Broken [Dark Zayn Malik Fanfic] *UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter Thirteen: Keeping up with the Maliks (part 2)

Jenna's POV

"No! Stay, please!" I shot my eyes open and I saw Zayn's tonned body bouncing on the bed, eyes firmly closed, sweat running all the way down his temple and tears rolling on his cheeks. 

"Zayn?" I spoke softly and I sat on my elbows. 

"Don't go! Jenna, don't leave me!" He shouted again. My mounth hang open at the sound of my name, rolling out of Zayn's tongue. He was having a dream...of me? I pulled myself together and I placed Zayn's head on my lap, stroking his jet black hair. 

"Shhh...Baby, it's just a dream." I whispered to Zayn's ear. His head popped up and his caramel brown eyes scanned the room and finally resting on me. His arms snaked around my waist and his head was now on my chest.

"Oh thank God! It was a dream.." He mumbled against my skin. His heartbeat was fast and his breath unsteady.

"It's ok baby. I'm here!" I smiled at him, looking deeply into his mesmering eyes.

Zayn grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes. Teardrops were showering his cheekbones and his long eyelashes were wet. "Jenna, if you leave, I'll die! I know this sounds selfish and I know that I have too many issues and I'm an asshole for not telling you I love you back, but you mean so much to me!" My whole body felt numb hearing Zayn's words. My heart started beating faster and hot tears were streaming down my face like waterfall.

"I'll never leave you, Zayn!" I said and I buried my face on the crook of his neck. "I made a promise and I'll keep it. I love you Zayn." The last sentence came out more like a whisper, but enough loud for Zayn to hear it.

We stayed in each others arms sobbing for minutes that felt like hours, until a cracking sound made us jump and pulled apart. Zayn's mother was standing in the doorway, blushing.

"Oh sorry! I didn't know...Did I interrupt something?" She smiled awkwardly to us.

"No, no mum! We were just talking." Zayn wiped his eyes and ran a hand to his messy hair.

"I just wanted to tell you the breakfast is ready." Tricia smiled again. "Are you guys ok?" She asked worried.

"Yes mrs. Malik. Everything is fine." I spoke.

"Tricia! Mrs. Malik makes me look old." She joked and I chuckled.

"Ok. Tricia." I chuckled again.

Tricia flashed a soft smile and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

I tried to get up but Zayn pulled me back and slammed his lips to mines. A passionate yet hungry kiss.

"Zayn, we need to get down for breakfast." I giggled to Zayn's mouth and I got up.

"Do we have to?" He whined.

"Yes! Come on! Get up!" I said and Zayn covered himself with the sheets again.

"Come on, sleepyhead!" I giggled and I threw a pillow at him.

"Oh you're so gonna get it." He playfully growled and chased me to the bathoom.

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Zayn's POV

"Ok, how do I look?" I asked my sister Waliyha. A smile spreaded across her face and she got up walking towards me.

"You look awesome, bro!" She peeked a kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks." I smiled turning around to take another look of myself in the mirror.

"Tricia, Doniya, Jenna? Are you girls ready? We need to get going!" My father shouted, while he was fixing his tie.