Catch Me If You Can (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

“Rae, it’s been one month, you need to go back,” Zayn tell me sympathetically.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Don’t you want to see Jayla and Ariana?  They have been calling you like crazy and coming to the house but you told me to send them away.”

“I just want to stay home and mourn.”

“Well, too bad.  You need to go to school, Rae.”

I pout and cross my arms over my chest in protest.  “You can’t make me, brother.”

“I can sister,” he replies with a little smirk playing on his soft, pink lips.

He jumps onto my bed and playfully tackles me.

“Tickle War,” he declares shouting and starts tickling my sides as I squeal.

“Stop,” I breathe out, trying to catch my breath.

He smiles down at me devilishly and continues to tickle me harder and faster.

“Zayn, stop, or I’m going to pee!”

He stops and stares down at me.  He gazes into my eyes as he shifts his weight to straddling me with his knees.  I look into his eyes and he brings a hand to my face, tracing my forehead with his fingertips and down my cheek and lips. 

I close my eyes slowly as my heart thumps in my chest, threatening to break through my rib cage.

Zayn brushes back a stray tendril of hair and pins it behind my right ear.

Zayn moves closer to me as I can feel his hot breath against my parted lips.

Suddenly, my alarm clock goes off again as it had been ten minutes since I last hit snooze.  Zayn, pulls away from me and my eyes shoot open. 

“Um. . .get ready for school, Rae,” Zayn says as he exits my room quickly.

I bring my fingertips to my lips cautiously, like my lips are fire and would burn my fingers.

I stand up and strip off my clothes, so I’m bare and walk to my bathroom to take a quick shower before school.

I turn the water on cold and step into the freezing water.  The water feels good on my skin, like it’s washing away all my sorrow and giving my body winter kisses. 

I pour half the bottle of shampoo into my hand not knowing what I’m doing, as I am distracted in my thoughts.  I bring my hand to my hair and massage it into my hair to wash all of my thoughts out of my head.

After showering, I get dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top, trying not to show too much cleavage since it is a bit low-cut.

I throw my hair into a ponytail and walk down stairs, grabbing an apple on the way out the door, careful to avoid Zayn.

I drive to school, slightly speeding and hear a quiet beep telling me that I got a text.  I wait to park my car in the school lot before reading the text message.

Immediately recognizing the name as Zayn, I tap my finger on the screen to read the text,” I have to go back on tour soon with the boys, join?”

There was no hint of him trying to recall the events of this morning in the text.  I tap my fingers in a quick reply,” why?”

He responds quickly,” you can’t stay alone.  Yes or no?”

“I’ll think about it,”  I text him back before turning my phone on silent and sliding it into my pocket and getting out of my car.

As I exit my car, people turn to look at me and I smile at them shyly.  I unconsciously move the bracelets on my wrists to cover the scars and recent cuts.

After almost dying and trying to stop, I couldn’t.  Cutting is my stress reliever and it’s not like it hurts.

I walk to the doors and Jayla and Ariana come up to me, enveloping me in a bone-crushing group hug.

“I’m so sorry about Maria,” Ariana sympathetically said while hugging me.

“Where have you been, hoe,” Jayla screeched but had a smile on.

“Home,” I replied simply.

“Well, now you’re back and we are happy to see you,” Ariana said with a smile on her face.

“Not for long,” I say while walking through the school doors with Jayla and Ariana trailing behind me.

“Wait, what do you mean,” Jayla asked skeptically.

“I’m leaving with Zayn this weekend.”

“Why are you leaving with him,” Jayla asks.

“I can’t stay along and I don’t want to be here any longer.”

“Oh,” Jayla and Ariana say simply.

“I need to get to class now, bye.”

I left them behind me at my locker and went to my first period class.

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“Zayn, I’m home,” I announce as I open the front door and walk to the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream.

I hear a thump and a string of curse words as Zayn comes into the kitchen hopping on one foot.

“Those steps are cursed,” he says heatedly.

I laugh a little and shake my head as he hops over on one foot and grabs my spoon my ice cream and take a big bite out of my ice cream.

I glare playfully at him and shake my head.

Zayn just smiles at me and brings me into a big bear hug.

“Get packing because we leave tomorrow actually,” Zayn whispers softly in my ear.  “I’ll help you, love.”

I nod my head and pull of of his embrace and finish eating my ice cream.

I walk up to my room and pull out my biggest suitcase.  Zayn walks into my room after me.  “You don’t have to bring everything; we can go shopping with the guys and get you what you need.  I nod my head in response.

Zayn opens my dresses drawers and it just happens to be my lingerie drawer.  A deep blush rises to his cheeks and along with mine in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he says embarrassed.

“It’s okay. . . .”

Zayn shuts the drawer quickly and walks to my closet and starts grabbing things and putting them into my suitcase.

“I have more suitcases.  I’ll probably need it.”

“Yeah, you will.  You’ll need a suitcase just for your lingerie in the seconds I saw it.”

“Yeah. . . .”

A few hours later, Zayn and I finished stuffing my clothes into suitcases.  The grand total of four suitcases but not all of the suitcases are big.

“Thanks Zayn, for everything,” I say gratefully and hug Zayn tightly.

“You’re welcome, Rae.  I hope you realize that you still have to go to school in England though.”

I sigh in realization.  “I know.”

“You’ll be in a private school.  Public schools there aren’t good.”

“Zayn, shut up.  You are acting like a dad now.”  Except dads don’t almost kiss their daughter.

He laughs.  “Let’s go to bed now.  It’s late,” he says.

“Okay,” I walk to my bed and slip into my bed in my clothes and Zayn tucks me in and kisses the tip of my nose softly.

“Good night, Rae.”

**** I hope you guys liked this chapter!  It was more light-hearted :)  ZAYN AND RAE AREN'T BROTHER AND SISTER!  THEY JUST CONSIDER THEMSELVES BROTHER AND SISTER BECAUSE OF HOW CLOSE THEY ARE NOW! Vote :) Comments appreciated and they motivate me :) Fannnnnnn if you like my work :)