ABSTRACT • Zayn Malik F.F *EDITING****

Nineteen

I woke up in the back of the car with the sun shining through the windows. I sat up and saw Zayn sitting on the hood of my car facing sunrise. I got out of the car with a headache and I smelt bad.

"Hey..." I said to Zayn and he looked at me. He nodded his head and then moved over a bit on the hood and I sat right beside him. "Hi..." he said. I looked at him, "Sorry about last night." I said. He nodded and then smiled, "its fine." He said and I nodded.

We just sat there looking at the sun, "I am really sorry though." I said again and he just nodded his head and looked at the sun. "I'm sorry too." He said. I raised my eyebrow, "why?" I asked.

He turned his head to face me and pointed to the hickeys on his neck. I nodded and shrugged, "whatever."

"We need to work on the project today..." he said. I squinted my eyes because of the sun, "yeah..." I said. He just looked at the sunrise and he looked perfect. The sun reflected off of his face exposing every inch of it. He looked like the shiniest apple on the tree. "You looked really nice last night..." he said. I smiled, "you think so?" I asked, he smirked "yeah."

"Do you really like Dave?" he asked. I shrugged; I didn't want to even think about seeing Dave ever again. I embarrassed myself. "No." I told Zayn who was satisfied with my answer, "Do you really like Jane?" I asked him and he just shrugged. "She is alright I guess." He told me.

"Oh." I sighed and then Zayn looked at me, "Want to go work on the project now?" he asked me kind of quickly. I nodded and he got into the driver's seat.

"I never got to say sorry for leaving you at the Doctor's two days ago." I told Zayn, he just shrugged and drove. "I really am sorry." I said. He just bit his lip, "I know." He said.

"You're always saying sorry..." he said. I nodded and the drive to the house took a while. But it was a bit nice because I liked being around Zayn. "I hated you last night." Zayn said. I nodded and then rubbed my forehead. "I know you did."

"I just hate when you treat yourself with such disrespect." He said. I nodded, "I was drunk." I said. And then he laughed, "no shit." He said.

"You swore at me yesterday, for the first time ever." He said. I frowned, "I know I'm sorry." I said. Then he tapped the stirring wheel, "I didn't think I'd care so much that you did but I did for some reason." He said.

I kind of sulked in my own dirt. We got to the studio soon after that, I went inside and grabbed a pink spraycan. "We need to work on our last wall." He said.

I nodded, this was it. We were almost finished this project. After this there wouldn't be any point to Zayn and I even being around each other. "Okay..." I said.

After a few hours of painting, we were done. "It looks amazing." I said. We drew everything we thought about each other. I didn't realize how much I knew about Zayn or how much he knew about me until I saw this piece. "It's beautiful." I said adding to my 'amazing' comment. Zayn smiled, "It means a lot to me." Zayn said.

I nodded, "me too." I said.

I knew I cared about Zayn, but I didn't know I cared about him this much. I realized why I didn't leave him or why he was always in the back of my mind. I finally figured out what all of this meant and I didn't know how to put it into words. But I wanted to desperately tell him.

I looked over at Zayn who was a bit sweaty from working so hard on this, "I figured it out." I said and Zayn raised an eyebrow.

I looked over at Zayn's part of the wall, he drew stilettos representing a woman, and he painted orchids which are the representation of love. He drew a girl with her hands covering her eyes, someone who has lost a lot and was in pain. All of the things he drew represented me.

I looked over at my wall and I saw all of the pictures, motorcycles, 'Z', and black and red, cupcakes, and music notes. I drew words like, "protected" and "safe".

"Do you see this?" I asked Zayn who just shrugged, "I love you." I said to Zayn. Zayn smiled, "I love you." He said.

Everything added up now. I stared at Zayn and we walked to each other and our lips finally touched. His arms wrapped around waist and it was perfect. I feel at home in his arms. His lips felt perfect on mine and everything felt right.

He released himself, "I don't know what you've done to me..." he whispered putting his nose on mine. "I don't know..." I mumbled.

"I loved you the minute you kissed my hand when I cuddled you to sleep." He whispered to me. I laughed, "You were awake?" I felt embarrassed. He just nodded and kissed me again, it felt so right to kiss him.

"I hated you when I first saw you." I said with a little giggle at the end, and then Zayn just laughed. "I hated you too."

I kissed him one more time because I could; I always knew in the back of my mind that I loved Zayn it just took me a long time to believe myself. 

Love: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person.