Midnight Coffee

Chapter 7

Midnight Coffee Ch 7

Mary's POV

I took in a deep breath and let it go.

Zayn rubbed my thigh supportingly.

"You can do it. Just go inside and tell them," Zayn said, running over the plans for the umpteenth time.

My hands were shaking, I kept twisting my hair tie around my wrist.

"Go on now, I'll be at my home if you need me. Just call or....or sneak out. You've done it before."

"I wasn't supposed to," I said.

"Hence the term, sneaking out."

I was too nervous to laugh at his small joke. "Okay, well. I'm going in."

"You'll be fine, don't worry."

I glanced at Zayn, wondering what I should do.

Should I hug him? Handshake? Hugshake again? Thank him?

"Thank you again, Zayn. For everything."

"It's nothing. But your clothes are in the back. Would you like me to get them for you?"

"No thanks. Last thing I need is for my parents to see you coming in and helping me."

After a moment of silence, I spoke once again.

"Besides, if you kept them...it'll give me more of a reason to see you again."

A smile tugged on his lips, but he kept his composure.

"Thank you again," I said before hopping out of the car.

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I checked under the doormat and just as I suspected, our house key was there.

I unlocked the door and slipped the key back to where it came from.

With one last look at Zayn in his Range Rover, I walked into the house.

No one had heard the door close I'm guessing, seeing as no one came to see who had entered.

I walked into the kitchen only to see my mother cutting carrots in a fast pace. My brother was sitting at the counter, staring at his hot chocolate. My father probably wasn't home.

I had no idea where Josh was.

"H-hi mum," my voice cracked.

Eli and my mum's heads snapped up, and immediately their eyes filled with relief.

Elijah ran toward me, almost knocking his drink over the counter in the process. His small figure clung to the lower half of my body.

"Mary!" he shouted, tears threatening to break through.

"Hey there, how's my little cutie doing?" I asked before picking the boy up and carrying him in my arms.

"M-Mary," my mother gasped.

"How are you?" I asked awkwardly.

"I've been worried sick! Where in the world have you been?" Her voice was soothing, but it had an edge to it.

"Go play with your toys," I whispered into Eli's ear.

I set him down and he raced up to his room.

"Do you realise what time it is?" she asked sternly.

"Yes Mum. It's almost ten."

"Darn right it's almost ten! Go upstairs and get changed. Then come back and we'll talk about this."