Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Zamila

Here's a Bonus part. It's not really a chapter, but it's wrapping Zayn and Camila's story up. I know it's been a while since it's only been them, but I want to wrap it up.

Camila's POV

I cover Dinah with a blanket as she sleeps on the couch. It was pass midnight. Ally has rested a couple of minutes ago. She was going to get release in a couple of days once the wound heals up.

I'm so happy for her. Liam and her will make great parents. And with their traits, their kid is going to be one charming, well-manner child. I can already see them as a family. As for me, I am not so sure.

Zayn and I have had a lot of complications from the beginning. I felt a spark between us from our very first conversation. We grew a connection, and then, Lauren came into the picture. I kept still and quiet, but I just couldn't seem to get away from him, and that eventually led us to kiss, which cracked the same door between Lauren and me. And although we made up, we just aren't close anymore. Zayn and I went on a couple of dates, and each one was as amazing as it gets. And I do feel like I am ready to move in, but there is a voice in my head that's been giving some doubts. I haven't spoken to him ever since he asked me.

I sigh and bite my lip. I hear the door creak open, and I turn and see Zayn's head peeking out. He points at me and speaks, "Hey, Camila."

I press my index finger over my lips and shush him softly. "Be quiet," I whisper. "Ally and Dinah are sleeping."

"Right," he whispers, nodding his head. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

I nod my head, smiling. I adjust the blanket on Dinah and made myself pass the door. Outside of the room, Zayn sat down on the bench. I take the empty spot beside him. "What is it?" I ask, keeping my volume low for the rest of the patients.

Zayn looks at me, his eyes tired and upset. "Is there something wrong between us?" He asks me.

My eyebrows furrow, wondering where he got an idea like that. "Excuse me?" I question.

He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I've noticed that we weren't communicating with one another since I asked you to move in a couple days ago," he adjusts his spot and looks into my eyes intently. "Tell me, do you not want to move in?"

My jaw drops slightly as I choke on the air I was breathing. I bring my elbow and cough in it. I consume the air slowly and bring my eyes back on him. His eyes change moods; he is more curious and depress. "Zayn..." I begin. "...I, um, I haven't decided exactly what I am going to do. I just need more time."

"Is three days not enough?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.

I bury my face in my hands and let out a small grunt. I mumble under my breath, "No, no, it is..." I raise my head up and state clearly, "I'm sorry. I haven't come up with an answer yet. I just—"

"Need more time, I know," he interrupts, his voice annoyed.

I dart my eyes at him, shaking my head. "No," I tell him, "I just haven't figure what I want yet."

Zayn sighs heavily and lean forwards, breaking eye contact with me. "Either you want me or you don't," he states.

"Zayn, it's not like that and you know it," I tell him, but he doesn't turn to look at me. Therefore, I press my hands against his cheeks and pulls his face to look at me in the eyes. "I want you of course. But I don't think I'm ready for a big move like this."

"Is it because you know that I am a spy?" he questions, causing his eyes to puff. I can sense the pain he was feeling. One that I once was familiar with.

"Zayn, I don't care if you are a spy or not," I said. "I'm not going to walk away from you like the others. I am here to stay."

His lips curve into a smile as he brings up his hand and holds the side of my cheek. He caresses my skin, sending chills in my spine, and leans in. Our lips touch deeply as our heads move in sync. My whole nerves spark inside me.

Once we part our lips, he rests his forehead against mine and smirks. "So, you're not moving in?" He questions.

"Not at the moment, but maybe sometime in the future," I tell him.

"And when you are ready, I will be waiting," He states, locking our hands together. "I love you so much."

I release a small chuckle and reply, "I love you too."