Burnt Cigarette {Ziam} (boyxboy)

How am I so Lucky

"what the fxck"

"Liam!" my mother scolds.

"no, Madi, I was expecting that reaction" she rests her palm on my mother's shoulder.

her wicked grin still hasn't left her face, I move closer to Zayn to hide our two hands being molded together behind our backs.

"it's nice to meet you, two" Myrah smiles, bringing her hand out to shake but I don't feel like I want to.

suddenly I feel Zayn's hand part from my own and meet in a firm shake of the intimidating girls hand.

"nice to meet you... May? was it?"

"Myrah" she bit back, trying to squeeze his hand to inflect pain but he only laughs.

"calm down there, Marry" he taunts
"Myrah" she said more agitated.
"that's what I said, Mya"

she pulls her hand back, glaring at him like she wants to set fire to his raven black hair.

I feel bad for Zayn, he doesn't know this girl is out to get me, him, us. I should have told him about her. I should have told him about a lot of things.

"well" my mother sighs in an awkward tone, trying to break the silence.

"Me and Myrah are all packed up already ! so we'll head off tomorrow ! how does that sound?" my mother squeals, sounding awfully perky.

"sounds... uh-" I start to choke on my own saliva, the mere thought of being trapped on a plane for 8 hours with that she-devil made me want to vomit.

"sounds great" Zayn covers for me.

"ok, it's late, you boys should get some sleep, we got a looooong day ahead of us" Myrah chimes, smirking at me and flickering her eyes to Zayn's.

oh God.

"ok... we're going now" I authorize.

I go for Zayn's hand but remember my mom is probably still watching us walk away.

but he holds my hand any way.

"they're watching" I tell him.

"you're only helping me up the stairs" he winks.

we get to the top step, my shaky hand holding his and my other on the crook of his back.

"thank you" Zayn smiles at me.

his stare makes me melt, his smile makes me quiver, his slurry voice makes my heart flutter.

how am I so lucky ?

"no really... Thank you"

my cheeks feel hot and red, I look down at our shoes and mumble a "no problem" and an "it was nothin'"

He grabs my face in his cold palms, his crutches, no longer being held, clash loudly to his feet, making him trip slightly but he stretches his neck to keep our lips together in a passionate kiss.

I hold his waist, hoisting him up, holding him to me as we create fire between our touch.

he's so close to me, his chest on my chest, his good leg intertwined in between my own, his lashes tickling my cheeks.

I stifle a moan into his mouth and he hums in exceptance.

he lets go, his lips plump and wet, his chest heaving against my own, his hot breath hitting mine.

"I love you.. so much, Liam... I will make up for not letting you tell you're mum we are together"

I look away, remembering that moment.