misfits // z.m

ch. 24 || confessions

a/n - what does everyone think of the confession in the previous chapter? let me know!

as always, enjoy, and please comment so i know if i'm doing something right :)

love, charlie.

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XXIV. confessions

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[Zayn's POV]

"My God." I looked at her, my mouth agape and eyes wide.

She looked at me shyly, blushing. "It's hard not to, really. I mean, look at you!" She reached forward and squished my cheeks, laughing and then pressing her lips against mine.

I shook my head, "You're so unpredictable, T. Fucking hell."

I looked at her: she was in a baby blue cami and grey tracksuit bottoms, and yet she still looked too majestic for me.

"Tell me it again." I took her face between my hands and looked into her eyes, trying to detect any hesitation.

She smiled, "I love you, Zayn. I didn't know it before, but I love you."

I laughed, the sound echoing around the room as I picked her up and spun her around in the air. "Finally," I gasped, fast pressing our lips together.

She giggled and bit my lip, making me smile and once again attach our lips. "And we were this close to splitting up." I gestured with my thumb and index finger.

Thalia shook her head, "I never wanted to break up, but I thought we might be better off that way. I don't think it's healthy to argue this much."

I smiled, "I'd indulge in a million more arguments with you if it meant you'd tell me you love me every day."

She smiled up at me.

"We're both shit with words. I struggle to tell you how I feel, because you're, well, you. And I'd given up hoping you'd love me back, but now you do and-" Thalia cut me off with a kiss, and this time it was different.

My lips closed around hers and my cold palms warmed up as I held her face steady. Her hands roamed my chest, her lips on my neck. I was on fire.

I could feel her smile as I finally tore away from her with a gasp. "Thalia, not here. Your curtains are wide open."

She blushed, "Oh. Let's go upstairs, then."

I couldn't argue with that.

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[Thalia's POV]

We made that blanket fort in the end.

And in that blasted fort, we made love, like really made love. We were pressed so close, it made it a little bit easier to fill that inevitable chasm between us.

It felt like there had always been the dark presence of Smith's suicide hanging over me: it was wrong to love someone else when he died loving me. But now I knew that, sometimes, it was okay to be selfish.

"I never meant anything I said," Zayn said as we lay naked under a blanket, legs entangled. He gave me a cautious smile.

I smiled sadly, "I know. You don't have a bad bone in your body, Zayn."

He picked at some fluff on the blanket underneath us. "What I said...I can't believe I got so angry. It's you, Thalia. I have never felt so many emotions with one person. You're an enchantress, Lia, like Circe."