Have Faith In Me

Chapter Eight

“Do I have to go?” Zayn whines.

“Yeah, you don't have much of an option.” I laugh.

I look up at him to catch him rolling his eyes. He is being over dramatic, it's just dinner

“Anne has been planning this ever since I agreed to ask you. Its not like I'm particularly looking forward to it either.” I try to comfort him. Zayn isn't the type of guy to go home and meet someones parents, and I am shocked he even agreed to go, kind of.

“Why does she want me to go over so bad?” He shifts us on the couch so he he is laying behind me, his arms wrapped around me waist. I nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale his scent.

“Because she thinks you're like my boyfriend.” I mumbled against his skin. I don't want to look him in the eye, I'm not sure what we are.

“Why does she think that?”, his voice holds no particular emotion.

“Because we spend a lot of time together.”

“Did you tell her I was your boyfriend?”

His question catches me off gaurd, “N-No.”

“Oh.” He sounds almost disappointed

I pull away to look up at him, his eyes are staring straight ahead.

“Oh?” I question him.

He looks down at me but looks away quickly. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“I just thought you would have said yes.” What? I was not expecting that.

When I don't respond his arms pull away from my waist.

“I mean I thought we were going back in that direction, but if you don't feel the same way then I guess we can just be fri- ” He sounds so unsure, so vulnerable and scared. When my mind finally catches up to what he is saying I silence him by pressing my lips to his. I can feel his lips turn up into a smile before they begin to move in sync with my own.

I shift my body so I am straddling him, my legs on either side of his thighs.His hands grip my waist as I press myself against him.I rock my hips back and forth and he lets out a low moan, almost a growl. His grip on my waist tightens and he pulls me even closer into him. I smile against his lips before pulling away, giving him one quick peck.

I climb off of him and sit by his legs, the look on his face is priceless and I cannot help but laugh.

He blinks a couple times before glaring at me, “Tease.”

“So does this mean that we are together again?” I ask him.

He scoots closer to me and pulls me back onto his lap.

“I thought we were already together to be honest. I missed you so much when we were separated. I am not going to let you go ever again. I love you Ella.”

His words raise goosebumps on my skin, and make butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“Really?” I can't help but ask, when we were together before he never said that to me.

“Yes, El. I love you. Its stupid that it took me being away from you for so long to realize it but i do. You are the perfect girl for me. I love everything about you, even you're fucking stubborn attitude.” He smiles. His thumb grazes my cheek and it sends a shiver down my spine.

I know I love Zayn, even though I've never told him before. He is my safe haven. My own personal escape from the hell I have been through and the hell I relive through all the god awful memories and nightmares. But I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. I have never told Zayn about my past, not the full story. He knows my mom and best friend were murdered but he doesn't know what else happened that night.