Art [zjm]

Chapter Thirteen // Change

"Zayn, I will be your girlfriend. As long as you promise not to ruin this dysfunctional relationship we have."

"I can't promise that we won't fight. But I will promise that I will try to be rational about things... Unless you mess some shit up."

"Me?" I ask completely caught off guard.

"Well yeah... I mean- Shit I shouldn't have said that. I meant unless something happens between us." He corrects himself.

"Good. Because I am not the only one that messes things up."
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"So is that a yes?"

"Yes."

In the short month that I have known Zayn, he has taken a big toll on my life. Without him I would not know the frustration of someone constantly in my life.

Considering I have never had that until now, it feels good.

"I'm glad." He smiles and pulls me into his chest.

"Never leave me." He whispers and I shake my head.

"I won't leave you unless you give me a damn good reason." I laugh and he turns more serious.

Unless there is a good reason he's saying this?

I stop over-thinking it and focus on anything else.

"Do you have anything planned today?" Zayn asks.

"No... Do you want to do something?"

"I kind of wanted to go to my parent's house, if that's okay?"

Zayn wanting to go to his parent's house?

This has to be a joke.

I rest my palm against his forehead and ask, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes... I just thought we would spend time with them. Considering they already like you and they want you to be apart of our company."

I smile at the thought and tell him that I will make myself presentable.

My idea of presentable is completely different from his.

He thinks presentable means sweats and having his hair brushed.

My idea means showering, putting on makeup, and dressing nicely.

"You don't need to do that. My parents are at home today... No work."

I nod and straighten my hair. I put on jeans and a t-shirt and put on eyeliner.

"Okay... I look okay." I say staring in the mirror grabbing my bag.

"You look beautiful." He says kissing the top of my head.

I blush knowing that I hate compliments, especially when they're given so freely like that.

He pulls me inside of the car and I shiver not really expecting it to be this cold.

I know it's Winter but it's still in the early stages.

"Put this on." He says handing me his leather jacket.

All he has on is a t-shirt too but he looks way more cold.

Just as I am about to object he says, "Don't try to fight with me on this one. You can use it... It's the nice thing to do."

Since when does Zayn want to be nice?

"Are you okay?" I laugh and put on his leather jacket just to make him happy.

"I'm fine. I told you, I just don't want to ruin it... I'm scared." He admits as I nod.

We get to his parent's house and it looks all festive for the Winter season.

The soft rain falling from the ground reminds me of Christmas snow...

Are we even going to be together on Christmas?

"Shaylen! Zayn!" Zayn's mom gasps and lets us in.

"Hi mum." He says kissing her on the cheek.

His mother looks as if she is going to have a heart attack at any moment. I don't think Zayn has ever even been the least bit friendly with his parents. Ever.

"Hello son." His father says from his office.

Zayn goes to hug his dad and it really is scaring me.

"I don't know what you did... But thank you." Zayn's mother smiles to me and I smile wearily back.

Z A Y N

I never want this moment to end. It just feels like it could end at any time and I really don't want that to be the case. Everything right now feels too good to be true.

Waliyha pulls Shaylen up to her room to talk to her and I suddenly feel a shift in change between my parents and I.

"I thought you two were over." My mother says calmly sipping her coffee.

"I thought we were too."

"You love her?"

"Y-Yes."

"Well I sure hope so, Zayn. I am tired of you lying." My mum states.

"I'm not lying, Mum. I really do love her... It's just that all of this was for that stupid thing that H-"

"Hi! What did I miss?" Shaylen squeaks as my face pales.

Shit. I hope she didn't hear any of that.

"N-Nothing." I stutter hoping that my mum won't say anything.

I didn't do this as a game. I just wanted to win. All I wanted to do was win so that I could show Harry up.

I didn't know that she was going to be this loving, caring, and funny. I thought she was just boring and shy.

Instantly I feel bad and as Shaylen and my parents are talking about her internship/job, I feel myself drifting off. Daydreaming.

S H A Y L E N

"It pays $500 a week. All you are required to do is edit some prompters and review the photos to make sure they are in good shape and quality. Shall you start on Monday?" Zayn's dad asks.

"Yes! That'd be great, thank you!" I say as Zayn looks deep in thought.

"We better go..." Zayn says.

He is very distant with me. I am not entirely sure why but I feel like it is because of me.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask as we get to his dorm room.

"No Shaylen... It's not that." He sighs running a hand through his hair.

"What's w-"

"Shaylen. We're moving fast. I don't know. I just want you to know that I love you so much and I always have."

Something tells me that this isn't about me.

I stay quiet as he sighs.

"Give me an hour. I need you to hear me out. But I'm horrible with words." With that, he leaves me standing there not understanding anything.

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This chapter seems a bit rushed but you have to understand that Shaylen and Zayn kind of have an obsession with each other... And real love is like that... You will also find out what he is talking about in the next chapter !

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