VIII. asleep
[Zayn's POV]
Five days since she accepted my deal, we had just finished a movie and I was driving her home.
"Zayn?" Came her ever soothing voice.
"Mmhm?" I replied, keeping my hands on the wheel but tilting my head slightly to look at her.
"Can I...go back to your place?" She asked.
Taken aback at first, I asked her why.
"I don't know. I just...never mind." She blushed and looked away.
"Forget I asked, I'll take you to mine."
I looked over and smiled at her, my heart beginning to race when a smile slowly rose on her face, highlighting her cheekbones.
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Once we arrived at mine, Thalia had fallen asleep.
I raised my eyebrows as I got out the car, closing the door.
Making my way round the car to her door, I opened it and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Thalia." I uttered, trying to wake her.
Her eyes flitted open slightly and she lazily raised one arm, "Carry me."
Smiling, and rolling my eyes, I wrapped my arms around her small body and hoisted her out of the car.
I couldn't resist the urge to place a kiss on her neck and inhale the sweet smell of her.
Her hair fell around her face and I brushed it back, able to hear the light sounds of her gentle breathing as she slept in my arms.
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Giving her time to change into some of my pyjama bottoms, I then combed her hair, upon request, and tried my very best at plaiting it.
She smiled sleepily and uttered a 'thank you', sinking into her side of the bed.
I drew the white blankets over her and dimmed the bedroom lights.
I seemed to be doing this a lot lately, but I didn't mind.
Kissing her forehead, I contemplated that maybe I was becoming too soft. I was never like this around Perrie, which was a strange thought.
Being around Thalia was just so...comforting.
She may have been standoffish and rude some days and sweet and shy the others, but either way, I enjoyed her company.
Leaving the bedroom and quietly closing the door behind me, I extracted my phone from my trouser pocket and dialled Harry's number.
He was obviously one of my best friends. Although I trusted the other boys, Harry would be the last one to make fun of me for my crush on Thalia.
"Hello?"
"Hi Harry, I need your advice."
"Shoot." He replied.
"There's this girl..."
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The nape of her neck was exposed as her plait lay on her right shoulder. I noticed a small beauty spot on her neck, itching to touch it.
I admired her quietly; she looked so innocent and content, her dark, long eyelashes kissing her cheeks, her thick eyebrows slightly furrowed.
There was something so enthralling and genuine about her, and it was clearly making me insane.
She had a jejune ability to make me weak at the knees, no matter how hard I tried to be cool.
I just hoped she would learn to love before the end of December. I hoped she could love someone like me.
She woke up with a tiny yawn, startling me.
My heart skittered a little and I averted my eyes, pretending to glance elsewhere.
"I fell asleep...again." She sat up and then got out of bed, making me jump.
"Where are you going?" I asked, sounding upset even to my ears.
She laughed, "Home."
I was quick to stand up. "Why do you keep running away from me?" I asked, frowning.
"I have a home."
"You told me you wanted to come here. Why was that?" I prompted.
"Nothing. You said you'd drop it."
Gently reaching for her waist, I searched for her eyes with mine and she looked at me after some time. "You've been hurt and you've been numbing yourself with the idea that love is...that you're incapable of love. Or that you'll make the same mistake as before. But look at you; it's simple - you want love. That's why you agreed to my deal, isn't it; because you imagined falling in love and having that certain euphoria again? Don't go."
She was quiet and unsteady on her feet as she wavered. "I'm sorry."
I dreaded the idea that I would lose her, but she was an untameable force by nature.
A feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I would lose her.
She entangled her fingers in my hair and brought her raspberry coloured lips to mine after whispering, "I never meant to hurt you."
I kissed her back, but her lips didn't feel the same.
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