My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

What if?

'I looked into those eyes, deep like ocean, and I got lost.
Deep inside them'

Listen to 'Somebody to you by the vamps'
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Zayn POV
I had her around my arms with my jacket snuggled over her shoulders. Her head was drowned as I felt like she had probably gone asleep. I leaned my head over her's sniffing the  particular scent of Jess. I drifted her apart from college previously maybe because it was way too fast for her to know a billion new things. I took a cab before it was late and here I was watching the rain drops trickle on the window while I closed my eyes and felt as if every single aspect of happiness hugged me hard.

Feeling that way wasn't usual at all. Not that Jess was a possession I wanted to take control of but I had never felt this feeling before. The feeling of satisfaction and the feeling of getting someone you thought was always impossible. A sudden thought of Bethany hit my mind. What if Jess me asked about her? Is she ready for another truth? No. As far as I know her, she is still a rough path. I need to make it smooth no matter how long it takes or how many lies it counts.

The train of my thoughts stopped to an unexpected brake while I heard the cab driver telling me to get off. God these people. It's been actually a decade I have met a kind hearted cab driver. I passed him a glare as Jess woke up immediately. I carried her half on my shoulders and unlocked the door to my place real fast. I didn't knew why I brought her here. I mean it's been a month probably I have been staying at Lou's, but right now I feel like this wasn't an appropriate situation at all. I need to make Jess feel comfortable and self possessed, I want to make her feel that she has me for now and as far as I know myself, I never fail.

The very predictable mess of my place spilled right in front of my eyes. I took Jess to a couch that was surprisingly clean, clean enough for someone to lay down. She had real exhausted eyes with pain. I made her lay with quite relaxation and draped a quilt on her. I knelt down watching her sleep that way. She carefully took breaths and peacefully won my heart which was already invaded by her. I took her hand and rubbed it. She woke up suddenly, noticing the sudden change around her.

'Where are we, Zayn?'
Her voice trembled.

'It's my place J. How are you feeling now?'

'But are they still here? I can hear their laughs Zayn. I know they are still here.'
She pulled me closer, defending her views.

'Jess listen. Listen to me. No one's here. No one's laughing. Nothing at all happened. You are here with me.'
I sat beside her.

'I am scared. What about college tommorow. I can't face any of them. Zayn, what if they still have those flyers?'
I know she was panicking. Her entire face showed represented terror. I cupped her face with my hands.

'You know what I liked about you the moment we had our talk for the first time?'

She nodded for me to continue.

'I loved that attitude. I loved it. I wanted to be like you. I admired the way you never effing cared about people around you. You knew who you were and there was nothing anyone could change about you.'

'But that was before I met you.'

'Am I the reason behind you humiliations?'

'I don't know.'

'No Jess, tell me. You hate me because I came into your life and changed the way you look like to people. Is it that?'

'It's about people. They think.. no I think I don't deserve you. You belong to a totally different planet.'