Hole in a wall

34th part

"How can it get worse?"-Zayn asked while putting his pants on. I put my underwear on and answered quitely but still with a lot of anger in my voice.-"I am still a minor, you can go to prison..."-I stood up and hugged already worried Zayn. He pushed me away. Not because he didn't want to hug me, because he wanted to tell me something.-"Wait... We don't have any evidence. You'll take a test in a few weeks and I'll search about the simptoms."

"What are we going to do if I am pregnant?"

"I don't know. But I actually don't even give a fuck. There aren't so much possibilities... Maybe you can't even get pregnant! I don't wanna talk about it anymore, let's forget about it for a few weeks."

We calmed down. As Zayn laid down I repeated his step and smirked. I was awkward, really awkward. I felt a huge relief when I heard Zayn snoring. That was a sign that I can go to sleep now, no worries. My eyes closed, breathing calmly... I was a second from hardly falling asleep when I got a light bulb above my head. I turned on the night light and woke up Zayn.-"Babe, babe! Is it late to call your lawyer?"

He made a strange look. Zayn raised his eyebrow and tried to fall asleep.

"Zayn, I'm serious. Did you forget we have to go to court tomorrow, again?"

"Oh, shit!"-Zayn stood up and ran to our phone.

"You calling a lawyer?"

Zayn nod and signalised me to be quiet. I listened and walked to him. I leaned to him just to hear his conversation. He hung up.

"He's coming."

"Are you sure everything's going to be okay? Is he into this? I know you've probably told him everything."

"Chill, Chloe! He knows what to do..."

"How did you make the judge deny my punishment?

He laughed and showed me his wallet. I faked a smile because I think it was appropriate.

"Can you make me some coffee?"-Zayn asked, my eyes wide open.

"Why would you drink coffeine when we are heading to bed?"-I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I actually knew I won't get an answer so I put water in a boiler.

"What are we going to do now?"-Zayn asked.-"I just can't sleep..."

His accent overwhelmed me. I didn't say anything important, if I did I would have remembered it.

"I'll check my Twitter and other social networks."-Zayn stood up and smiled. He walked to his laptop while I was pouring coffee in our mugs.

"What's Twitter?"-I walked to him and sat next to him.

After his long explanation I figured what it's all about

"Do you want me to make you an account?"

"Sure."

Zayn haised his hand and put it on my back.-"What's wrong?"-He saw fear inside my eyes.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Oh, you can't read, right?"-He waited till I nodded.-"I'll teach you! Or pay you classes with little kids."-Zayn laughed and covered his mouth. He thought it was funny but it hurt me a bit. I don't know why, it's not like he's wrong or trying to be mean...

"Did I make you a good coffee?"

"Yeah! It was great! How did you make it?"

"Amber teached me how... When my father died we had enough money for few more years so she had money to buy herself some coffee."

"I'm sorry if this is tough for you to talk about, but why did your father die?"

"He was poisoned. Food poisoning, I guess."-My pathetic smile spread accross my face. I saw Zayn's weird reaction but I couldn't talk about my daddy anymore. Zayn made me an account. My first name and surname. I felt like I'm raising from the ground and changing my life in a positive way.

"Do you want me to promote you?"

"Sure, whatever that is."

"Haha, you'll see. I will spread around that now you're my girl, by the way."-He smiled and kissed my arm. He's  the definition of perfection. No flaws, no good reason to not like him. He taught me how to use Twitter an called his menager to organize me reading classes. I was suprised when his menager answered his phone and not kick his ass in the middle of the night. I guess it's all because of his power.

"My menager told me we should prepare for tomorrow's discusion..."

"K. How we're gonna do it?"

"First... What's your goal?"...

And that's how we started this court conversation. We were discussing it for a few hours. I don't remember how but it was all like a dream to me. We ended up laying one next to another in bed. I don't remember what we were doing but I know what we did next. Zayn put his arm on my back and pulled me closer to him.

"Do you wanna do it again? I'm in mood."-He smiled and put his other hand on my butt. I laughed loudly.

"You look so perfect when you smile!"

I didn't thank him but I concider my smile is enough for Zayn.

"Do you have that thingy that you call protection?"-I asked and laid on him. He laughed just like I did few seconds ago.

"It's a condom, sweety, a condom."

It seemed to me like it was supposed to be romantic but when I found out what condoms are, there was no clue of romance in it.

Uops, we did it again, we did it again! It was magical. I remember that it was always a problem to start a conversation after having sex. That's why I always tried not to talk to Zayn afterwards. We couldn't fall asleep. We regret all of the coffee we drank that night, even if we enjoyed it...

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