Because she made me believe (ZAYN MALIK)

PillowTalk-XI

Author's Note :

*It took me five hours to write this...so I hope you like it and do comment...the comments have declined so much in the last two chapters...it's sad...please make a note this chapter contains parts referring to racism so if you have issues relating to it dont read it... Also I am taking refrences from Zayn's life... I have mentioned earlier that this book is about him so I will be touching aspects of his real life mixing it up with fiction....****

*** IF I get 40 comments on this chapter next update will be on friday... if not i will see you on sunday...the choice is yours***

Big Love xo

Zayn's POV

                  

Watching Allana blush crimson red is a daily sight I view , approximately twenty times a day. The mesmerizing glow radiating from her face coupled with the diffident smile playing on her lips , eyes lowered in a bashful manner made her appear like the epitome of pristine beauty.  My eyes were glued on her and I felt like I could spend entirety admiring her.

As if this wasn't enough, she made my heart thud louder, shyly peering at me from her eyelashes , muttering , " Jaan."

Her voice was barely above a whisper but I immediately caught onto the affectionate word uttered by her in her peculiar American accent.

Smirking I ask her to repeat it again but she shakes her head coyly.

"C'mon don't be tease. Say it again please." I whine , yearning to hear her say it again.

Biting her lip tensely she says , "Give me your hand Zayn."

Muddled by her request, I put forth my right hand which she places on the top of her left b.reast , making me feel her heart beating rhythmically.  Placing her palm against the left side of my chest, she smiles feeling the beat of my heart as well.

"Let's say it together." She says timidly and I nod my head in agreement.

Sheepishly gazing at each other we break into identical grins , simultaneously uttering , "Jaan."

Within a fraction of a second , I realize that my heartbeat has accelerated instantly pounding loudly upon hearing Allana address me with the Urdu endearment. My smile etches wider making my jaws ache , upon feeling the similar pounding of her heartbeat against my palm.

"It's crazy, isn't it ?" She says beaming , indicating towards our synchronized heartbeats.

" It is." I reply back dazed. " Guess we found out our officially favorite nickname."

" We did." She replies back , both of us getting lost in each other's eyes. It is a blissful moment we are experiencing, however somehow it feels incomplete. I can feel that there is only one thing absent from making this moment complete. A few words which have not been exchanged between us , yet I feel that whenever we do say those special words to each other it maybe only due to mere obligation as the emotions and feelings are present in both of our hearts , our synchronized heartbeats a sign of our blooming relationship.

" I am sorry for interrupting again. We should get back to the story." Allana says , snuggling closer to me.

Pecking her forehead , I wrap my arms around her waist , placing my chin on top of her head , discreetly inhaling the scent of peach shampoo in her hair.

" Are you sniffing my hair ?" She asks me amused.

I guess I was not exactly discreet...

"Maybe." I reply nonchalantly.