If Only You Remember | Zayn Malik

~If Only You Remember Chapter 50~

If Only You Remember Chapter 50

Jasmine's Pov:

"No." "It can't be." "Yes!" "I knew it." "Shocking." "This has to be a joke." "Funny late April fools joke." "Jasmine and Zayn? More like ice meets fire," Louis voices echoed through out the flat. Everyone was shouting things at Zayn and I.

Most of them were funny and seeing their surprised reactions was also very entertaining to myself and Zayn.

Everyone fell silent as we looked at Louis. He quickly shut his mouth as he looked at all of us. "What?" He asked, "Was it something I said?" "Who is ice and who is fire?" Zayn asked. "Oh," Louis mumbled.

"Forget everything that I've said. Ignore it," Louis brushed it off. "Now are we going to go out and celebrate Jasmine's and Zayn's get together or not?" He nervously smiled. "But it's late," I said. "And?" He chuckled.

"Where would we go. There is nothing opened. Is there?" Eleanor asked. "A restaurant we can go to," Louis said.

"I think we are all starving," he continued. "Yeah I am a bit starving," Makayla nodded agreeing. "Yeah," everyone chorused together.

"Or you and Zayn can have alone time," Danielle winked towards my direction. A smile fell on my face as everyone started to laugh. "I think she does," Zachary teased. "Alone at home with Zayn," Liam had on a teasing smile.

Zayn had on an amused look as he looked at me. I tried my best to ignore him but I couldn't help but look over at him at the corner of my eye.

Zayn let out a boisterous laugh as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me. His chin rested on my shoulder as he looked at everyone before speaking, "You nine can go out. Jasmine and I can stay here."

"Is that so?" Zachary crossed his arms. Zayn's face dropped as he slowly retrieved his arms from my waist. "Maybe?" Zayn said a bit unsure. "I'm just messing with you," Zachary laughed as he smacked Zayn's back roughly.

Zayn grimaced in pain. "Just know if you hurt my sister again, I will pound you and I will. This time I won't go as easy as I did last time. So don't forget who she is again," Zachary said. Zayn's eyes shown fear for a split second.

Zayn nervously nodded. "Good. Besides that, we will get along just well. Right Zayn?" Zachary grinned. Zayn let out a low chuckle. "Yeah," he trailed off.

I shook my head before I held my head and closed my eyes. "What? I'm watching out for you like a good older brother should do," Zachary chuckled as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"I got my eyes on you," Zachary glared at Zayn. "Ok that's enough," I pushed Zachary towards the front door. "Bye everyone," I waved as they followed Zachary out, laughing.

Once everyone was out, I closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. I felt a pair of arms wrap their arms around my waist causing me to jump in fright but soon relax at Zayn's voice.

"Let's go to the couch," he whispered. His hands found their way with mine. We entwined our hands as he guided me to the couch.

The crackling of the fireplace was the only thing that could be heard. Zayn sat down first before he placed me in his arms. Our legs were tangled with each other. I laid my head against his chest in his embrace.

His heartbeat quickened at my touch. His soft breathing was slow and quiet. I traced the tattoos on his arm. Starting with the microphone which is one of my favorite ones of his.

He had on a smile as he watch me trace his sleeve tattoos. "You have so many," I said, "I remembered when you had none." "You always knew I wanted tattoos," he spoke, "Do you not like them?"

"I love them," I said. "Which one do you like most?" He asked. I stopped tracing his tattoos and looked up at him with a smile. "It's a tough one to say since I love them all but it would have to be either the microphone or your ZAP," I said.

"You should get one," he smiled. "Yeah no," I said. "Why not?" He laughed. "Tattoos on me? No," I shook my head. "Come on. You got the attitude of a bad girl and the looks. All you need is some tattoo. You can be the Bradford bad girl," he teased. "Like your the Bradford bad boy?" I chuckled. "Hey I don't call myself that anymore," he protested.

"Ok," I snorted. "Very attractive," he joked. "What I can't snort?" I laugh. He just simply smiled in response. "I'm serious. You should get a tattoo," he said.

"No. Never in a million years would I. I hate needles and Zachary would literally freak out including my parents," I said. "Your twenty now," he said. "Yes but it's still a no," I shook my head. "Let's get one together. Me and you," he said.

"Maybe later on in our relationship," I said. "If we are together still in a year. Let's get one," he said. "A year from now? More like two," I said. "Ok then. Two," he said. He looked back in my eyes as he waited for an answer.

"Ok two years from now if we are still together. Deal," I said. He smiled in success like he just accomplished something. "I just know we are still going to be together," he whispered.

"So start saving up money," he joked. "No you will be paying," I said more as a joke but he took me seriously. "I will so don't worry too much," he said. "I was kidding Zayn," I said. "And I wasn't," he said.

"Ok fine. You will pay. Might as well pay for my rent," I sarcastically spoke. "Someone has attitude," he said. "Is that bad?" I asked. A bit worried. "No," he smiled, "I like it. You seem tough with it."

"I'd rather be tough than weak," I said. "That's what I love about you. Your a strong girl Jasmine and I know you well enough that you are not weak," he said. "I will take that as a compliment," I smiled.

I sat up and gave his lips a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. "I missed your soft lips against mine," he admit. "I couldn't agree more," I smiled.

His lips formed into a smile at the words I've spoken.

"I love you Jasmine Brooks."

"I love you Zayn Malik."

We looked back into each other's eyes with adore. Zayn's love for me is more than I thought it was. He truly cares for me and I believe I can trust him more than with anything. I know he will never do anything to hurt me again. He would stick by my side through anything and that's what I love about him.

There was a doorbell chime as someone rung it. Zayn and I got up to go answer it. His hand was entwined with mine as he answered it but only to have my blood run cold as I see who it was.

"I'm sorry. Was I interrupting some thing?"

A/n: Who do you think it is? Let me know!! I've been a bit busy this past week. How was everyone's Halloween? Mine was good! Anyways, stay tuned for a new update!