Inspirational | Zm

Chapter 19

Annabelle's p.o.v..

"Anna-"

"Zayn please , one nickname , not two. Im so mixed up with Anna and Bells." I interrupted , watching him frown.

"You're dropping me into a huge dilemma. Feel pity over the dropped ones." He joked. I giggled while puching his arm.
He crossed his arm cupping his checked shirt.

"Um lets merge the two names , uh , wait Bella yeah Bella."

I raised an eyebrow and shook my head , resting both my hands on his bed.

"Bella , is your mood fixed? I wanna talk to you but-"

"About Sam?" I sighed watching him nod in a sad mood. I really didnt want to talk about it but really I had no choice , i didnt want to hurt Zayn , never , but Im not going to tell him the real story , it would probably break his heart. Yes , ill spin my own story , but i feel so uncomfortable. Zayn is a person to me , of a confiding nature but eh- .im sorry Zayn.

I took hold of his hand , pressing it as hard as ever.
"Samuels Carlswood phillips, was my childhood friend , until all my life before we met. I didnt look at him in anyother way than my bestfriend , but he came up with a proposal and i refused. He assumed that you were the reason and promised me that he would shame me right infront of you , zayn. But i didnt really care about it. Infact i thought that it was impossible for him to do so. So yeah , he was spying on us all the way to the park and took your short absence as an oppotunity." I sighed again , resting my head on his shoulder.

"but how does he know that you have a connection with me?"he questioned .

How can I tell him? How?

"Um he saw us  walking in Almond street." I lied. I cursed myslef for what i was doing , a crime.

But the story between him , sam and myself would be an unfolding secret , just the three of us , not even Zayn.

"Thats enough , forget about him. Now , Bella , once you get home , make sure to rest and oh! I've given Beatrice a basket full of breadsticks. Since your leg is injured , you shouldnt walk up to the bakery for these few days , I'll bring your breakfast to your home , dont worry." He advised , making a tear drop down from my eyes.

"Why do you have to be so sweet Zayn?" I questioned in a pleading tone.

He simply smirked , adding so much of essence over his perfection. His hair , as messy as always , making him look as adorable as himself. Seriously , hes so irresistable.

"Hello , have you fainted with your eyes opened?" Zayn mocked , noticing me staring at him for so long. He knew that i was drunken by his simple beauty.

I rolled my eyes and punched him again.

the door was knocked before we heard slight giggles from Gemma and Beatrice. "Sorry love birds , but just to know , mom wants you two downstairs." Gemma joked , filling the room with this extra awkward moment.

"coming , just a minute" zayn sshouted.

"Why in the world do you want sixty seconds? Isnt that way too long to simply walk up to the door?" Well Beatrice is gonna regret the words that she just spoke.

"I just dunno , Bella told me to tell you guys to give us a minute. Blame her." Zayn lied. Wait what?

I drove away from him , slightly fumed. "Im coming. Gemma , are you sure that Zayn's not drunk? Hes acting wierd" i smirlked , walking towards the door.

"Haha you should have given him the drink."

"Oh please. Seriously hes wierd."

"Your beauty makes him as if drunken." Beatrice spoke as i opened the door , finding zayn silent throughout the moment. He was surely enjoying the moment.

"You girls have your meals , I'm not hungry." Zayn added.

"Your step brother is 100 percent insane" I commented , inmidst of the wierd glances shot upon myself.

I mean like what did I do to attract a few unwanted eyes.

"yep your boyfriend is 100 percent insane , perfectly right." Gemma replied , as the two of them giggled.
I rolled my eyes.

"Hes not my b.f. , hes my friend." I snapped crossing my arms. I just hoped that Gemma's house wasnt that big , so we really didnt hav to walk for centuries with wierd speeches and looks till we got to the table. But oh! My boy-- eh no my friend has planned my life already.

"Yep , hes a boy , whos supposed to be your very close friend and it really makes sense to have him as your boyfriend" beatrice mocked.

Well the time passed by till we reached the table with awkward moments. I sat infront of Gemma and Beatrice , aunt Anne on the side.

"Hello sweety , you look really cute as usual. How do you feel." Aunt Anne greeted , cupping my shoulder.

"Im fine really. Thanks to you people" i smiled , assuring my state.

It didnt take long for Zayn to sit besides me on the right. He winked at me and ate the taco.

The worst part was the shooting stares upon the two of us. Like really? Wat in the world was i doing.

"Wooh nice tattoo on your shoulder. Bells who does the 'S' in it stand for" zayn's speech leaving a heart attack. Shit! he didnt see the tattoo. It was an inch down from the shouder blade at the back and it was left exposed with Gemma's black strappless top. The tattoo was a fire blaze with 's' in the middle.

I reacted by driving my left palm over it ,"um , its - its just for rememberance of my dad. Uh hes S-Shavon." I lied. If he knew the whole history behing 'S' which is him , Zayn would hate me to hell.

Zayn pressed his fingers on my chin , "you miss him right? Im so sorry".

I pressed his hand , pressing my lips together , "I do but im fine" i lied again , I never miss him .

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Heello....me again....sorry for the lae update but yep , an attemptt....whos this he? Please do leave back a few cmnts and let me know as to whom the he denotes.vote..

10. Not beauty concious , but i am concerned about my hair.

11. Love dancing in free style and jumping.

12.Clash of Clans is my game..

Cyall... bye ya