|just tell me that you love me z.m.|

1.8

When Bella woke up, the first thing she saw were Zayn's caramel colored eyes peering down at her. Her heart still stung when she looked into them, and her stomach was in knots because of the stupid butterflies she got when she was around him. It was ridiculous. Her body reacted to him as if she were a silly teen with a crush.

"Hi?" She said, staring back into his eyes with her blue ones. She smiled as he leaned in, moving his lips against hers delicately. His hands travelled to her waist as he pulled her, indicating he wanted her on his lap.

That was now their go to position because of his ailment. His legs were paralyzed, and he hated it but at least she was submissive enough to make him forget.

"I love you." He whispered, smiling as she kissed down his jawline, hand moving up and down his manhood. Just as he was about to release, she stood up and put on her velvet robe-concealing her lingère figure.

"What the hell bells? Come back and finish what you started."

"Why don't you ask your therapist?" She asked, a petty grin on her face as she left their bedroom and walked into the bathroom.

"Bella!" He exclaimed, groaning and cursing everything as he pulled the fire alarm, which was right beside his bed. Bella made it that way on purpose, so that he could get her attention no matter what.

The alarm screamed and Bella screamed with it, covering her ears and running into the room to put in the passcode. Zayn sat there with a cocky smirk, arms crossed over his chest. Bella rolled her eyes and shook her head, zipping up his pants before placing him on his wheelchair with wobbly legs.

"Bella that's not fair."

"But you fucking your therapist is?" Bella laughs cruelly, pushing him through the enlarged doors of the bathroom. She assisted him in brushing his teeth, before passing her wet hand over his face. She picked his lips quickly, frowning when he didn't kiss back.

She pushed him into the kitchen, sitting with him on the table and eating the toast she made.

"We're leaving soon." Bella said with a smile.

"To where?"

"Wal is sick, she wants to see you and I said we'd be there for her by Monday."

"Wh..what? She's sick?"

"Yes, she's shown signs of pre-stroke. Her eye is small and she's freaking out. She really wants to see you, Z. Please at least pretend you're happy."

"That's a five day trip."

"Stop complaining, it isn't attractive. And hey who knows..maybe I'll finish what I started within those five days."

"Promise?"

"I swear." Bella giggles, "Snow and I are going to go for a walk before we leave. So you eat and we'll be back in like thirty minutes and then we'll go."

"I presume you've already spoken to my boss."

"Of course, Jim said its fine as long as you submit your translations before the deadlines." Bella said, kissing Snow's forehead before leaving their apartment. She paced the old dog on the floor, gently guiding her outside.