever, since Lucille has bought home a guy!" She spills. "What, the-" i start. Zayn, flushes red. "I'll be busy all day! Take care you two!" She leaves us in the kitchen, and Zayn just stares at me. "What-" i start. "You never got our much, did you?" He put the plate down and bit on his lip. "Doesn't really matter!" I smile, and take his hands. "Let's go see outside!" I panic. "Rose." His voice more firm. "What!" I exclaim, getting nervous as the seconds pass. "Caleb, was your first boyfriend, wasn't he?" His voice now, deep. "Yes." I confess. "You didn't bother saying anything at the station! That could have helped!" He snaps. "I'm sorry, i thought-" i panic and leave the kitchen, flashes of Caleb beating me. "Rose-" he walks after me, i just shut myself in the restroom.
I fall asleep in the tub, my mind racing. I wake up to, banging on the restroom. "Bloody hell, open this door Rose!" Zayn's voice boomed. I stood and stepped out from the shower, opened the door. Zayn, walked in and closed the door behind himself. "I thought you killed yourself!" He exclaimed and sat down on the toilet seat making me, laugh. "It's okay." I assure him. "It's just when you get mad, you frighten me." I look at him, directly into his eyes. He stands, his tall frame hovering over mine. Zayn presses his lips against, mine. I place my hands behind his neck and, slide my tongue over his lower lip. He pulls away and i pout. "Tomorrow is Thanks giving." He says, smirking. "Zayn, teasing me is so, not fair." I pout. He just chuckles and kisses my forehead. "Too much PDA at your parents house. Let's wait till we have some alone time. Like us at home, alone." He whispers, his hot breath tickling under my ear. He leaves me alone in the restroom, after teasing.
I walk downstairs, and see Zayn talking with my brother. "Hey, Lucille." Christian calls me over. I walk over and Zayn, wraps his arm around my hip. "Baby, girl." He kisses my cheek. "Whatcha talkin' about?" I ask. "Zayn, and you." Christian gives me a little boy smirk. "What?" I pout. He chuckles and walks away. I huff and groan. I see, Christian talking to my mom, and my mom has disgust written all over her face. I wonder what, that's about.
"Rose." I hear Zayn, try to wake me. I just can't leave, my dream. I feel my throat closing up and finally, i wake up. Zayn, has worry written all over my face. He wipes my tears away and sits besides me. "Zayn." I choke out. "I'm here Rose, I'm here." He kisses my, head. I cry, so hard i can't breath. He just holds me and waits, till i stop crying and he asks, "Nightmare?" He kisses my, hands. "Yeah." I whisper, my breath shaky. "What was it about?" He asks. "I can't tell you yet." I mumble. "Let's stay in bed, the whole morning." I murmur. "Mm, alright." He agrees.
I sit down and see Zayn, eying me. My choice of clothing is very covered. My mom does the same, eying. I just avoid their stares and stand, walk to the kitchen. I cut an apple into pieces, the way my mom would. Zayn walks in and i begin to wash the apples, not wanting to hear him. When we got out of bed, my mom had found us together in my teenage room, snuggling. She was furious at Zayn. Not me but at Zayn. I'm only eighteen and he's twenty. So? I'm a legal adult. "Rose." He says, i just ignore him. "God Rose, talk to me!" He pounds his fist into the table. "Fuckin' hell Zayn, you'll make things much more worse!" I say and get a cut myself with the knife while i cut the apples much more smaller. He watches the cut pour out the red liquid. My mom and dad rush in here and look at us. "What's goin' on in here?" My dad asks, worry all over his face. "Had a small argument." Zayn replies and sits me down trying to clean up my small wound. "You cut her?!" My mom, yells. "No! I cut myself for cutting the apples to small!" I panic. I push Zayn away and walk away. My head feels as if it might explode. Thanksgiving is today, and my family members might come any minute.
I smile as i greet my cousins and family. I walk upstairs towards my room and there stands Zayn. He looks very handsome. I smile at him, and he just wraps his arms around me. "I'm so sorry." He mumbles into my hair. "It's alright." I say. "Lucille! Zayn!" I hear my mom yell. "We better get down there." He chuckles and takes my hand twining our fingers.
As we eat Zayn and Christian are smirking at me. "Lucille, what are you thankful for?" My father asks. "My wonderful boyfriend, my family and this delicious meal." I say, smiling."Amen." Everyone mumbles. "What about you, Zayn?" My mom, chirps. "For Rose, for my family and all of you as well. Thank you for inviting me, Mr. And Mrs. Stohl." I smile, at him. And once again, "Amen."
I wash dishes and Zayn dries them. "Rose, i love you." He says and kisses me, "i love you too." I turns off the the water, puts down the plate and kisses me, i jumps up on his hips and he places me on the counter. I slide my tongue, into his mouth, he gives a throaty groan. I place my hands on his neck and pull away. "Later." I whisper, my face flushing as Christian comes in, "Did i interrupt something?" He smirks. "No." I smile. "Nothing at all."
