10 minutes later and the two men have gone to their rooms leaving Zayn and myself alone in the living room. The flat is small and dimly lit but the sight of empty pizza boxes and drink cans makes the place seem lively and even comforting, almost how I pictureda student flat. Zayn gestures for my to sit down on the coach and I do so nervously twisting my hands together in my lap. When he flops down next to me I can't help but be a little taken aback feeling my anxiety sink in- why do I feel so jumpy?
Zayns deep voice penetrates my thoughts as I consider which is making me more panicky - him, of the fact that I'm in a random flat at night potentially having left everything behind .
'What are you thinking? You look worried'
'I am' I reply simply, meeting his gaze. His strong brows raise upwards questingly but as they do I feel something in my chest tighten and close. I instinctively bring my arms around me and sigh heavily because all at once he seems unfamiliar and distant- have I left behind all the pain and hurt to reach out to a stranger? I question myself.
Years ago I would have told him everything, not at once but naturally, progressively as it happened and over time. It was different now.
Lost in my own thoughts that are laced with nostalgia and sadness, I am abruptly pulled back to reality as I feel Zayn's weight on the sofa shift towards me.
My mind instantly enters panic mode- is he going to hug me? Do I hug him back? Why am I so apprehensive??
Do I really look that miserable ?
I need to pull it together! What if he starts regretting picking me up??
My thoughts are cut short as he tucks his arm around me and pulls me close surprising me with his forwardness slightly. The warmth from his arm radiates through my shirt causing warm tingles to explode across my skin, I can sense the toned muscles tensing in his arm, but it is the amazing musky smell that radiates from him that really overwhelms me. I can't help but be a a little shocked at my own reaction- okay so I have always known him to have the kind of intimidating attractiveness that sends girls into a frenzy but I don't recall it ever having affected me in this way?
On reconsideration though, all those years ago we were just a boy and girl- children if anything, but now in this embrace it seemed we were a young woman and man.
And all I am left thinking is -
A lot has changed.
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Romance---------- EXTRACT----------- A large, warm hand wrapped around my exposed forearm that was covered in goose pimples from the arctic wind whilst another briefly skimmed my side, resulting in an involuntary shiver erupting down my spine. A low growl...
