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

Chapter Twelve - Safe

I wake up slowly, the morning light creeping through the curtain, making checked patterns on the wood floor. The fan beside me slowly pushes my hair on and off my face. I look up. 

Zayn. 

My face is against his chest, slowly moving up and down to match with his breathing. My hands are wrapped in his, and our legs are tangled. We're still clothed, but he sends warmth to my body. 

I take this time to admire him. Lips. His lips are pink, and I feel a sudden urge to kiss him, but I gain some self control, telling myself that I couldn't - shouldn't - think about being with him. 

Eyes. Though they're closed, I can tell that they're covered with vivid hazel patterns, a real beauty. 

His hair, just like mine, is messy. I lift my hand slowly and I comb my hand through his smooth hair. His eyes slightly twitch. He doesn't wake up. 

My eyes trail down to his neck. I finally lose my self control and press my lips, ever so softly, against his neck. He smells wonderful. 

'Caught ya.'  

I look up to see Zayn, smiling, still sleepy. Awkwardly, I try to get up, but he grabs my hands, and pulls me on top him. My breathing quickens. 

'I liked it.' 

'What?' 

'You, secretly admiring me...'  

'What?! I wasn't!' I insist. 

'Really? Then why did your breathing quicken when you saw me? Why did your heartbeat increase? Why did you drag your slender fingers through my hair?' 

I caught my breath. 'You knew all that? How?' 

He smiles. 'You're connected to me, that's how.' 

I don't quite understand him, but the shouting from downstairs interrupts me. 

'Now what?' I sigh. 

I reluctantly peel myself off him and go downstairs. 

Mom. Dad. 

Nothing's broken -thank God- but they're worried. 

'You're here?' I ask, questioning their presence. Maybe I'm just sleepy. 

They nod. 

'Parr...You said you wouldn't come.' 

(Parr means 'But') 

They nervously exchange glances. 

Mom breaks the silence, 'Naina ki shaadi hain na, tho, (Naina's marriage is there, right) we thought we'd figure things out.' 

I raise an eyebrow. They don't sound too convincing. I forgot about Naina's marriage. That's the main reason why I've waxed in the first place. No one speaks. 

Dad breaks the silence, 'I'm going to do some work,' and heads upstairs, leaving a whole lot of unanswered questions. 

'Ma?'  

Her eyes are filled with tears, and she heads to the kitchen. 

'Ma.' I say more firmly. 

'Kya hua?' She screams. 

'I'm s'posed to ask that. What happened?' 

She takes a deep breath, and drinks water. 

'Main baad mein batayungi.' 

(I'll tell you later) 

Before I get a chance to reply, Dad screams from upstairs. 'Myraaa! Idhar aao! (Come here!)' 

It takes no more than a second to realize what happened. Dad went upstairs. Zayn's upstairs. Dad saw Zayn. 

Fucking shit. 

I leave Mom abandoned, and dash upstairs. 

What if Dad saw Zayn? 

What if Dad saw Zayn shirtless? 

What if Dad recognizes Zayn from the Double Decker that day? 

What if Dad puts the two and two together and realizes that rebellious punk was me? 

Upstairs, I see Dad standing outside the door, fiercely twisting the handle. 

'This isn't opening!' Dad complains. 

I put on my best fake smile. 'Maybe something happened? I'll check, tum jaao (you go)' 

'Pucca? (Sure?)' 

'Ha, ha, jaao...' I saw and he goes away, shrugging. 

I let a huge breath out, when two arms grab my waist and pull me inside. 

My back is against the door, and my mouth is clasped my his hand. His lips are close to mine. 

'Thank god, you're here.' I whisper. 

'I figured it was your father...' 

His hazel eyes don't leave mine. 

His hands slowly clasp my waist, but don't go any further. 

I hug his neck, and whisper into his ear, 'Everything's not fine...' 

'Trust me,' he whispers, 'Everything will be...I'm here.'

And for a moment, I do.