Teacher's Aid (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 79.

Skylar's POV

The three pieces of lingerie were the last thing Zayn bought me for our 'shopping spree'.

It was nighttime now, were were in bed, chinese takeout on our laps. After we had left Victoria's Secret we had left the mall,  Gotten some fish n chips and walked around London for the rest of the day, we just talked, got to know each other some more, and I really feel like our bond got stronger.

As well as the sexual tension.

I think I was ready. Or close too.

I loved him, I love him, I'd do anything for him, and today, after learning more about his past, I understand him more, and I will do anything in my power to make him happy.

We had gotten quite emotional, had a heart-to heart (and maybe a snog session or two).

It had been rare for me to see Zayn cry, and I hated the sight, he had been through so much, so much as a child. Overall he had a good childhood, but as everyone does, they had their downs.

During our talk while we were walking around London, he started crying, which was the moment we decided to come back to the hotel, this was getting very very personal. Which was okay, it was getting late, and cold, and my feet were tired.

As soon as we got into the door, Zayn went outside to smoke, I could see he needed it so I didn't fight him against it.

I'm trying to get him to stop smoking.

Once he came back in, with red bloodshot eyes and tears running down his cheeks, he fell into my arms, sobs leaving his mouth.

In a way, I understand how my mom felt when I started crying when the nurse told us my dad was dead, although I'm sure it was a bit different considering that was my dad and my mom saw her daughter shatter right in front of her. And with this, it was my boyfriend, but it was still seeing a loved one breaking right in front of you.

Zayn told me he was embarrassed, embarrassed that I saw him like that, and even that broke my heart, I told him to never be embarrassed about anything like that. I was glad he opened up to me.

Funny how the day took a turn, right?

We held each other last night, clung to each other, nothing sexual, just holding each other tight.

I held him for two hours, rubbing his back, holding his hand, whispering sweet sayings into his ear. I held him for two hours as he cried, letting all his emotions out. After he could finally breathe properly, he started talking, tears still falling from his eyes.

He told me stories from his past, things that happened in his childhood that still haunt him till this day.

He talked until his voice fell to a whisper, then falling to a mumble as he fell asleep.

He also told me about his anxiety, and how that's affected him in certain situations.

He told me about what happened with his three friends that died from drugs.

I didn't even realize that he had been through so much.

I went to sleep shortly after him, letting him be the small spoon. Which surprise surprise: he actually loves to be the little spoon.

He was fast asleep still, it was currently 9am and sadly today we were going back home. I think we were gonna catch some breakfast first before heading back home.

I quickly answered my phone, trying to silent the loud ringer.

"Hi mum." I said softly, letting out a yawn.