Lovely - A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

23. The longing lasts

Present night.

After the whole encounter with Sabrina, Zayn was quiet contented but something in his mind was constantly disturbing him. The fact that she changed her identity? Or she doesn't love him anymore? Everything was weathering his strong will of bringing her back.

Sabrina on the other hand was shocked, overwhelmed and probably confused over how the famous lad acted around her. Even though she knew that  he was way out of her league, she made herself as comfortable as possible around but it just doesn't seem to be working because every time he used to talk, the back of her mind kept saying that something is just not familiar. That's what made her self conscious and she flinched every second he got close to her.

Zayn knew that how much ever he wanted, it wasn't healthy to pressurize her so much. It'd be good if he keeps his distance, startling her is the last thing he wants to do, but she was irresistible as he would state. He can't let her go. Not this time. God has granted him a second chance. He'll make the best of it as he has decided. 

(Zayn's POV)

The way Shiza acted was no where near how someone could behave with the person they love. I love her so much. Why doesn't she remember anything? It's gonna be hard to process that she lost her memory, she didn't lose her memory, did she?

I was alone at home in my room. Just like some other time, so I got up from my bed and went to the little dance studio I built for her when we first moved in. It was really so much merrier when she was by my side. Through rough times, dark seasons. I don't know how did she put up with me? But I want her to do that my whole life. I can't just ignore that she is back with no memory. No can do.

How her body swinged to the beat, so graceful. Whatever happened to her, I have to go within and find out the roots of it.  So I took out my phone and did what I was supposed to.

"Hey Kiara,...yeah. I know... Okay... Would you keep the same girl for me? Is that possible?...  Alright thanks. I'll see ya."

Fucking finally, I'm so relieved. I was sitting down on the floor and let my back fall against the floor, my forearm covered my eyelids and I smiled thinking of my angel.  I will meet her again.

(Sabrina's POV)

This day has been really busy for me.
First off, I got to style one of the most popular personality, second I felt extremely awkward and confused the whole time.

But styling is really a Herculean task for a person to do in such a tender time. Seconds bloomed to hours so quickly and I felt like it was on wheels all the time.

I did as I was told.

Three outfits, his choice.

But the funny thing is he didn't like either of them. So I kept looking and showed him for the second time.

Again. clicking tongues.

Now, it's enough and I got frustrated but I couldn't go harsh on him. So I kept calm even though I was a little pissed at his behavior. I don't think he was even looking at the outfits. He just denied by shaking his head while standing an inch further from me.

Finally he settled on an outfit which I showed him for the first time. He clearly denied that outfit in front of me. I was bewildered. But whatever, these famous people are just unpredictable.

After the shoot I left the place but the conversation happened as I entered his room, was something that made me feel like he was portending  something I ain't aware of...

Back at zayn's house...

"You know...your lips look good when you open it but I'll lose control if you don't close them."  He whispered and I flinched with three things running in my mind... His breath, his voice and my braincells.