Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️

55."You knew it too, didn't you?"

"Zayn, I want to see my parents." I say in a demanding voice. He nods. I frown. He's agreeing to this just like that?

"I will take you to them myself, but only if you promise to come back to me." he cries now. Now he's thinking.

"Zayn, what the hell? You kept me in pain, you lied to my face knowing I'd find it out eventually! And you're asking me this?" I yell at him letting my tears run down my cheeks.

"Kayla, you PROMISED!" he quickly stands up and steps forward a bit, but I step back. Right, I promised. And I love him. A lot.

"I'm not leaving you, Zee. I know I promised, I never said it was over between us." I say, "And I love you, I still want to be miss Malik." my voice breaks and I smile with tears in my eyes. He smiles and comes closer to me. This time I don't move.

"Oh, you will be miss Malik eventually, sweetheart." he says as he wipes away my tears, "I will take you to your parents tomorrow, okay? It's too late now." he sniffs. I also wipe his tears away and nod. He places a kiss on my lips. "I think it's enough for you today, K." he whispers and steps back. I nod.

"I need some time to process it all." I quietly say letting my thoughts run through my head. I slowly undress and get under the covers. He does the same. But the main difference now is that he doesn't hug me like he used to... and Rodger... So I cuddle up to him myself.

"Goodnight, princess." he says in a low voice. I close my eyes. Don't feel like sleeping.

"Goodnight, hun." I answer. His heartbeat is slowing down, though it was really fast. Don't think I'll get any sleep, all I think about are my parents and how I am going to meet them tomorrow. After all this time, after all this pain I went through. I hope it's worth it. Of course, I have Zaynie now, we're going to marry.

   It's eight am, yet here I am, still thinking about my parents, but now dressed up and drinking coffee. Zayn woke up too, he knows I haven't had any sleep, but he says nothing. He said we'd drink coffee and then get on the road.

"Morning, Zayn. Morning, Kayla." Rodger's voice appears behind me what startles me. I turn around to face him.

"You knew it too, didn't you?" I ask. I suppose he should know... or... not.

"I knew what?" he frowns. Zayn sighs.

"About her parents." Zayn quietly answers. Rodger looks at him pissed.

"You really had to drop that bomb right after I hurt her?" he quietly growls. Why does this sound like he does care about me, but Zayn made him break up with me?

"Rodg, I had to tell her, I know when they'll meet, she'll be happy! At least something real and not fake like you." Zayn shouts at him. Do they even remember I am here?

"I explained the whole thing to you, Zayn! I told you I actually love her, boss thought I was just playing a revenge on you, because you sold MY company without MY permission and used the money to bribe the only girl I actually felt close to!" Rodger yells out the truth. Oh my...

"At least you saw what she was like in reality. She needed your money, she didn't need you. And I couldn't let a girl play my brother." Zayn spits out. Rodger frowns.

"I hope you both remember that I'm here, yeah?" I say sipping my coffee. They both look at me.

"Sorry, Kay. And yes, I knew it since the beginning. I helped Zayn fake the messages. And calls." Rodger mumbles and goes away angry. I sigh. Zayn stands up.

"Coffee's done?" he asks. I nod my head and place my almost empy cup on the counter. He goes out of the kitchen and I follow. Wear my shoes. Wow. We're about to see my parents.

   The car ride is quiet. Well, except there's soft r&b radio playing. Zayn's quietly humming along. Soon my old house comes in the view. Zayn also stops humming. He seems nervous. He slowly parks next to the gates. I unbuckle and get out of the car. The key under the pot. I take it and unlock the gate. Zayn follows me inside the territory. I put back the key and fastly walk over to the door. Knock.

"Kay, I should just wait in the-"

"Yes? Oh my god, Kayla!" my mom opens the door and shouts. She pulls me in a hug. I hug her back. She's alive.

"Did I hear you say Kayla?" I hear my dad's voice from upstairs. Soon he is downstairs. Mom lets me go and dad gets a full view of me. Immediately his eyes turn watery and he pulls me in a hug. I also hug him back.

   When they are done hugging me and mumbling things about how they thought I was dead, how they missed me and things like that I am ready to introduce them to Zayn. I look at him. His face shows guilt, he knows what he's done.

"Mom, dad... this is my fiancé." I say as I take his hand and pull him closer. He seems a bit shocked. Well, not like my parents, they look super shocked.

"Are you two going to..."

"Absurd!" my father immediately says, "He should be your enemy. Why are you two together?" he asks. Wait, that's why Zayn wanted to wait in the car?

"Pete, I stopped dealing drugs for her, I stopped using drugs for her, I stopped smoking for her, I work for police for her, I told her the truth about what had happened, I love her!" Zayn begins to speak up for himself. My dad looks concerned.

"You're..." my dad begins, but Zayn shows the insides of his jacket.

"I'm all clean now. No drugs, no cigarettes. No alcohol. God, I didn't even let her use drugs." he mumbles. My dad sighs.

"Pete, honey, I think we can give him a chance. But marriage? Only when you two are eighteen, only then you will get my sign." my mom says. A light appears in Zayn's eyes, he's happy now.

"Thank you, Alice!" Zayn thanks. He softly squeezes my hand and smiles at me.

"Okay. Fine. Come in, you two." my dad welcomes us both, "Momma made a cake for Nelly's birthday." dad says. Who's Nelly? We go in. There are my photos and a few other photos of a girl who looks nothing like us.

"This is your step sister, Nelly." my mom announces. My eyes widen. They adopted her, because they lost me? "She's eight today." she sighs. I look at the little figure coming downstairs. She stops dead when she sees us.

"Nelly, my sister." I quietly say. I've always wanted a sister. And she's beautiful. Really beautiful.