Jessica’s eyes crept up to meet a pair of glazed honey embedded eyes. It took them a while to speak, but those two were dressed from head to toe in love; the only label that never goes out of style. Zayn reached his hand up to meet Jessica’s on his face. The first time that her touches were reciprocated by him in what felt like ages. She reached over and kissed his lips. She had to. She needed to. It felt like a jolt of electricity running through her body and it made remember why she wanted to marry him in the first place. All of the hate, all of the issues. None of it compared to the feeling that seeped through her body when she felt his touch.
As their lips departed, she ran her nails along his arm, “Don’t scare me like that again.”
He chuckled a lower chuckle than usual, seeing that he hadn’t opened his mouth in over a month.
“Only if you promise to do the same.”
She just nodded her head, as a tear fell down her cheek. He lifted his hand to wipe it off gently.
“Zayn, this is all my fault. If I wasn’t so stupid, you wouldn’t be here and…”
“Jess,” he spoke, “stop it. I wanted to go find you and now I have you here by my side. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it means that you get to wear that ring and be my wife.”
“Why did I ever try to give you up?”
“Because no one wanted us together.”
“Your dad came,” Zayn looked a little dazed as Jessica spoke.
“He told me to go down and see you.”
“He told me. He thought you hated him.” Zayn looked up, slightly confused.
“I could never hate him, he’s my father.”
“I know. I talked to him and he finally told me that he understands why we’re together. After all that time and all those tears, he gets it. I just wish all of this didn’t have to happen before everyone realized it.”
“You and me both.”
They called in the nurses a little afterwards to check on Zayn’s progress. They unwrapped his side and Zayn was a little reluctant to have Jessica watch. Truth be told, she just didn’t want to leave his side. He actually needed her there a lot more than he let on. The scar was a symbol of how much they loved each other. Zayn Malik would actually take a bullet to have Jessica be his wife. And that’s exactly where they were headed.
Two weeks after being released from the hospital, Zayn was living as if it never happened. He had his therapy classes to make sure that his body was moving just the way that it was before the incident. He and Jessica were on much better terms, seeing that they were in search for a shared flat.
“What number are we on?”
“13,” Zayn answered.
“Lucky 13?”
“Let’s hope.” He smiled genuinely at her as they moved forward in creating a new life together.
They met up with their realtor and he moved around in his flawlessly tailored Gucci three- piece suit. He wore a Jean- Paul Gaultier fragrance that Jessica could recognize anywhere. It was one of her favorites and it made her think that if he could dress like this, he had her taste in housing. A woman walked out of the apartment as they walked in.
“It smells like sewage.”
Jessica looked at Zayn, “Luck 14?”
“You know,” the realtor spoke, “there’s an apartment on the penthouse floor that hasn’t been released on the market just yet. If you want to take a peek at it, I can show you.”
