The phone call that changed my life

Back home

I woke up in the morning feeling kisses on my neck, I missed those kisses so much.

"Mmh...I missed waking up like this"

"I know, I missed waking you up like this"

I kissed him and I hugged him resting my head on his chest. I touched with my hand his perfect abdominals.

So I decided to tease him a little bit.

"What do you do to keep in shape these bricks?" I said touching him with one finger.

"Mah..." he chuckled. Heck, I guess he understood my game.

"Tell me, I want to know"

"You could be too young to know that baby" he said smiling. I looked up resting my head on my arm.

"Oh really?"

"Yes" he laughed.

"Alright, you'll pay for this bad boy" I said faking a smile.

"Zayn?" I added.

"Mmh?"

"I'm sorry for what I told you last night, I was mad"

"Don't worry, I understand. It's doesn't matter anymore" he replied and he kissed me.

"So..." he said.

"So what?"

"You weren't a virgin when we did it for the first time"

"Zayn!" I said and I hit him with my pillow.

"What?"

"Where does this question come from?"

"Well, it's an important question"

"You don't know him"

"I am Zayn Malik, I know everybody" he said and I started to laugh.

"I don't believe so. I won't tell you anyway, it's private"

"But I want to know"

"No! If I ask you that, would you answer?"

"You don't know her"

"The world is small"

"I need to know, now that we're dating" I looked at him.

"We didn't...we never talked about it"

"We are talking now! I love you and I want to be with you. Do you want to be with me?"

Please Marta no. Don't think. No, don't think about it. But now I am thinking about it! Oh fuck...

"Yes" he smiled and he kissed me with passion. We pulled away when my phone started to ring.

"Hello? Oh hi mom. Yes I'm still alive, yes I'm still with him. Ehm, I don't know. Wait, I'll ask him"

"Mom wants to know if you want to eat lunch with us, don't worry Victoria won't be there" I told him.

"Ok then" he laughed while he was kissing my forehead.

"Mother? Are you still there? Mom? Zayn said yes. What time should we be there? Alright, see you there. Bye" I said and I hung up.

"What time should we be there?" he asked me.

"Around 1 pm"

"So we have to get up, it's 12.15"

"Ok, I'll take a shower"

"Hi mom, Merry Christmas" I said and I hugged her.

"Merry Christmas to you too honey"

"Good morning ma'am, Merry Christmas" Zayn said in English.

"Merry Christmas to you too Zayn" mom replied.

"Does your mom speak English?" he asked me.

"Yeah, just a little bit"

"What about your dad?"

"No, he doesn't"

We ate lunch together and we had fun. My parents tried to teach Zayn some sentences in Italian.

"Oh my goodness...I've already forgotten everything" Zayn laughed

"Italian is hard"

"Yes really hard. Listen Marta, I have to tell you something" he said while we were hugging each other on the couch.
"What?"

"I have to go back to England"

My heart stopped beating and slowly I began to have tears in my eyes. He can't leave me, not now...

"No, please don't go"

"I have to. The lads texted me, they said they're recording the new album and they need me. We'll see each other again baby. I promise"

"When do you have to leave?"

"Now"

"Now? But it's Christmas!" I said crying.

"I know. The jet is already at the airport, I have to go"

"Can I come with you to the airport?"

"Of course love" I kissed him and we got up. We walked towards the kitchen.

"Goodbye ma'am, it was really nice meeting you" Zayn said and he shacked my mom's hand.

"It was nice to meet you too, I hope I'll see you again soon"

"Thank you, I hope too" he said and he turned around to face dad.

"Goodbye sir"

"Bye Zayn, take care of my daughter. If you hurt her I have a lot of guns in the garage and I'm not scared to use them" he said to Zayn. He looked at me and I translated smiling. Zayn widened his eyes but then replied.

"Don't worry, it will never happen"

After we said goodbye we stepped in his car and they took us to the airport. I squeezed his hand, I don't want him to go but I have to accept it.

We arrived at the airport and we walked in through the back door to avoid the fans.

"The jet is ready Zayn. We can go" a bodyguard said. Zayn nodded and he hugged me.

"When will I see you again?"

"Soon baby, I promise. I'll call you every time I can even on Skype. When I won't be able to, I'll text you" he said while a tear fell on his face. I nodded and I kissed him.

"Zayn let's go" the same man called him. He took Zayn's arm and he walked away.

"I'll miss you" I told him.

"I love you Marta. You're my life" he told me while he was wiping his tears away.

I didn't know it was possible to be so in love that it hurts. I love him and I never told him.

"I love you too" I said to myself. Then I saw the door of the jet being closed and after a couple of minutes he flew away from me.

Who knows when I'll see him again.

ZAYN'S POV

I walked in the jet and I took a seat. I looked outside the window and I hoped to see her again but I didn't. I love her so much and this time I told her that. She's my life now, she is the person I want to be with.

I'll never leave her and this is a promise I make to myself.

After a while the jet moved and I flew away. Away from her, from my love.

"I'll see you again baby, I swear" I whispered before I fell asleep.