The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 43 - I'm his and he's mine.

A/N- Around 10 chapters to go till the end!!!

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-Hannah's POV-

"I love you" i said, emphasising each word with a kiss to his lips. It was 9' o clock in the morning and Zayn and I had been awake the whole night. 

I laid on top of him, the sheets covering over semi-naked bodies.

"Would you believe me if I said i love you more than you know?" he said, his swollen lips hovering over mine not giving me time to respond, smashing themselves against me.

"I always had. always do, and always will" i said, kissing his jawline.

"Hrmmppphhhh" he said, quirking his eyebrows.

I leaned down and kissed him not giving him an opportunity to say anything further, his lips obeyed me, moving perfectly in sync with mine, his large hands gripping my waist holding me against him, lurking onto the small of my back. He moved down under me, and kissed my collarbone, my chest and moved up to my neck.

I heard the bell ring, maybe Sean and Cole must have come. Whatever, not like i'm naked or anything, we just don't have our shirts on.  I moved lower, my lips against his collarbone, kissing each tattoo.

"Holy Mother Of God!" I heard my dad yell when my door opened. My head snapped backwards to see my father standing at the doorway, his eyes covered. I looked at Zayn, and his eyes were wide open with panic. 

I mean i would have been panicky too, but i don't really give a shit about what my parents felt about this relationship.

Honestly.

"Relax" i said softly to Zayn, giving him a slight kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Geez, Dad. Calm down, we aren't having sex. We were just kissing, and you've seen me do that before" I said, pulling on my tshirt. 

"Hannah Brooke Baker! That is not how you talk to me!" My dad said, his voice low yet intimidating.

"Oh, I'm sorry I offened you." I said, taking Zayn's hand and pulling him up to stand next to me. His eyes were trained onto the floor. I sighed, i was a little upset he put his shirt back on.

My mum appeared at the doorway, "Hi sweetie!" she said, hugging me. Tight. "Hi Zayn" she said, pulling Zayn into the hug too. "So Dan, I wa-" she stopped mid-sentence when she saw my dad's face. Not that it was scary or anything. It was just red.

"Did i miss out on something?" my mum asked, confused, her arm still holding me.

"Quite right you did. You missed your daughter making out with her boyfriend with no clothes on" my dad said, folding his arms across his chest.

I must have got this habit form him. An act of authority.

"No shirt on" i corrected.

Zayn gripped my hand, telling me to stop. But there was no way in hell that I was gonna let my dad walk all over me, he has no right to tell me anything.

He lost that right when he lost my mums love the first time.

"Zayn, i think you should come with me" Niall said, appearing at the doorway.