The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter XIV

Nicole's P.O.V.

I take a look in the mirror. I don't mean to brag, but I look good in this dress! I have to do something with my hair though. That, right now, is a mess! I take my brush to my hair and begin to rake through it. I scrunch my nose a couple time when I would come to a large knot. Once my hair didn't look like a nest anymore, I grabbed my straightener and straightened my hair.

I put on light make-up and try to cover the scratches still left on my arm from my first day here. I remember when Zayn saved me and fixed me up that day. When he said those words to me, 'You were a good patient' I wanted to claw his eyes out. Now that I think about it, it was cute. I smile at the thought when there is a knock at the door.

"Nicole?" Zayn calls from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?" I answer.

"Are you almost done? I have a surprise for you..." A surprise? For me? Why would he surprise me? I'm almost scared to find out what it is. I take one last look in the mirror and my hand moves up to grasp my necklace around my neck. I smile as my fingers play with the silver heart charm hanging from it. A breath escapes my lips and I drop my hand to my side.

"Yeah I'm coming!" I open the door to see Zayn dressed in a white button up shirt with some black slacks. He smiles at me and I return the gesture.

"You look... amazing!" His eyes are scanning my body and my cheeks warm up from his compliment.

"Thanks you do too!" I smile.

"I know you're lying." He says dully and walks past me into the bathroom.

"What..." My voice trails off as I watch him fix his hair in the mirror. I nod my head to myself and walk over to my closet to put some black pumps on. Once those are on I look for Zayn and notice that he is still in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, at himself! He doesn't notice me as I creep closer. I hear slight mumbles coming from him and I get even closer to listen.

"C'mon Zayn she'll love it. She will. She's not like the rest, she's different. You got this Zayn..... you got this." The others? Wait, is he nervous? What is he going to do? I hear him stop talking so I quickly shuffle back over to the closet and pretend to pick up a pair of shoes.

"Hey." He says and walks over to me.

"Hey." I echo while picking up a black pair of sandals.

"What are you doing?" His voice sends chills down my spine. His breath is hot on my bare neck and I bite my lip to cover a moan. See what he can do to me? No one has ever had this effect on me. Ever.

"Picking out some s-shoes." I stutter. He steps away from me and I turn my head to look at him. His eyes are at my feet and then my eyes.

"You're wearing some now..." He points out the obvious, but I play it cool and mentaly punch myself. How could I forget I was already wearing some?

"Right, but I was just seeing which pair looked better." I turned my body, facing him. "What do you think I should wear?" I hold up the black sandals. "These?" I point down at the black pumps I'm wearing, "or these?" He grins and sits down at the edge of the bed.

"You know, you are always asking for my fashionable advice. Maybe I should start charging you." He teases. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Ha ha very funny. I think I'm just going to wear the heels." I throw the sandals back into the closet and start to walk to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Zayn asks from behind me. I turn to face him and point towards the bathroom.

"The bathroom?"