Through My Eyes

Chapter-4

We're both sitting at our lunch table. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Hey, you're about to fall and hit yourself" he said as he woke me up

"Ugh, I'm just so sleepy. I don't know how i'll make it through the day" I said

"Schools almost over, I'm sure you'll be okay till the end of the day." he said. I smiled and sat up again

"Hey...I was wondering if you could help me with that one assignment." he asked.

"Which one?" I asked as I closed my eyes but stood up straight.

"The one we're doing in writing class. The 'Who You Are' project" he clarified

"Umm sure. Just call me whe-"

"Yeah, actually I was think more of you coming over to my place..." he said as he raised his shoulder in an uncertain way feeling afraid of my response. I twitched before reopening my eyes. I felt awake for a moment.

"Uh sure. I'll just call my mom and tell her I'm at my friends house" I said. He smiled

"Great. Thank you" he said. I nodded before bobbing my head and he once again caught me.

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We're both walking to his car. I had already call my mother and she said it was okay. Plus she said she'd get home really late so that's good. I swear I could just close my eyes and just fall asleep without any struggle. I throw my bag in the back and got in. I curled in a ball and closed my eyes.

"Marilyn, wake up" I heard Zayn voice awake me

"Mmm? How long have I been sleeping for?" I said as I opened my eyes

"Ummm. Unfortunately only 4 minutes. Not that far away from school. Come on. I want you to me my mother!" He said. Whoa, it's like if we're dating and I'm about to meet his parents for the first time. Okay that might have escalated a bit too quickly. He opened my door and pulled on my arm

"But I don't even look descent! In crappy school uniform. My ponytail falling to a side. She'll think you picked me up from the dumpster!"

"Marilyn, you look beautiful." he said. I sighed and just gave in

"Fine" I said. We walked to the door. I put a few strands of hair behind my ear. I put my hair down and give it a little shake. I run my finger underneath my eyes to try and pick up mascara. I fixed my shirt. I look up to my right and see Zayn staring at me.

"What?" I asked with a panic toned. I ran my finger under my eye agin but he stopper me.

"I don't know why you're panicking about. If I think you look beautiful I'm sure my mother will too, trust me." he reassured. I chuckled and thanked him back. He opened the front door and we step in. I could feel my heartbeat get louder and faster. I began to play around around with my fingers. Zayn looked back at me and smiled. I smiled back.

"Mom I'm home!" he announced. He looked back at me

"I'll be back" I nodded. I look around. It looks so cozy and comfortable. I'd love to live in a house like this. I heard a set of footsteps come down the hallway. Act proper. Smile, manners oh God help me. Zayn came back in followed with a lady. Shes really beautiful. He gestured to me. I smiled and waved. She came up to me

"Mom, this is Marilyn Woods. Marilyn this is my mother, Patricia Malik" he said. We looked back at each other.

"Nice to meet you." I said as I held my hand out. She decided to go in for the hug. You should of seen it coming!

"You're so much beautiful than what Zayn described you" she said. I looked up at Zayn. He looked away a bit embarrassed.

"You're beautiful...just like your son" he gasped as I realized what I said