He's Too Dangerous-Zayn Malik

Chapter Twenty-Five - "A million times..."

Yashita's P.O.V*Warning, upsetting scenes, explicit language, and major Zaynita feels*

*Flash Back*

"Zayn! Just give it back!" I whined as he took my phone from my hands, running around my bedroom. He was childish, and cute sometimes, words he'd never picture himself as. He hated coming across as the soft type in front of everyone, but in front of me he turned into one of the most emotional, yet caring people I've ever met. There was a whole new Zayn when he was around me. That sounds stupid, because most girls say that about their boyfriend, but he truly was a different person.  "Not until you kiss me!" He chuckled, sticking his lips out in a weird pout. I just simply shook my head, going in to kiss him, waiting for him to close his eyes before grabbing my phone out of his hands. He gasped as I turned quickly, running away from him, only to be tackled to the ground. "I love you"

*End of Flash Back*

I wish things were like that once more. It makes me wonder really where everything went wrong. But looking back, we made the crappy life we live, into a fairy tale of our own to get by. We surrounded ourselves with what was perfect, to ignore what was wrong with out relationship. Like how Zayn was constantly angry, or how we always argued. We pushed everything aside so we could have something special, something good for once. But, over time, I guess we gave up. We got too caught up in the negative stuff, we forgot how to be happy with each other. Maybe being away from Zayn will give us both the time we need to get back on track, although, it will be for my benefit than his. I looked over at the empty room opposite my window, remembering all those times he scared me, all those times he climbed through my window at night just to make sure I was okay. I wish things were still like that, I wish we took our time, but I guess sometimes, if you want something? You just got to go for it, grab it while you can. 

"Tricia is here!" Mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs, my heart started to pound as I wondered what could happen right now. Tricia will surely ask questions about Zayn, where we've been and where he is now. Why he isn't with me. I stillhaven't heard anything from Zayn, not even a text or a phone call. Nothing to say he's seen the note, or that he's even thinking of me. It makes me wonder whether I even meant that much to him. If everything we went through was just a game to him. Of course I just told myself I was being stupid, that I was over thinking once more. "Ash!" Tricia exclaimed as I walked through the living room door. She hugged me tightly, sitting me down straight away. As the night went on she never once mentioned his name, asked me what happened, or asked whether he was coming home or not. It was nice in a way, that she respected the fact that I was home without him for a reason, but I bet it was eating her up inside. "Zayn's okay you know..." I whispered, moving away from her grip once more as we said our goodbye's. She never said anything, but only simply nodded, heading back towards her house. I shut the door behind me, ignoring my mothers shouting as I headed towards my room, my whole body drained. My mind starts to wonder about what Zayn's doing right now, whether he's sat staring at a blank wall, smashing everything in sight as anger takes over him. Or whether he's just sat there, joint in hand, empty bottle of vodka laying beside him as he numbs his thoughts and body. 

As I walked back into my room, something was different within the darkness. The window, that was once shut, is now wide open. The curtains that were pulled closed, are now blowing in the silent wind. Someone had been in here. My heart started to race as I reached for the light switch. The light flickered on as my heart jumped out of my chest. A rather stressed, upset, and angry Zayn sat on my bed, head in his hands as his small sobs filled the air. "Goddammit Zayn! You fucking scared me!" I exclaimed, covering my chest with my hands. He didn't say anything, he just simply stared at me, his eyes were dull, like the life had been sucked out of them. He was tired, and it was visible in his body language. He coughed awkwardly, breaking the silence. "W-What are you doing here?" I stuttered, running my fingers through my hair nervously. I never quite understood why I was so nervous that night. Maybe it was the fact that he was here, after never seeing him. Maybe it was the fact that I was worried about what he'd say, with the fact that I ran away. My eyes started to water, as the suspense of a reply started to kill me. 

"I love you Ash... I don't understand why you left." He whispered, his voice weak as his body hurdled towards me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his body. That's when everything hit me. It was like a tonne of bricks crashing into my body all at once. I lost it.

As we sat there for hours, our sobs and sorrys filled the air, I realized how much I really need Zayn, how much I need his support through everything. He pulled away from me, his hands roaming his pockets quickly as he got down on one knee...

No One's P.O.V

As Zayn knelt there, trying to find the words to say, Yashita was already on her feet, her mouth covered with her hands as her body shook. He looked up, his eyes filled with tears, tears of happiness. "I Zayn Javadd Malik am already the happiest man alive because of this beautiful woman. You never see her frowning, only in the mornings. You never see a tear leave her eye, unless she truly loves you. She's one of a kind, a beautiful creature. So, my beautiful, amazing, smart, weird girl... Will you do me the honours, of being my wife?" 

"Yes, A million times yes"