Thirty Two

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I turned over in my sleep and felt something stir next to me. 

I was too fatigued to force my eyes to open and find out what it was, so naturally, I just pushed it away from me. I stretched out and then curled up into a ball, wanting to continue on with my slumber before I had to finally wake up. It was a Saturday, and I definitely did NOT want to wake up earlier than I had to.

"Wake up," he whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver and yearn for warmth. 

His hand brushed the hair away from my face and I moved closer to him. Although he made himself out to be a cold, dead creature, he had always been a warm, simply lost soul to me.

"Zayn," I muttered as I rolled over, slightly embarrassed in the back of my mind because I didn't know how awful my appearance was. 

"It is very late in the day already. I must tell you something," he murmured. 

Oh god, his voice was like an angel's.

"Tell me tomorrow," I groaned and he laughed very lightly, as though he was almost afraid of laughter itself. 

"What can I possibly do to convince you to get up out of your bed?" His fingertips grazed my jawline and my neck. My breathing stopped and I felt him shift. Was he hovering over me...?

I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times before lying on my back and staring straight up to meet Zayn's hazel, glistening eyes. I spoke not a single word as Zayn's face moved closer to mine. My heart was beating faster every second that went by. He observed my facial features, and suddenly glanced up.

"The clock tells me that it is one in the afternoon, Adelaide." 

His breath washed over me and I closed my eyes, never wanting to forget the aromatic, yet dark smell of him. It wasn't even anything that could easily be described. Like the air when the scent of roses drifts by during a sonorous thunderstorm. Gentle and overwhelming. Masked and striking.

There was contrast within, but it was so appealing.

He was standing tall in an instant and the absence of him left me craving his touch once more. 

"I made you breakfast for whenever you decide to get up," he informed me and exited my bedroom.

 How unfair was that? We could have totally kissed again...but that probably wouldn't have been a good idea. My morning breath might not have been very pleasant.

I hopped up out of my bed, although I could've slept for at least a couple extra hours, and entered the bathroom. I combed through my tangled hair that actually wasn't too messy, and I brushed my teeth. I made sure my face was washed thoroughly and I pulled my hair back into a pony tail before finding Zayn.

"Breakfast is served, m'lady," he handed me the plate full of pancakes and I smiled brightly. 

"You're so thoughtful. Thank you." 

He shrugged, but I knew he was delighted on the inside. 

"I bought plane tickets to see Cecilia tomorrow afternoon." 

"You what?" I nearly choked but eventually swallowed a bite of a pancake and Zayn shrugged once again.

"You suggested paying a visit, so I finalized the plan," he explained. 

I nodded and chewed. 

"That will not complicate your school schedule, right?" 

I nodded again, "I don't have school until Tuesday." 

"Okay, then everything should go well."

"Yeah," I answered as my cell phone began buzzing. 

I zoned out and Zayn took my phone off of its charger before handing it over. 

"Pick up before this begins to annoy me." 

I rolled my eye with a smirk and talked into the phone. It was an unknown number, but of course, I would never want poor Zayn to be annoyed. It was all about him. Selfish jerk.

"Adelaide?" 

I knew that voice from somewhere. 

"Yeah, who am I speaking to?" 

A pause. Shuffling of the phone. 

"It's Anne." 

Her voice seemed different; was she frightened? 

"Something wrong?" I had no idea how she even got my number!

"I know who you are and everyone else will too." 

She hung up abruptly and I set my phone down on the kitchen table. 

"What the hell was that?" I wondered. 

"Possession," Zayn replied without any sense of doubt.

First, it was Cecilia, and next it was Anne! What did this specter want?

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