Don't Hide From Me, Please? |✔

Chapter 20| Zayn!

There is something different Kaitlyn and Mom. Everyone is acting weird. Zayn is more around then he used to be. If we’re being honest I think it’s because of Lynnette but, that’s just me. My birthday is coming up around the corner and I’m nervous. It’s my eighteenth birthday. When Zayn isn’t around Lynnette refers Zayn as her second daddy. It makes my heart swell and break at the same time. She’s the greatest thing that has come into my life.

I sit up in bed. All the red slime has finally come out of my hair. Zayn was ranting on and on about how much he hated her. That such a strong word that leaves scars. My whole life is ahead of me. I’m on edge with what Lucas has said. I’m afraid if Zayn will ask me or not. If he does I don’t know what I will do. I hear little feet run up to my door. “Mommy?” I hear Lynnette ask. “Hey Mommy can we come in?” I hear Zayn ask along with Lynnette.

A smile spreads across my face as I laugh. “Come on in.” I laugh. Lynnette busts in running up to me and climbs in my bed. Zayn stands by the door wearing a white tee shirt and dark jeans. His black hair is hanging in his eyes as he flashes me his goofy real smile. I can’t help but drool. I feel Lynnette tugging on my shirt. I look down at her. She continues to pull my shirt. She wants to tell me something.

I pick her up and pull her close to my ear. “Second Daddy wants to take you somewhere.” Lynnette whispers. I smile brightly. “Where?” I whisper staring up at Zayn looking delicious. I bite the inside of my cheek. “To a sunny place…I think.” She continues. I pull away from her quickly my eyes widen. Was he, right? She pulls me back down. “No, to another ice rink.” Lynnette corrects herself.  I take deep breath of relief.

I put Lynnette on the bed. “You’re a clever one.” I say getting out of bed. Zayn ignores me with silence. I walk over to my curtains. “Zayn?” I ask turning towards him. His eyes wondering down me. The heat in my body rises to my cheeks. I look down. I’m only wearing a long tee shirt. I grab a pillow and throw it at him. Zayn snaps out of his ‘trail of thoughts’ and glares at me. “Take a picture it last longer.” I snap teasingly.

He smiles devilishly and pulls out his phone. My eyes widen and I go to run but I hear the click of the camera. I change my course to him and I jump on him bringing him to the ground. A different situation. We are inches apart. My heart pounds in my chest. I stare into his powerful beautiful brown eyes. “Delete it now.” I demand. He raises his eyebrows. “You know you’re even more attractive when you’re demanding.” Zayn teases crinkling his nose.

Dang it! My heart skips a beat and the heat rushes faster to the surface. I’m laying on top of Zayn Peterson. “Delete. It. Now.” I demand again trying to be serious. Lynnette runs out of the room. “Grammy Zayn and Mommy are fighting!” She calls. Zayn’s devilish smile is still planted on his face. I narrow my eyes. “If you beg.” He teases. Oh, you did it now! I lean closer to him. I feel his heart pound against mine. I can’t believe I’m doing this! I look at his lips. This is what he gets. Karma sucks!

Zayn is made aware of my lips. I smirk to myself. I slowly bite my lip. Zayn’s face turns a bright red. I laugh loudly as I climb off him. “Ha! You dirt bag!” I scream running to my closet. I leave Zayn laying on the floor. I put my hands on my knees and I take deep breaths. I took everything in me not to kiss him. At least he gets a taste of his own medicine. I pull on light colored skinny jeans and a black V-neck shirt. I walk out of my closet trying to put on my socks. I jump on one foot fighting with the sock.

I trip over a shoe and I fall. Strong arms catch me. “Pay back bitch.” He smirks. My jaw falls. Zayn helps me stand up. “That’s not nice. Take that back!” I cry out. Zayn laughs at me. I feel my face turn red. “No.” He says defending himself. I stomp my foot and cross my arms. “Okay, now you’re being ridiculous.” He argues. I am smiling mentally. My make my lip quiver and I make salty tears roll down my cheeks. Zayn’s eyes widen. “Violet! Stop it!” He yells. I cry harder.