If Time Stands Still

14- tough love

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Aylin's POV

"You're insane." Luna laughs, "You've been pacing back and forth since my show started."

My gaze briefly shifts to the TV after her statement. Upon realizing that she's right, I force myself to take a seat on the leather sofa, this time gnawing at my lower lip.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I blurt out, unable to stay calm since it's been more than fifteen minutes since dad and Zayn has been in the garage.

"I wouldn't know. I'm not dumb enough to bring guys home." She sneers, earning a glare from my side. "Kidding!"

"I was being serious." I turn my attention back to the TV, attempting to distract myself with The Bachelor. She's obsessed with this show, I swear.

As hard as I try to focus on whats happening on the screen, my mind keeps drifting back to what they're up to. Every few minutes, the sound of the engine roars in the distance, but whenever it fell silent again is when my heart would pick up speed.

"Dude!" Luna groans, exasperated.

"What!?" I snap.

She gives my leg a pointed look, and it's then when I realize it's bouncing profusely, causing my foot to tap on the floor. If it's not one nervous habit, it's the next.

"All sorted?" Mum asks from the kitchen, causing my head to whip in her direction. Dad enters first, followed by Zayn whose hands are black from the grease. His hair isn't as in tact as it was before, a few strands dangle before his bright eyes and the yellow hoodie he was wearing is now wrapped around his waist. Thankfully the V-neck that he's wearing is black.

"It will be. Turns out it was the spark plugs." Dad shrugs, and I notice that his hands are clean, not even a spec of grease evident. Had it not been for how hot Zayn looks right now, I'd probably have been more mad about that.

Building up the courage to face them again, I hesitantly make my way out the living room with Luna following closely behind, of course.

"Water, juice, coffee, tea?" Mom queries.

"Water would be lovely." Zayn smiles gratefully, "I've got to use the loo real quick, and also..." He holds his hands up, wiggling his greasy fingers.

Mom chuckles, pointing to the guest bathroom. "That way."

"Thank you." He takes a few strides before noticing me. When he does, a smile spreads on his face, "I'm actually still lost on where the bathroom is. There's like, three doors here and I wouldn't want to open them all."

I'm certain that if he keeps this up, just being him, I'll be falling deeper into this.

"Follow me, greasy." I taunt.

"Man, I thought there was gonna be more drama." Luna rolls her eyes before turning on her heel.

Zayn and I glance at each other, chuckling.

"Bathroom." I point to the middle door, but he doesn't move, "And you're not moving because...?"

"I might dirty the handle, duh." He says smugly, "Open it for me?"

"You're an ass." I turn the handle, pushing the door open. Before he enters, he pinches my cheek with his filthy hand and quickly shuts the door in my face before I can retaliate.