Fix You (Sequel to The Arts)

Chapter 1

"Slow dancing in a burning room," she sings, her eyes focusing on the road in front of us.

I let my chin settle in my hand, my elbow resting on the top of the compartment separating us as I listen to my girlfriend sing along to the music. 

"Zayn," Sinu calls me from the backseat.

"Hmm?" I hum, not taking my eyes of Camila. Her perfectly constructed jawline, her soft lips and the way every note that comes out of them are perfectly in tune. They all come together

"Honey, you're drooling," she giggles.

I let my hand drop and turn to see a giggle fit with the three women in the back. Dinah and her mom's faces are practically tomatoes and Sinu was on the verge of tears.

"I like hearing her sing! What's wrong with that?" I defend myself and turn back to my girlfriend whose face was also as red as a tomato.

"She's blushing!" Mama Hansen teases but I only roll my eyes again.

My eyes go to catch a glimpse of my girlfriend. She bites down on her lip and brings one hand to touch the side of her face.

"Guys, you're distracting me!" she whines, failing to fight the smile on her lips.

Only a few moments later, the three children in the back found the opportunity to tease the living hell out of us. At this point, no tomato to ever grow had anything on Camila's face. I found it odd how she was able to smile so much without it hurting.

That is until she threated to turn this car around and scold them; making me laugh my ass off.

I already knew I had to cherish this moment. For the first time in a long time lately, all it's ever been between us was a load of worrying. We were too careful to be overly happy.

I guess now I understood what Camila meant when she said she never really liked getting her hopes up. With Sinu, it was hard to keep high hopes around her because just the next day it'll be back to the hospital.

Camila knew. Of course she did. She's a smart girl.

She was the one who told me. Who taught me. She even let me read the note in her journal.

Every moment should be cherished. She had scribbled down in black ink.
Because although you are still
with the same people,
some moments just can't be recreated.
You can never get that feeling you had
when something first happened.
And you'll be wishing
to go back and relive it.
So cherish it all.

How she came to be so wise? I still don't know. But it's true.

She does cherish it all. She bought a new polaroid camera and takes pictures literally everyday. Sinu's birthday, Sofi's birthday and even Darcy's birthday. One helluva party too.

It just saddens me that no matter how much we prepare for the storm to come ahead, and no matter how hard we think it's going to hit us, no one will be ready for the disaster that is yet to strike.

"Babe?" Camila's delicate voice pulls me away from my thoughts. I tear my gaze away from the window and to her. "Why are you so worried?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "Who says I'm worried?"

"The fact that we've been in the driveway for two minutes and everyone's already inside kinda says something," a devious smile creeps onto her lips.

I let my head fall back against the seat. "You just have a really beautiful driveway. I feel like I don't appreciate it as much."

She swats my arm playfully. "Tell me," she pouts.