Tainted Redemption

Chapter forty-one

To wake up beside Zayn, and him brushing his hand through my hair has got to be one of my favorites memories I will have, moreover with everything that has happened, having him near me, laying on his chest, forehead nestled to his neck, I forgot how we went to sleep yesterday.

He was safe and sound, I was slowly getting used to this reality and not be anxious all the time.

Instead I try not to make it obvious I'm awake. It makes sense why he's touching me slowly, he doesn't want to wake me up, and I know if I do, he'll probably become distant again, I just knew him too good to know that he's still preoccupied and something is tormenting him. If he wasn't, he would have woken me up by kisses...

Sighing loudly and slowly at my sad thoughts, I notice my mistake... I forgot to be descreet, Zayn still his hand and laid it on my back, his thumb brushed over my bare hip.

I shift up, tilting my head up to peck his jaw.

He cleared his throat, "Have you slept well?" he asked groggily, I hum.

I felt his hand tilting my head up to his, I support my weight on my elbow, half of my body resting on his.

My droppy eyes watch how his roam my face, then he smiled as we met eyes.

"What?" I mumbled shyly.

He was silent for a while, staring at me with that smile.

"Zayn, what?" I probe again.

"I'm just happy..." he shrugged, cupping my neck to pull my head to his so our lips collide, cutting any response I had off.

Getting out of the shock I felt, my wide eyes close and I quickly touch his face, caressing his cheeks while he controlled the kiss by moving my head up and down with his hand that was in my hair. Darting his tongue over my lower lip, I sighed heavily, then he's diving his tongue between my lips and exploring my mouth while our tongues dance around.

We pull away slightly, panting on each other's lips, dilated eyes on mine.

But the second he saw how relaxed and relieved I was, noticing the hopefulness in my eyes, he averted his stare to the side, taking deep breaths.

Leaning back to his side, my fingers trace patterns on his toned chest.

His hand laid on mine for a while before he stretched then sits up.

Then he picked his crutches, I frowned disappointedly. He seriously doesn't care how much this affects and saddens me.

His plaster cast is wrapped from his upper thigh over his knee, he grunts painfully while he moves.

"Zayn." I worriedly say.

"I need to rewise some work." he replied nonchalantly. Again with his excuses, only wanting to find something to be away from me.

"Does it have to be today?" I sharply asked because I couldn't help but feel irked, standing up as well, walking to the closet to grab a night gown to pull it over my half naked body.

He pursed his lips irritated, gazing my way sternly, "Yes."

"Really? With that leg?" I sarcastically question, crossing my arms, turning his way expactantly. He doesn't reply and I'm about to flip, "Zayn, you do realize that I just moved in, and that we haven't seen each other for weeks."

He sighed deeply, face blank, "I know, I'll be back by the afternoon."

"Fine. Then I should go see what is going to happen at the hospital, I should try to make it at some classes and hold my place as an intern, mum can't always excuse me." I inform instantly. I would not stay at home all day.