Chloe's P.O.V.
I pull into my driveway and I park my car. I hope I'm not making a mistake with having him come here. I grab my stuff and get out of my car and I head inside. The house is silent and I walk into the kitchen where there is a pink sticky note on the fridge. "Sorry I'm not home baby girl. I had to go take care of some things involving your dad. I'll be home in the morning."
I sigh and toss it into the trashcan. I really didn't want to be alone with him. He makes my brain go fuzzy and I can't think straight. I think about texting him never mind but there is a knock at the door and I'm not going to lie, my heart bursts. I walk over and I open the door to Zayn standing in blue jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, and his hair is perfect. I smile at him and open the door wider so he can come in.
I go back into the kitchen and grab some grape juice out of the fridge.
Zayn: Hey Chloe. Thanks for letting me come over.
Me: Sure...how have you been these past two years? We haven't talked.
Zayn: To be honest, I've missed you so much Chloe.
Me: Your with Amy.
I felt the space between us get smaller as he stepped closer to me and I was looking up at his beautiful hazel eyes and I felt my eyes start to water.
Zayn: I'm only with her to be close to you.
Me: I can't...
Before I know it, Zayn connects his lips with mine and all of my emotions are wiped away except one...love...for him. I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him closer to me. He wrapped his arms under my butt and lifted me up onto the counter and he was now standing in between my legs with his arms on my lower back. I've missed his minty breath and his strong and firm touch. My love for Zayn is so strong and I have never felt this way about anyone before.
We pull away to catch our breaths and I kiss his lips tattoo and he chuckles. I hop off of the counter and I turn to the fridge.
Me: You hungry?
Zayn: Yes!
I pull some stuff out for spaghetti and I begin to cook us some food. As the food cooks, I go up to my room and Zayn follows me. I grab a pair of red shorts and a white tank top. I walk over to my bathroom and I quickly change and when I come out, I see Zayn has seen the photo that I had in my stand. It was us...two years ago. It was when we first met at the park pool and I had my mom take the picture.
He looks over at me and smiles.
Zayn: You still have this?
Me: Yeah...I know it's stupid.
Zayn: No it's not.
Zayn pulls out his wallet and shows me some photos of us in a photo booth from two years ago. They pull at my heart strings and I sit beside him on my bed. I place my hand on his knee and he lets out a sigh. I grab his face with my hands and I look into his eyes.
Me: Zayn...
Zayn: Yeah.
Me: I never stopped loving you.
Zayn: I never stopped. I need you.
I just reply with giving him a kiss on his lips and we go downstairs and get some food. We ate at the kitchen table while laughing and catching up. He is now 25 and I am 17. That's only an eight year distance. I have one year until I am eighteen.
When we finish eating, Zayn goes back to his house and I give him a hug before he leaves. He makes me so happy and yet I still don't know what me and Harry are. I need to figure this out.
