Tainted Redemption

Chapter twenty-nine

Since Zayn didn't come home last night, my dad said he had to work when he arrived home, I rised early and went to his block building.

I get inside without announcement.

I don't knock on his office door, just straight up barge in. Work shouldn't be in his mind while he's severly injured. I may be here because of my insecurities too, what if he's avoiding me... Just because he was sounding like his usual self while texting, didn't mean he was over it.

He was typing and writing on some notebook, which I'm sure were meassurements on his merch, the sling he had wasn't on his arm anymore, then he looked up at me.

"Hey." he said lowly.

We both felt unsure on how to react. The tension heavy between us.

"Hey." I say back, sounding breathless, he beckons me with his hand to him, that eased me a little.

Sauntering to him, he placed me on his lap, my cheeks heated,"Did you eat?" he quickly asked, once he remembered.

I hum, "How are you feeling? Did you eat? You really did have a long day, didn't you?" I fire out at questions at him, my mouth on overdrive, I was glad he's back at his never ending affection I relish in, but I didn't want to hurt him by sitting on him.

He waves it off, "I'm good. The meds you gave me help a lot, babe." he replied, then looked down while smiling since I was so caught up on staring at him.

I missed him so.

Peering back at me with wrinkled brows, "What?" He asked then.

Blinking, I try to compose myself, "I was scared something would happen to you." I confess quietly, my features sad, I was about to cup his face, but once I remembered how he had recoiled from me, flinching I quickly halt my action.

His face gets sorrowful, "I didn't want you to feel like we left on a bad note, baby." he began slowly, I could sense my limbs slightly shaking, "I love you. I can get mad at you but I can't un-love you."

I'm surprised, but most of all relieved...for seconds I was stuck on looking at him. I couldn't believe he let go of his hurt this fast.

His words made me cry, and I hug him unexpectedly, he huffed from discomfort because of his rib but pulled me closer, shushing me gently when I sobbed at his neck and cling onto him.

I was hoping he'd say he loved me because it felt awful when he doesn't.

"I love you too..so much," I say it back, he exhaled longly, "I'm so sorry... I won't ever lie to you again." I whisper on his neck, sniffing, my breath distorted, "I know." he replied calmly, lovingly brushing my hair, "I know." he repeats.

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"So they claimed to not know anything?" I had requested to get an insight on how that meeting went.

"Yeah, that's typical gang behavior. They never take the blame."

"You don't believe them or? Because one of them said to me they had to do with it."

"I don't believe them, no." he replied solemnly, "They were hiding something...we both had our men armed, that's how intense the meet up was, but they still thought I'd be so idiotic to trust 'em." He explained casually while I get frightened.

"But you all got out of there without complications, right?" I blubber anxiously. He nods, rubbing my arm assuringly, "Yeah...It was odd to know we are against each other but didn't start firing around. They seem smarter, wanting their snitches and runners to do the dirty work."