Marked (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

CH- 14 early night talks are the best

The whole evening all I did was avoid Zayn.

His presence is not good for my health. I mean no doubt he is a sex god and he can make every girl's heart melt in an involuntary manner but he has some different kind of effect on me.

I mean yes I am attracted to him but not in a way Jasmine is. I don't always want my saliva mixing with his saliva. I want him to hold me when I'm feeling down. I want him to laugh with me over the non funniest thing ever. I want to watch movies with him and I want him to console me when I cry over the death of the main lead. I want him to read out the quotes from my favourite book and I want him to care. I want him to just hold me and not make out with me every second of the day. Though the idea of making out with him every second of the day is not bad at all but that is not my life goal.

"Candice you are going crazy," I said to myself as I poured myself a glass of water. I was alone in the house right now. Zayn was with the kids outside. They were playing. He was running after lux and he pulled her off the ground and spun her around. Theo was just there crawling on the grass. Zayn, every now and then, take a look at Theo to make sure he don't swallow something he is not suppose to.

I looked away. I can not watch guys playing kids. It's the most amazing thing in the world. I mean boys are just so sensitive around kids. And Zayn well he is so rough and tough and mysterious when he is with people but when he is left with kids he is always smiling and giggling and laughing and making me want to smile too.

This is wrong

My feelings are wrong.

I can not feel this way.

I am not allowed to.

"You can't fall for your best friend's boyfriend," I shouted to practically no one.

"What?" A voice came from behind my back. I don't have to turn to see who it is. His voice just give me chills and it's not good.

But as a reflect I did turn around.

"What?" I said in horror and shock. My eyes wide like they are about to pop out.

"You said something?" I don't know if he heard me or not but his voice was so calm and smooth that I couldn't make out if he heard me or not. What the hell am I even talking or thinking.

I need to shut up. My body is not functioning well right now.

"I did?" Why on earth will I say that.

Zayn came closer and I flushed. I clutched the wooden slap to balance myself. Me just came closer and closer and closer. He leaned into me, our faces just inches away.

When he backed away I saw a glass of water in his hand. He just took my water.

"I am asking you?" He said while he take a sip of water.

I am not even sure what he asked. My brain is not functioning anymore. All I can concentrate on is Zayn. He face looked soft and smooth even though it looked like he hasn't shaved in days but yes facial hair suits him. He was wearing black again. No surprise on that. It was a lose shirt. Not a skin-kissing one. He don't wear those skin-fit kind of shirts. I was staring hard at his shirt. He has lost weight no doubt in that. He was skinner then ever but then again he looks happy and fit and not supper skinny.

"Wanna touch it?" When I heard his remark I realized that I have stared for too long.

My cheeks turned red and a smile spread on my face. I looked away so that he can't see.

"Get the kids. They have to have dinner soon. They need to sleep." I don't even know why I talked I a robotic manner but I just did.

"Talking all wifey now," he Zayn and half smiled. Oh god can he not do that and just leave.