Winter Tragedy ~Sequel to Summer...Tragedy?~

Chapter Eighteen: All That Matters

Emma’s POV:

It has been about a day since Dad ‘banned’ Zayn. At first I thought it was reasonable, and Dad just wanted me to stay away from him, cos all he caused was heartbreak, but as the day went on, I realized my dad was being totally absurd. Because first of all, it’s not the nineteenth century and Zayn is 20, almost 21 he cannot go around banning people.

Dad is actually going down to City Hall to get a restraining order on Zayn. That may not that absurd, but I don’t want that. I really just want to be in Zayn’s arms again. I want to feel his soft lips on mine again, but I’ll never get to see him again. I have no way of stopping Dad.

Its 3:30 a.m right now and me and my little sister, Stacy are trying to hit an all nighter, but she’s basically passed out so I’m left to watch the sun come up. Maybe I’ll wake her up before that so she could see. I know she’s always wanted to see the sun rise. I have though…

My thoughts were interrupted by little taps on the window of the TV room, which sent shivers up and down my spine. I got up and cautiously made my way to the window. When I looked outside, I was surprised to see Zayn standing there with a wheelbarrow full of pebbles.

I grabbed my coat and ran outside. Once I got my coat and shoes on, I slipped outside and I walked over to Zayn saying, “Our relationship is so cheesy and cliché that I swear to God there’s some cliché puppet master controlling us.” Zayn laughed and I wanted to slap him for being so damn cute.

Scratch that I just wanted to kiss him. Which, being in this cheesy relationship, is exactly what I did. I walked straight up to him and placed my lips against his. Despite the cold and the chapped lips, the kiss was undeniably amazing. His lips were still just as soft as they were before we broke up.

I don’t care that he cheated on me I just want to be in his arms again. I may not fully trust him, because he did cheat on me, but there are so much better things that he did. He loves me and I love him. We can power through this. We will power through this.

“What was that for?” Zayn asked as I pulled away. So, I told him what I was thinking. About how I just wanted to be in his arms again. When I was done Zayn smiled again and pulled me in for a kiss as a light snow fall started to fall. I pulled away, noticing the small snowflakes.

“God dammit, how much more cliché and cheesier can our relationship get?” I screamed, looking up at the sky. Zayn laughed and pulled me in for another kiss. And let me just say, he got to be a better kisser. You know what? I’m really glad our relationship is cliché, because even though it is, nothing is better than this moment right here.

“Come on Z, let’s go inside. You can sleep with me, in my bed.” I said to him, pulling away and grabbing his arm. He smiled down at me and I pulled him inside, away from the cold and the snow. And to be honest, I couldn’t wait to fall asleep in his arms. That’s all I wanted and I’m getting it now.

I had to sneak Zayn in, but it was worth it. It felt so great to be cuddling with him again. His arms wrapped around me and our legs intertwined were something I really missed. I really missed him. I missed us. I’m so glad I just decided to go out with him again.

“I missed this. I missed you, Zayn,” I whispered to him, running my hands up and down his chest. Zayn kissed my head and nodded. I continued, “I didn’t know how much I missed you until just now. I love you Zayn and I will never stop. Even when you do those stupid cliché things.”

“I love you, to Emma. And I’m so sorry for everything I did. Cheating on you, killing the baby. I’ll never forgive myself for that. But, I promise to treat you so much better. And I promise if I ever get you pregnant again, I will make sure that the baby doesn’t die.” Zayn whispered back.

“Zayn, you didn’t kill Alice,” I started, my voice breaking when I thought of Alice. I’ve been trying so hard to not think about her. I would just cry and feel horribly sad; I don’t want to feel that way. I want to be happy and I want to be the twenty year old girl I am supposed to be, “It was an unfortunate, but it wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

“Yeah I did. If I didn’t cheat on you, you wouldn’t have walked in on it and then you wouldn’t have left and you wouldn’t have run away and got in the car and got into that accident.” Zayn whispered back, trailing off. I shook my head against his chest.

“You can’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault. Zayn, please believe me.” I mumbled. Zayn left out a sigh and he started to rub my back in reassurance. I knew he didn’t believe me. I knew he still thought it was his fault, but it was no ones.

I sighed and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just wanted to fall asleep in his strong arms, but I didn’t want to. This is one of the only times I’d ever get to be in his arms, between tours and college, we’d never really see each other. I don’t want to sleep because then our time would run out.

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Sometime earlier this morning I fell asleep, and now I was being rudely awoken by the lights being turned on. Next thing I knew I was on the floor. I think Zayn just pushed me off the bed. And I’m feeling the effect now. I think I got minor rug burn or something.

“Zayn, why the fuck are you in my daughter’s bed?! Did you guys fucking sleep together?!” Dad yelled, walking into the room as I got up, “I thought I told you that you were banned from this household, this property and from seeing my daughter. All you cause is heartbreak and I don’t want that for you Emma.”

“Dad, I love him and I want to be with him. He won’t break my heart again. Please just let me be with him. You don’t have to love him, or even like him, but respect him. He makes me happy, and he fixed my broken heart. I need him in my life.” I pleaded, looking at Dad.

“Fine. Zayn can stay, but I’m only saying this because I want you to be happy Emma; if this boy makes you this happy than I’ll allow it. But I’m not going to like you. I’ll just respect you,” Dad said and left the room, but before he did he said, “But Zayn and Emma, don’t sleep together in this house. Ever.”

I spun around a smile spread across my face. Dad may hate Zayn, and I don’t blame him, he only wants what’s best for me. He says Zayn isn’t the best for me, but I know he is. Despite the fact he cheated on me, I still love him and he loves me. That’s all that matters.

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That’s it for Zemma. Next time you see Zemma will be in Fianl Tragedy?.

So, I don’t really have a lot to say… my life is boring rn and everything ‘interasting’ happening you don’t care about…

Picture on the side --> One of Zayn’s selfies yeah I just decided to kill you all

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**Jules**