Fighting Against All Odds (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Seven - Double Decker

A few weeks later, Mom sends me to the Supermarket to buy a 'few things' (read as - 25 things) for her, just as she does every month, at the starting. And what does she do? She gossips. She talks on the phone with Aunt Sally (a lot more now, since Aunt Sally's pregnant) about various stuff. Useless stuff. Boring stuff. Its not that I won't do a small chore for my mother, but first, she writes a HUGE list, and gets to enjoy at home. But, I get to get out of the house for some fresh air, an hour or so without my parent's constant fighting. 

After buying loads of things including combs, towels (we already have a closet full of towels), makeup products, pasta, hand wash, sanitary napkins (Awkward), and paints, I finally pay and get out when I bump into a familiar body, the body I've seen shirtless, not long ago. 

Zayn.

'Hey! Vas Happenin'?' Zayn asks.

'Finished shopping. You?'

'Oh my god, same! I didn't see you, though.'

'Its a big Supermarket,' I shrug.

'Can I come with you?' He pleads.

I stare at him, my eyeballs almost popping out. He looks at me, sadly and says, 'Okay, then. I'll go somewhere-'

'Shh!' I say and put a finger on his lips, 'I didn't mean that,' He stares at me and pulls me closer. Awkward.

'I meant, its okay. You d-didn't have to ask.'

He gives a tongue-between-teeth smile and kisses me on the head. We stay like that for minutes, till it starts to rain. We yelp and run to safety. We catch a Double Decker, and since the bottom deck is full, we run upstairs. Thankfully, its empty. I grab the window seat and stick my tongue out at him, playfully. He smiles, and wraps our hands together. 

I rest my head on his shoulder, and he asks, 'Are we a couple now?'

I sit upright, and slap him softly on the hand. 

'Zayn! No!'

'Don't you like me?' He asks, giving a puppy face.

I don't know what to say. I am  head over heels in love with him, but I'm tongue-tied. Obviously. Its the first time that someone liked me back. 

'Well...I-I'

His face falls. 'Look, its perfectly okay. I understand. I'm not forcing you, alright?' He doesn't even look at me whilst telling it.

'Zayn...it's not like that. I swear, I-I-I-I...'

'Its okay, say it.'

'I like you...a lot.'

Its raining heavily and the rain splashes against my face.

'Really?' His face lights up and I laugh.

I lean over and kiss him softly on the cheek.

'Yeah.'

'Then...I like you too.' He whispers into my hair, as I face the window, smiling as the water drops fall on my face. My heart suddenly stops as I see a familiar figure in the bus stop. My smile fades, as I see someone whom I love very much. Someone whom I know very very well. Zayn notices this and interrupts my thoughts. 

'Myra? What's wrong?' 

'I think I just saw my Dad.'

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The next few minutes after seeing my Dad climbing the bus, was probably the fastest I've EVER done anything in my life. He understands that I'm from a typical Brown family, and if us Brown girls are caught with a guy, we're done. I could've moved my seat elsewhere, but the top deck was filled just as the bottom.