What Is Love - Zayn Malik

Chapter 27

Aliya's POV:

My breathing is uneven. My brain can't process the fact that I just gave Zayn a blowjob. What was I thinking? What about Harry, what will I tell him? How will I explain this to him? He's going to hate me.

"Look Zayn, I hope you know this wasn't something serious, it was just the heat of the moment, and anyways I was drunk." I lied, because that's the only way out. I can't tell him the truth, because the truth is connected to many other lies.

"Are you fucking kidding me? How easy is it for you to play around with people like this? I was right you are a fucking slut! I should've known, you don't have to give an explanation, it's not like I took it seriously, of course it didn't mean anything. I know exactly who you are. I expect worse from you, and anyways it was a drunken mistake."

His words cut like knives. So all this time he was drunk? He's right I am a slut. I cheated on Harry, with no one else but Zayn. I deserve worse.

"You're right Zayn, I'm a fucking whore! You know what hurts the most, the people I loved are the ones that turned me into a slut." I'm done with this bullshit. I'm gonna tell Zayn the truth, because I'm tired of keeping it in. It's not like him and Amira are still in a relationship.

He gave me a confused look.

"What the fuck are you trying to say.... Spill!" Zayn is so oblivious.

"When I first moved here, Amira told me all about you, she said you guys are getting into an arranged marriage and that your parents want you guys to see each other and get to know each other better. She told me she didn't like you and that she wants me to help her, she made me k—kiss you that day..." tears streamed down my face when I explained everything to Zayn. He didn't say a word throughout the explanation.

"But I know one thing for sure, I never wanted to hurt you Zayn, I always wanted the best for you, and I hated the fact that Amira wanted to do this to you, but after my parents and my brother died, she was my only family, I couldn't say no to her. The only beautiful memory from this whole situation was, that I grew feelings for you Zayn. I always told myself to stop and move on, but I couldn't. I became addicted to you, even if I started to hangout with Harry more often just to get my mind off of you, I couldn't. I am in love with you Zayn, I know you don't feel the same way so you don't have to say—" I was about finish my sentence when Zayn cupped my face and kissed me.

The kiss is sweet and passionate, just like the one we shared when we first kissed although this one had feelings that wanted me to cry of happiness. We pulled away when we were out of breath.

"Babe, you don't have to explain yourself to me any further, I trust you and I'm glad I met you." He was wearing the biggest smile I've ever seen, however something was really bothering me in the back of my head.

He didn't say it back to me...

I was pulled out of my thoughts, when Zayn addressed me.

"Aliya, I love you too."

It's like the planets collided when he said those three words. He loves me back! It felt like I was on cloud 9, as if we had nothing to worry about, as if the world revolves around us. So this is what love feels like.

After our little confession session, Zayn and I went out on a walk in the village. Its 5 in the morning, and there are no signs of us going back to the hotel room. We can't stop talking about how we started liking each other and all the little things we enjoyed in our journey. It feels like I've known Zayn for years.

Zayn's POV:

We're walking hand in hand on a sidewalk of an empty street. I can't stop smiling at the fact that Aliya loves me. Although the thought of her and Harry keeps bothering me.

"Aliya, what about Harry?" I really wish she would want to stay with me instead.

"What about him Zayn? We don't have to tell anyone anything, I want to be with you and only you, and nothing can change that, and anyways if you recall, you and I ran away, so we kind of have to live together, because I ain't going anywhere without you." Her answer took me off guard. She's so innocent and free spirited. This only makes me realize how much I love her. I'll do anything to be with her, and regarding the contract for the property, I can simply get married to Aliya so mum won't face any problems either.

"Aliya can I ask you for something?" my palms are sweaty and I know she's going to be really shocked at what I'm going to ask her but I know this is the right time.

She nodded in response, she looks curious. I bent down on my knees and asked for her hand.

"Will you marry me?"
By the time I asked her that, she already had tears in her eyes, as if this was her dream that's coming true.

"Y—yes Zayn I will marry you!" she replied with such enthusiasm. I got back on my feet and kissed her.

When we pulled away, she jumped in excitement.

"Zayn this calls for celebration, let's get some ice cream from the little cabin across the street!" she was half way her sentence when she started running across the street.

"Hey Aliya watch out you're crossing the street!" she's so excited, I smiled to myself.

"Zayn I don't fear anything, not even death, I love—ZAYN!" that was the last thing I heard from her.

"ALIYA!"

This can't be true, this isn't happening to me! No, no no no!

I ran towards the tiny body lying in the middle of the street. My baby, my Aliya.

I held her body close to mine. And rested her head on my lap.

"Aliya, you can't leave me like this. Please talk to me baby." Tears are streaming down my face I can't even breathe properly.

No reply.

I tried to check her pulse. I felt nothing. She's not breathing!

"ALIYA!"

Author's note:

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE, AND IM ALSO SORRY FOR ALIYA'S DEATH BUT DON'T WORRY THERE IS A LOT TO COME AHEAD

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