DAMAGED (the love begins)

Chapter 15- Repair

Zayn's POV

Why do the most innocent people go through the worst? it's 3am in the morning and I'm thinking like a retard. Laila is sleeping next to me. She has woken up 2 times already because of the nightmares she's having. I can't blame her though. She's been through a lot. Jasmine tried to call several times but I didn't pick up. I know she wants to know what happened. Why the house was wrecked. Why is Laila not there. Why is her phone there. I made myself a promise that I would never let Laila see those 'friends' of her. She will not be going to Switzerland. Instead she'll be coming with me.

I can't help but think how much Laila has changed me. Not even 3 days ago, we hated each other so much that we couldn't stand seeing the other or if we did see we would snogg other persons face. 3 days later, here we are in the same bed. She's hugging me and won't let me go. I've changed. A lot since Rose left me. What if Laila leaves too?

Don't be stupid. She doesn't even love you. Why would anyone love me? I'm a hopeless faggot, as Rose likes to call me.

"Zayn?" I get interrupted in my thoughts. I look at Laila and she's wide awake.

"Yea Laila?"

"Um can I eat something?" I smile to myself. Only Laila would eat 3 in the morning.

"Of course you can. Come" I'm actually happy that she's awake and calm. We silently make our way downstairs in the kitchen.

"Do you know how to cook?" I ask clearly embarrassed, and touching the back of my head pretending to itch. Why the hell am I so nervous?

Laila's POV

I'm not gonna lie. Being with Zayn made me forgot what happened early. And when he asked me if I know how to cook I couldn't help but smile.

"Yea I do. what do you wanna eat?" I ask while trying to hold my smile back.

"Let's make something together?" he asks hopeful. Maybe he's wants to help?

I laugh "the last time we were together in the kitchen was when you were covered in cake mix" he starts laughing too. So hard that he's shaking with laughter. I've never seen him laugh. It's nice to know that I can make him laugh. He notices me staring as he stops smiling and he's 'formal' again.

"Sorry about that" he say putting his hands in his sweats pockets. It's then I realized that he's not wearing a shirt.

"No need to be sorry".

"So? you wanna make some pancakes?" Zayn asks

"Yea sure"

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Is safe to say that I've never had so much laugh with guy. Zayn may seem cold but when you get to know him, he wears his heart in his arm.

Right now we are sitting on kitchen table eating the ever so delicious pancakes I made.

"Laila. I don't want you to go to Switzerland"

What. No.

"No. Why?"

"Because I said so"

"No. I will"

"No you will not. That's final"

"Why though. I always wanted to go there" I whisper

"I'll take you there but right now I don't want you to" how on earth did he hear me??

"Okay" wait why am I even listening to him?

"Then I guess I'll go to Canada early" I say.

"No you won't" what. Okay now he's pissing me off.