Fighting Against All Odds (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Nine - Confessions

Zayn's POV

Mum said she wanted a moment to speak to me, and asked Myra to leave. After she leaves, Mum makes me sit on the bed.  

'Hmm, so Zayn, she came here in the night, yes?' 

'No, in the morning, at 6.' 

'Ah. And where did she sleep?' She asks. 

This question sends a fuzzy feeling in my stomach, my cheeks burn red. My head goes down, and Mum noticed my embarrassment. 

'Aha! She slept with you, didn't she?' 

I don't reply but my cheeks still burn. Mum notices that she's hit the bulls eye. 

'Did you do any-' 

I cut her off before she embarrasses me more. 'No no no! We didn't! She just slept in my arms. That's it!' 

She laughs and strokes my hair. 

'What's goin' on with her parents?' 

I sigh, 'Dunno. But her Mom wanted a divorce... '

'That's a serious matter indeed...' Mum says thoughtfully. 

'Yeah, and she was cryin' when she came here. I can't see her cry like this, be hurt. Its just-' 

'You like her don't you?' Mum asks. 

That question leaves me stunned. I blush, yet again. How does she know? 

Do I love her? Wait, who am I kidding? Of course I do! Ever since that first day when she saw me through the balcony, she just captured my attention. 

Mum gets up, and goes towards the door without an answer. Before going, she says, 'I know you do,' 

'How?' I whisper. 

She hears this, 'Simple. The way you look at her, speak about her, blush at the mention of her name, everything...Its quite obvious, honey,' She says and exits my room.

* * *

When I go down, Myra is teaching Safaa to paint, and helping Waliyha do her stitching work.  

'Safaa! That's amazing,' I say. 

'Myra helped me do it.' Safaa admits. 

'Cool,' I say and I wink at Myra. 

'There are no more pancakes for you, lazy boi!' She smiles. 

'Aww, snap! I'll eat Safaa instead!' I joke around and pick Safaa up, and tickle her. 

'I saved you some, stupid.' Myra admits, and I flash her a smile. 

'Myra! When did you come?' Doniya says, rubbing her eyes from her sleep. 

Myra doesn't know what to say, and I cut in before she says 'last night'. 

'She came today morning, to help Mum make something.' I say, too fast. 

'She has a mouth, you know Zayn,' Doniya frowns, and leaves. 

I flop down next to Myra, and when no ones looking, my arms snakes around her waist. Her eyes pop up in surprise. 

'What if anyone sees?!' She hisses, in no more than a whisper. I decide to tease her. 

'So, you're worried if anyone sees us cozying up here, but not if my arms around your waist, bringing me closer to you?' 

She blushes instantly, and lets a curtain of hair fall over her face, acting as a barrier against us. I swipe the hair away, and she falls back into me. 

Everyone notices, but no one says a thing, and no eyebrows shot up. Thank god.

'Do you wanna go back?' 

'Where?' She whispers. 

'Your home.' 

She sits upright. She shakes her head. 'But you'll have to,' I whisper. 

'Are you trying to get rid of me?'  

'What?! No! I'm just-' 

'...trying to get rid of me, yes?' 

'Shh! No, stupid! I'm just concerned.' 

'Maybe, I should go. I need to know what happened, why.' 

'You sure?' 

She nodded. 

'Then off you go.'