January. // z.m. au

Chapter 18

Heavy Metal Heart | Sky Ferreira

I was stood there in the middle of the bookstore, smiling at the ground, my fingers grazing over the skin on my cheek that Zayn's lips once touched. I probably looked like a weirdo but I couldn't possibly bring myself to care. Zayn kissed me, god dammit. I mean, it was only a quick peck on my left cheek. It happened so fast that it felt like it hadn't even happened in the first place. The faint rosy color of my skin was the only evidence that I had that proved that it was true.

Even though I'd much rather his lips have been on my lips, I wasn't complaining because the side of my face was good enough. In fact it was great. I was ecstatic, bewildered, on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Jan, you alright there?" Tina called out from behind me causing me to jump, my brain scrambling from the little fantasy I was having. I looked up at her and nodded, noticing a faint, almost nonexistent smirk on her face. She definitely saw everything that just happened.

"Y-Yeah," I smiled, looking flustered beyond my words. "I'm fine. Good, really."

"Okay," she chuckled, wriggling her eyebrows. My face glowed like Rudolph's nose. "Let's try not to get too distracted, yeah?"

"Yeah," I muttered as she walked away. "I'll try." But it'd be quite hard to.

Zayn's POV

Wow. I was a fucking king. I finally did it, I finally kissed Jan. Well, not really, but technically I did. My lips didn't exactly meet hers but they met a part of her skin and with that I was absolutely beaming. I was over the moon, shooting through the stars and entering new galaxies I'd never heard of before. I was good, way better than good, and I think it showed. It really showed.

"You're blushing like a girl," Safaa giggled, obnoxiously licking stripes of her vanilla ice cream covered with rainbow colored sprinkles. I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head as we headed back to the bookstore.

I normally didn't let anyone, not even me, no exceptions for family, eat in my car. It was like my child, she had to stay in great shape. She had to be clean twenty-four seven. But today I could hardly care because all I could think about was Jan and only Jan.

"Oops," my sister muttered. I turned to look at her, my eyes growing wide, her mouth in the shape of an O. Her ice cream started to melt, dripping down the cone, slipping down her fingers, and landing on the leather seats.

"Safaa, c'mon, what'd I say?" I frowned, putting the car in park. Luckily for her we were back at Brook's. Luckily for me I kept a stash of napkins in the glove compartment in case of emergencies.

"Sorry, it's cold and I don't eat fast!" she whined, trying to plead her case. I huffed louder than needed, grabbing a few paper towels to wipe the seat clean. This was the last time food would ever come near my car. Ever.

Except if Jan wanted to, you know, eat in here she totally could.

What was I saying? No she couldn't -- no exceptions.

But she could, really. I wouldn't mind.

Man, I was in deep.

"Please don't tell mum, Zayn, please, please, pl--"

"Alright, alright, just don't do it again, yeah?" I smiled at her because I hated being mean to her and I hated to see her frown. She was so young and so fragile and I just couldn't bring myself to discipline her. Dammit, why was I so nice?

"Okay," she nodded. I gave her a few napkins, wrapping some around her cone, ruffling her hair playfully. She scrunched her nose and I laughed and then my heart picked up its rhythm because I'd be next to Jan again in a matter of minutes and that was great. Everything was great.