All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 17

"What d'you mean you said yes?"

"What d'you mean you didn't stutter?"

"What d'you mean you're seeing Zayn all on your own?"

"What d'you mean you can't bring me along?"

Monroe's questions kept shooting at me through the phone, when I grabbed a spare second to inform her that I had managed to contact Zayn all on my own, without any help, and that I was in fact seeing him again that very same evening.

Someone would think she was overreacting, but to me, I knew she was just being herself. Of course, you couldn't exactly contradict any of the things she srceamed at you whenever she was in this state, because you simply would end up adding fuel to the fire. I would therefore, just nod and occasionally tell Monroe to stop exaggerating because -for most of the things she actually said- she truly was.

"Look, Monroe, I really do have to go..." I begged, holding the kitchen phone with both hands as I peeked over the corner to see mother shuffling to the door. Zayn had arrived.

"Well, fine!" She huffed but didn't hang up.

"Monroe, listen to me; I don't know why you're angry... This is what you wanted, is it not?"

No response. I could hear Monroe's breath on the speaker as she built up her anger and let the silence do the talking.

"Zayn! So nice to see you again!" Mother's voice could be heard over at the entrance and I could feel my heart start to beat out of its cage. I felt my breath catch at my throat as I leaned against the wall feeling my heartbeat bounce against my skin.

I heard how they exchanged a kiss, and then heard the friction of clothes and knew mum was hugging him. Dad, then came into the scene and I could feel he was quite tensed and reserved to see the boy that was going to take out his little princess, as he introduced himself.

I guess I must have kept quiet for too long, that Monroe noticed the change, and then said, "for the love of God, what's going on?"

"He's here..." I whispered making my voice barely audible, as I couldn't get my voice to come out any louder.

"Oh my gosh, that boy must be whipped," Monroe muttered lowly to herself, but I couldn't even tell her off. "Ok, listen to me; be nice and don't overthink anything. Just roll with it, ok?"

But I couldn't even answer, I had frozen again. I was hearing the rumble of laughter that came from my dad and assumed Zayn must have made a joke. Oh great, he was winning over my parents, I thought.

"Okay?" She repeated and nodded, before repeating the word after her. "Good, now go! Make sure you pick me as bridesmaid." And she hung up, before I could even scold at her. I couldn't believe how Monroe could switch personalities so quickly. But, I guess, that's what made me even more fond of her.

"Dion?" I jumped at the mention of my name, and found my dad standing right beside me.

"You scared me," I mumbled as I hung the phone back on the wall before straightening my clothes. Mum had picked out a leathered skirt with a woven grey cardigan for me to wear, after I told her of the phonecall and begged her not to make me wear a dress.

His strong hold on my shoulders made me somehow control my nerves as it centred me back to reality and made me realise that I have nothing to fear. Dad was just there to protect me. So, I exteneded my arms and hugged my dad tightly, and felt him plant a kiss at the top of my head.

"He's a good lad," He mumbled, "he keeps assurin' your ma and I that you'll be in good 'ands."

"And do you trust him?" I broke away from the hug and looked up into his eyes, the place that always made me feel safe.

"Your ma loves 'im, she does. Her eyes lit'rally lit up at the sight of 'im..." he began and I noticed he wasn't quite answering my question.

"But do you trust him? Dad?"

He stoped and took a long look at me, I began to feel uneasy. I started to think that he may hate him, that he couldn't wait for me to leave him. I remember thinking he was about to warn me about him, until he continued.

"Princess, I think he may be the best thing tha's ever happened to you,"

"Oh," I sounded surprised. "That's quite offensive, dad." I mumbled as I pulled up my ankle boots nervously.

"Offensive? Maybe I must 'ave said it wrong." He scratched the top of his head and then looked at me, "I only meant it in a good way, luv."

"I know, I know." I took a deep breath and then looked at the living room where Zayn was now taking a seat. "I guess, I have to go now..."

I walked out of the kitchen, my dad following close behind and took another deep breath before entering the living room, hoping to all allmighty God that my nerves do not show.

"Dion!" Zayn was the first to spot me come in and I saw how his eyes twinkled with excitement at the sight of me. That only made my heart beat faster, and I hoped the heat on my cheeks wasn't evident to him.

"Hey," I mumbled quietly and then cleared my throat, before repeating the word more confidently.

"Hey!" He stood up quite quickly, making a small laugh escape from my dad before mum shot him a warnining look, and approached me slowly. I saw that he was holding a bouquet of purple flowers in his hand and as he saw me curiously looking at them, he looked down and I could just about see the hint of flush on his cheeks as he said, "these are for you,"

"Why, thank you." I accepted them, and politely smelt them too. "Mhmm, they smell nice." Even though, they didn't really smell of anything. Looking at it now, I merely praised the effort.

"Well enjoy your dinner kids!" Mum beamed and broke the eye contact that I realised Zayn and I were holding. I felt my cheeks instantly heat up and had to turn around to have a moment to cool, as I focused in putting the flowers away.

"Don't forget kid, that I know every police officer in the area, eh?" I heard my dad mutter a warning to Zayn just as we reached the door.

"Don't worry, sir. I won't ever dream of hurting your daughter." He spoke seriously and looked at my dad in the eye before he turned to me and offered me his hand, "ready to go?"

I panicked at the question. I took one last glance at my parents behind me and noticed my mum holding her thumbs up and ushering me forward, "you'll be fine," she mouthed and I nodded. However, Zayn thought I was nodding at his question and grinned as he lead me towards the car parked at the foot of the front garden.

I need to get a grip of myself, I thought. I closed my eyes briefly and focused on my breathing. Breath in, and breath out; until I convinced myself that there was nothing to be nervous about. I noticed that controlling my nerves was becoming a much easier task now. I felt a tingle of excitement as I sat in the seat of his car, and I remembered the last time I was in there and how different I was acting. Frankly, I was quite proud of myself.

I just had to keep it up, to be honest.

"You look beautiful, Dion." He said the minute he got in the car. His voice made my insides swoon with joy and I felt slightly giddy at the way he was looking at me. 

Even though, his gaze was still making me slightly uneasy it was now creating a buzz of new emotions in my stomach. And frankly, I quite enjoyed it. It made me feel different. Wanted.

"Thank you," I smiled warmly as I forced myself to keep looking at him and not look away. His eyes were the most curious of things. They were deep, mysterious; the darkness and intensity that was now forming was sensual and it made my heart skip a beat. It was the flush in my cheeks that made me turn away, "to be honest, I'm quite hungry," I jumped at the chance of making him change the look on his face.

"Right," he mumbled and I heard him clear his throat before revving up the engine of his dark and comfortable vehicle.

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Wey hey! I have finally updated again! Okay so the fun bits are about to start, so I'm deifnitely going to be updating sooner and more often.

P.S, picture on the side, just shows the outfit that Dion was wearing.