Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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My tired body and tortured mind are playing tricks on me, more than usual of course. But, I know Zayn is not in the lot, I just am only wishing he was. Which is why my brain is choosing to see that damn truck and golden eyes every time I turn my head.

"What's the time?" I ask the man behind the ticket counter.

"Ten past five." He says in a rude tone while giving the lady her ticket. Now that I've thought about it she never told me her name, I guess it's better that way since I won't ever see her again. Or this precious baby in my arms.

"C'mere Jim." She says while taking the baby from my arms. I don't know what I'm going to do after she leaves, I have enough money for a cheap motel for the night and I can buy another bus ticket.

"Do you know him?" She asks and points to the parking lot, I see Zayn again. Is he really here? He can't be, but then again there's absolutely no one else on this lot, except for an old couple.

"Um.. I don't know." I say still in shock, did he actually chase after me? My body grows still and my feet are glued. He's actually here and I don't know if I'll believe it since it's to good to be true. I need to put my arms around him to truly believe that he came after me.

"Well he's staring at you like your the love of his life!" She laughs and I give her a hug before making my way to the door. He's leaning against that truck with his hands in his pockets and that charming smirk.

I start to lightly jog to him when he pulls his body away from the car and walks towards me. I still can't believe what I'm seeing as I run faster towards him, there's a slight wind which makes my hair blow in my face and I'm hoping I don't look like an idiot as I run and hug him.

This wasn't just any hug like before, I'm so happy to see him and now I know he's actually here. I can't hold it in, I'm happy to see him and have his presence next to mine.

"I thought I'd never see you again." I say as his arms grip my body to his. He's got a good hold on me and his warmth penetrates on to my body, I shutter as he puts his head against my shoulder's and grips me even tighter. I exchange the gesture by squeezing him. I don't think I've ever felt a better feeling than being in his arms.

"I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't just watch you walk away." He says and I stare into his eyes before resting my head on his shoulder, I don't want to let go of him. "I just want it to be you, me and my beat up truck." He says and it's better than reading poetry, his voice is poetry and music to my ears.

"I want that also." I assure him before pulling back and picking my bag up from the ground, I had quickly let go of it out of shock from seeing Zayn. "I want to go to Montana with you and see the country with you, and even though I know my constant talk of how badly novel's end or how stupid my hair looks in the morning will get annoying. I know you'll be there because you have been there more than anyone else and I've only known you for four days."

My compliment makes the corner of his mouth turn and I can feel the bond between us tighten, drawing me towards him. I hug him again, I can't help myself.

"If anything that should be what I need. Your the first person of your kind that doesn't look at me like I'm some dangered species, you left your parents and all I feel is guilt for taking you away. I'm sorry this is your life, but I'm going to be here. I'm never going to turn away from you." My eyes start to water but I push the tears back and let go of his embrace.

"What're we supposed to do know?" I say and we both let out tiny laugh's at how far we've come and how we haven't got a clue on what were going to do next.

"Haven't got a single clue." He flashes me a smile and I wince at the pain I could've had if he was to never come for me, I never would've been able to see that smile again. "Let's just drive for a while." He offers and walks me back to his truck, I already prefer the cushioned seats over the buses metal benches.