Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Chapter 11

Camila's POV

It's been hours and hours, but Ally hasn't wake up. She's been really down lately and stress.

The atmosphere in her room was not pleasing, so we placed Ally on the couch in the living room.

Liam and his friend had stayed for a while. I was in the living room, watching Liam watch Ally after I changed her clothes. It wasn't like I have a crush on Liam. It's just the way that he treats Ally. He seemed genuine in his actions unlike Troy.

Liam's friend - I haven't asking his name yet - was sitting from a far distance from us. My eyes turned to him. He was gazing at me for some odd reason. Why? Did I have something on my face?

I broke the staring when I stood up. "Um, I'm going to make myself some coffee. You guys want any?"

"No thanks," Liam answered. Although, his eyes did not leave Ally at all. I turned to his friend, waiting for an answer.

"Sure," he mumbled.

I nodded. I carefully limped into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs. I set them on the counter, and in the corner of my eye, I could see Liam's friend walk into the kitchen.

"Hey," he greeted. He walked up and stood beside me.

"Hi," I greeted back as I turned on heat for the teapot.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

"A little nervous, to be honest," I explained. "I just don't know what I would do without her. She's one of my best friends, and we both look out for each other but in different ways. She's part of my soul." I took a moment to think about what I just told him. "Wait. Why am I telling you this? I don't even know your name."

His eyes widened a little. "My name?" I nodded. He speaks as if he doesn't know his own name. "My name...is...Zzzaainn." He stretches out the word.

"Nice to meet you, Zayn. I am Camila," I said, letting out my hand for him to shake. He looks down on it and smiles.

"Same here," Zayn responded and shakes my hand.

A chill went up my spine. His hands were firm and warm which caught me off guard. His hand showed a tattoo around his wrist. Something that I would like is to have like a tattoo of a bow like somewhere where my mom won't see. My mom doesn't like tattoo because she thinks it's 'stupid' and 'it ruins your natural skin'. Another major reason why is because tattoos symbolize those who are 'bad'. But I don't think that. I think tattoos are a form of art. I think people who have tattoos has a story behind them.

He also had a beard which made him looked older, but as I stared into his eyes, he still looks pretty youthful. He didn't look over the age of thirty.

"Ahem," he said. He looked at me and then down to my hand, which was still in his.

My face redden as I feel the heat coming on my cheeks. This was so embarrassing. "I-I'm sorry," I said.

"It's alright," he responded. He leaned in, making me feel nervous.

Why was he leaning in?

His right hand got a hold of left arm as we made eye contact. His body moved closer to mine. And soon enough, we were face to face. We never broke eye contact. I could feel his breathing against my neck. I tried to pace myself because he was looking very attractive.

A smile curved on his lips. "What?" I asked him softly.

His head gesture to something behind me. I turned to it to see the teapot boiling. "You need to turn the heat off," he said.