Ordained

Chapter Two

Suspicion 

 I was walking with Zayn by a river bank, the sun was shining, the air was clear, everything felt perfect and surreal. It was beautiful. He was holding my hand tightly as he said, Orla, i need to ask you something.  My heart fluttered at his words, only then did i realize what he was asking. He knelt down on one knee, his hands interlocked with mine romantically as he stared into my eyes. I love you, a lot... My stomach began to erupt with butterflies. But get up. My eyebrows furrowed. 

"Orla, get up." I heard a voice repeat in my dreams. I stirred, sinking into the duvet some more and curling into a ball as warmth engulfed me. A small smile twitched in the corners of my mouth, and i felt at rest. "Orla, i love you but don't make me pour a glass of water over your head." I forced one eye open, meeting Zayns playful eyes as he watched me, almost dreamily. 

"Five more minutes." I mumbled, curling into a smaller ball and pulling the duvet over my head a little more. 

"Five more seconds, love. I mean it." I mentally rolled my eyes at him. "One..Two..Three..don't make me do this Orla." Zayn warned, standing up. I sighed, smiling into the duvet attempting to shut my eyes to continue my very vivid dream. "Four.." Darkness was about to engulf me, i was so close to being at peace again. "Five." And with that single syllable, Zayn threw the duvet from my head and poured what felt like a full glass of water over me, soaking the mattress, duvet and my whole body within seconds. I let out a screech as the coldness awoke me. I looked up through my dampened hair sticking to my face, scowling meaningfully at the laughing figure in front of me. "I warned you." He shrugged with a chuckle.

"I hate you." I hissed reluctantly dragging myself from the once dry, and inviting king sized bed. 

"You love me and you know it." He replied softly, leaning down to my seated position and kissing me briefly on the for head. I let out a groan, standing up and heading for my suitcase to retrieve a towel and fresh clothing for a shower. "Orla." I slowly turned to look at the worried eyes watching me carefully. "We need to get your things from your parents later. Do you just want to go, and i'll wait here?" 

"Erm, yeah. If you want." I shrugged, turning on my heels, heading to the en suite bathroom. 

"Right. Ok." He said practically a short moment before his phone rang. A small smile tugged on his lips as he read the caller ID, and then he quickly swiped the answer button with a happy vibed greeting. 

I deliberately slowed as i entered the bathroom, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as i very slowly closed the door, Zayns cheery voice quickly deteriorating into a muffle. 

Why was he suddenly so happy? Why wasn't he that happy with me? 

We can joke and have a laugh, but i bet his face doesn't light up if my caller ID flashes on his screen. He doesn't answer me in such a happy tone, at all. 

It can't be Zack.. I mean, he's known Zack ages and Zayn usually says Oh, it's Zack. or Zack's calling me, hang on babe. But no. It isn't Zack. I just know it. 

 After unchanging and switching on the shower, i stood under the pouring water, hoping every drop of water would wash away the doubts and suspicion floating through my veins, and the vile physical thought of him being unfaithful that tingled my skin at the images my conscience produced. 

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"Hey dad, where's mum?" I asked, embracing my father with a hug. 

"She's upstairs at the moment taking a bath." He replied, kissing my head briefly. "She'll come around eventually, darling."