Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

28: Once In A Lifetime

Zayn's POV

I park outside of the apartment building before pulling my keys out of the ignition and putting them inside of my jean pocket. I look at the sleeping beauty in the passenger seat, listening to her small breaths she takes as she sleeps. I sigh. This has been an eventful night.

With one move, I get out of the car and close the driver's door softly so I wouldn't wake up Faith. I walk around the car and open the passenger door, locking the doors. Leaning over her, I can smell her perfume. She smells of roses and daisies. I try to keep myself at ease as I unbuckle her seatbelt and let it slowly slide over her body back to its place without her getting hit by the metal. I grab her bag and put it over my shoulder before slipping my hands underneath her body.

I don't get too touchy-touchy. The only thing I'm doing is slipping my arms underneath her body so I can carry her. I succeed. I close the door with my foot before walking towards the building while Faith is still asleep.

Her head hangs before she moves her head and rests it on my shoulder so I am able to feel her breath against my neck. It surprises me and I'm not sure if she is awake or if she only moved to get comfortable again while she's asleep. I open the door of the building with a bit of a struggle and pass by the counter where the guy at the front desk is. I'm not ready to hear bullshit about me not being able to be here so I walk quickly and ignore his stare as I walk to the elevator.

When the elevator door opens, I go inside before it closes again and I press the button to Faith's apartment floor. I wait as it moves up. As I do, I dare to look down at Faith sleeping in my arms. Her eyes are anxiously closed and her lips are puckered up in an adorable way. She continues to lightly snore and I watch as she rests in my arms. I find myself smiling, though I don't know why. I don't think I should be.

A deep sigh escapes my lips before the elevator rings and the doors open, letting me walk out to Faith's apartment. I find her keys in her bag and open the door, closing it as I take us inside. It's dark inside since all the lights are turned off. But a light from inside illuminates the room. It's the moon. A full white moon that catches my attention as I pass by the living room where all of Alex's toys are on the floor.

The more I think about it as I enter Faith's room, the more I want to be full like the moon. I'm not whole. I haven't been in a long time.

I pull the covers up before slowly lowering Faith's sleeping body on the bed. When she's fully on it, I slowly remove my arms from underneath her. I ignore the soreness of my arms and lift the covers before covering her with them over her body. When I'm done, I leave her bag with her keys next to the bed and take one last look at her.

There is no denial that she really is the most perfect angel. Yes, she had stretch marks on her thighs. Yes, she didn't have the perfect skin tone in all parts of her body. Yes, she had a little bit of acne but that didn't make her any less beautiful. It's her insecurities that made her perfect because she wasn't ashamed of them anymore. I made sure of that a long time ago.

As I take a last look, I bend down on my knees in front of her. She's laying on her back but her face is facing towards me. I reach over and move the hair hiding her face, showing her still beautifully asleep. Thoughts run through my head, thousands.

She's so damn perfect, I think. How did I let her slip out of my hands?

Somehow it feels like nothing has changed. Like we were together again and I was putting her to bed after spending the day together. Right now, my heart is beating the same. It was as if there was no more distance, no more secrets between us. But I knew that was a total lie.

I sigh, leaning to kiss her warm and soft forehead. Her smell is something that reminds me of home, because she is home. She is exactly who I belong to. No matter what, I'll always be hers.