Those Eyes... (Zerrie Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

I was on my way to his house! Eek! I was extremely excited to bits! His house! HIS HOUSE! The only thing wrong was the car ride, it was as if my mum was purposely driving extra slow to tease me but why should she? I just could not hold my horses together! Finally she parked next to one giant and gorgeous bungalow. It was surrounded by lush green lawn with beautiful red roses and tulips contrasting the white skin of the house, making the house look pretty heavenly. Whoa! Since when did English teachers get paid a fortune!

"Wow! Your teacher must be loaded rich!" mum gasped in awe. 

"Wait till you see him." I said. Then realised whom I said it to, I changed the topic and hurried my way to the glorious bungalow. My mum waved goodbye, signalling she'll pick me up by 8pm. I turned around to knock on the pale white door only to be face to face with Zayn standing opposite me. Holy crap he was hot!

"Glad you could make it." he said with the dazzling sweet smile. I literally didn't know what to say in reply so I just smiled back.

He led me through the cool painted blue walls of his hallway with a touch of white, making the whole hallway look as if we were under an ocean or up in the warm blue sky. As we walked towards the living room, I spotted various different paintings and artifacts hung on the walls. Both classic and modern. Zayn's mind must be this creative and beautiful too, just like his outer self. We eventually reached the living room which was also very massive with plush white sofas and rugs in one corner and a plasma TV fitted at the heart of the room. I was interrupted by his musical voice.

"Perrie? Do you need something to eat first or anything?"

"No thank you." Aw! How caring and considerate was he! We sat down on the plush sofas, I took my poetry book out and sneaked a look up at Zayn who was sat next to me. He was probably waiting to start the tuition soon. Only I knew that this was no tuition but just an excuse for me to spend more time with him...

"So what do you need help in Perrie?" he asked. I flicked open my book to something we had already previously done in class.

"I do not get the point of this poem." I said. Zayn moved closer to me to see the book better, causing butterflies to explode within me. We spent an hour doing this but the only thing I was paying attention to was him. The way his lips moved ever so softly, the way his hands moved in motion with his words, sometimes touching me accidentally (showering me with shivers in the process) and the way his brown eyes never moved it's fixed gaze from mines. Then something horrible happened, ruining this perfect little magical moment in a split of a second. My tummy rumbled a huge roar, shifting his eyes away from mines. Damn!

"Are you hungry?"

"No no. It was just random. I am not hungry." He  looked at me with those concerned eyes.

"Honestly." I said again.

"I think we ought to take a break for a bit." He said and motioned for me to follow him so I got up and obeyed. When we reached the kitchen (very grand as expected), he turned around and asked "What would you like to eat?" I was taken back.

"Erm... I don't know? I told you I am not hungry."

"Perrie, don't be shy with me. Tell me." I felt my cheeks flush up.

"Er... I really don't know to be honest." 

Suddenly my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Perrie, listen can you take a bus back home honey? My boss just called me up and I have to go sweety." It was my mum. 

"Yeah sure mum. Of course."

"Is she here so soon?" Zayn asked looking a bit disappointed.

"No. She said she can't make it today so I'll have to take a bus."

"Oh. Well, I have decided to make pasta since that's one of the only thing I can make decent." 

"Ooh! I love me some pasta!"

"I thought you weren't hungry?" he teased.

"Just kidding, why don't you help me out."

I ended up chopping onions for the sauce. My waterworks began as soon I began slicing the onions but I didn't want to look like a useless twat so I turned around sheepishly and continued to chop the damn onions.

"OW!" a scream rushed out of my mouth. Next thing I know, Zayn is right by my side, holding my hand and sucking the cut finger. A rush of heavenly warm feeling washed all over my body in that instant. I could feel his hands grip mines tightly and his mouth literally licking my finger, trying to stop the blood flowing out. I breathed a huge sigh when he let go.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah..." was all I could utter.

"No you're not. You are crying." his voice went slightly concerned or was I just imagining all this?

"Oh that's the wicked onion's doing."

Zayn wiped my tears off with his warm, soft hands and instructed me to sit down on the tall black chairs of the dining table so he could put a plaster on my wounded finger. I obliged to him, watching him carefully take my hand as if I were made of glass and neatly put the plaster on. I just kept watching him endlessly.

"Are you sure you are fine Perrie?"

"Yes. More than fine. Trust me." I reassured him. He looked into my eyes.

"Okay I believe you. But you will not do any cooking from now on okay. You got that."

"Yes sir."

"That's right. Just sit there like a good girl until I finish this."

I nodded like a good girl, watching my English teacher cook for me. It was a beautiful moment and a divine sight.