Loyalty {Z.M}

F.ourteen

   "Dylan." I call out as I step into the trailer. It's quiet, which is weird because I saw a motorcycle sitting outside. I take off my sweatshirt and tossing it onto the coffee table, and I walk towards the kitchen.

My eyes widen when I see Luke sitting at the table, his eyes on the table. His head is hanging down, his elbow resting against the surface of the table as he just stares down at the plain surface.

"What are you doing here?" I ask sharply. Luke turns around facing me, and my eyes widen slightly at how he looks. His bottom lip, like Zayn's, is busted. A nasty bruise is forming along his jaw, and a smaller bruise on his nose.

"I came to talk to you. Dylan just left, said I could stay and wait up." Luke comments and he breathes out. He leans back, his eyebrows pinching together.

"I swear I didn't send that photo out. I kept it hidden within my pictures on my phone. I guess Dahlia went a little crazy and sent it to herself to print out. She has some weird ass crush on me, but I won't ever like her that way." Luke says and he stands up, wiping his hands down his jeans.

When he does, I see the way his knuckles look. Busted. Absolutely busted. His beautiful hands are wounded because Zayn decided to go and punch him and the fight became.

"I fucked up my chance with you Mia. I fucked it up so bad and I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, because I didn't lie when I said I loved you. Or that I love you." Luke says, his shoulders sagging.

"I've never fell so hard for someone before, you're everything I want. I want you. I want you to give me another chance. You just left, and that fucking broke me. You don't understand. I need you Mia." Luke whispers softly, his voice showing his weakness.

I stare at him, my heart thumping faster with his confession. He steps closer to me, his eyes staring down at me. His hand raising up brushing some hair out of my face, as he leans down kissing my forehead.

"I know you're with that prick Zayn, but I'm going to fight for you Mia." Luke informs me, pulling away as he nods his head. He gives me a final look before turning around and walking around.

I stand there stunned and shocked.

What just happened?

—

  I look over at my peach colored romper that has spaghetti straps, along with my black wedges. I've decided to curl my hair so I look good. I've applied some nude eyeshadow, a thin line of eyeliner and some mascara, finishing it off with coconut flavored lip gloss.

I walk out of my bedroom seeing Dylan already sitting on the couch. His feet are propped up on the coffee table, and he's wearing black jeans with holes in them, along with a white tee shirt and paired off with his signature Raven leather jacket.

"Dyl, you can't be wearing that." I exclaim, my eyes widen at his causal attire. He turns his head looking at me with an arched eyebrow.

"I think I look great." Dylan comments, looking down at his outfit and his lips purse making them look puckered. "If your boyfriends father doesn't like it then he can suck my ass Mia." Dylan grumbles and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. Let's get going then you loser." I state and Dylan lets out a chuckle. He stands up, stretching out his limbs before grabbing his motorcycle keys and he hooks his arm with mine. Dylan leans down kissing my cheek softly.

"It will be alright M. Don't fret so much." Dylan murmurs to me, and I nod my head sighing softly. I hope everything will be alright between Zayn and I.

—

I stand at the Malik's door, feeling a comforting hand on my shoulder. When the door opens after me ringing the door bell, it's Zayn's mother opening the door with a gentle smile displayed on her face.

"Mia sweetheart. It's lovely to see you again." Zayn's mom says with that kind smile. She opens the door further and I step inside holding onto my brothers arm.

"Thank you for having us here. This is my older brother Dylan." I introduce, and Dylan puts a smile on his face shaking the hand of my boyfriends mother.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs Malik." Dylan politely states and Zayn's mom shakes her head with her smile warming up.

"Honey, you can call me Trisha. Zayn and the girls are in the kitchen with Yaser." Zayn Mother's, Trisha, replies. I nod my head as we follow her towards the kitchen that I've been in once before.

When we walk in, I see Zayn standing at the counter leaning over it chuckling softly at one of the girls as she rolls her eyes and tosses her black hair over her shoulder.

"Zayn, your girlfriend and her brother are here." Trisha speaks up, and Zayn turns around before he biggest smile erupts on his mouth. He walks over to me before his arms are wrapped around my body and he hugs me tightly which makes me smile.

"Hey baby." He says quietly in my ear and I giggle softly hugging him back before pulling away. Zayn's hand grabs mine before he holds his other hand out to my brother shaking his hand with a smile.

He then leads the both of us towards the kitchen table where the two girls are sitting that I saw last time along with Zayn's father.

"Safaa, Waliyah. This is my girlfriend Mia, and her older brother Dylan." Zayn tells this girls before smiling at us and his love towards his father where he swallow the lump in his throat and looks back at us.

"Dad, this is my girlfriend whom you've already met before and her older brother Dylan." Zayn comments and Yaser stands up, eyeing both Dylan and I. His hand holds out for me, and I shake it firmly just like Dylan taught me and he then shakes my brothers hand.

"Let's eat shall we?" Yaser comments, his eyebrow arched. Zayn nods his head, his fingers digging into my lower back as Trisha comments that will be a swell idea.

-

Trisha made a wonderful dinner. She made some lemon peppered chicken breast, with some French style green beans, garlic mashed potatoes, and some dinner rolls. She even made some raspberry flavored tea.

"This looks amazing Trisha. Thank you." Dylan says beside me with a smile displayed on his face. Dylan is on my right, and Zayn is on my left. His hand is resting against my bare thigh.

"Of course honey." Trisha says quietly, her lips curling in a small smile. I smile as my brother is trying and I don't know if he's faking or not but he's doing a real good job. I cut into my chicken breast, and popping it into my mouth. The flavors dancing upon my tongue.

"So Dylan, what do you do as an occupation?" Yaser asks after chewing the delicious chicken his wife has made. I feel his hand tighten ever so slightly on my thigh, which makes look at him before at my brother who doesn't look too fazed.

"I think you already know, sir. I'm part of Ravens." Dylan says, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes trained on the main man of the household.

"Don't you think that's a bit dangerous especially for your little sister?" Yaser questions, his voice keeping its calm facade.

"It's dangerous yeah, but it's something I have to do to make sure she has the things she wants and she needs." Dylan responds, his voice coming out a little tense.

"I bet that's what killed your father and made your mom leave."

I know this was short. ): This is super short. I'll make up for it next chapter! I want to start some new pieces as well such as my latest release called Perfectly Wrong, and I'll have some more coming out! So stay tune!

Expected Update: Wednesday July 4, 2018