Fix You (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixteen •

Chapter 16 FYZM

•Skylar Bennett•

I fumbled with the locket that hung loosely around my neck, letting my fingers graze the shiny gold protectively.

"And I was like "ohmygod!" I mean, what would you do if you walked in on them practically making babies?!" Louis shouted, a grin smeared across his thin, pink lips. I blushed, feeling my face flush to a fine shade of red. I gripped the locket tighter, shaking my head with a slight smile on my face.

I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy what had happened in the bunk, because I did. Very much so.

I could still feel his breath linger on my lips and his body warmth radiating of his skin and smacking onto mine. I could replay the hole scenario in my head just like a video.

Zayn scowled, "Oh, bloody hell, Lou. Shut the fu-"

"LANGUAGE YOUNG MAN!" Louis screeched, placing his hand in front of him in a stop position. I stifled a laugh, getting up from the leather couch in the middle of the bus and trotting toward my bunk.

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"Skylar?" Zayn called, whipping the curtain of my bunk apart, revealing himself. His chest was bare, with loose chinos hanging freely off his waist. His normally sleek, black hair, wasn't done professionally as always. For once, he actually looked like the Bradford boy I once knew. . .

"Hi, Zayn." I murmured, letting my gaze snap back to the bright screen of my Apple laptop that sat comfortably on my lap. I felt the small bed of the bunk dip beside me, and Zayn's warmth suddenly radiate of his own body and slap against mine..

"What are you doing?" Zayn asked, his small whisper tickling the crook of my neck.

My blue orbs glistened with tears, and glimmered in the reflection of the laptop's screening light. The twitter page of my account was pulled up on the screen, with tweets of love, and tweets of hate.

I could feel my heart break with every single word.

"Sky, why are you reading this rubbish?" Zayn harshly mumbled, snatching my laptop from my grasp and taking it into his own. He smacked it onto his lap, letting it sit infront of him. I refused to let my orbs catch Zayn's, and his catch my own. I didn't want to see the look of anger linger in his chocolate coloured eyes, and the heartbreak fill mine.

I let my vision glue to the sight of Zayn's fingers rapidly pressing the keys on the screen and making small slapping sounds.

"There." He said, passing my laptop back to me with gentleness and care.

I looked at the tweet with fear, mustering a bit of courage.

@zaynmalik1D: Wow. Never knew fans could be so viscous when it came to the ones I care about most. @SkylarTrionBennett doesn't deserve this. She is just as talented and well gifted as I am, and doesn't deserve to get hate from her own fans, #Skyscrapers

I smiled gently, biting my bottom lip and grazing my teeth over the pad of dry skin. Being this close to him was sending chills through my body.. It felt so right, but in the end, I knew I was going to get hurt somehow.

I feel like he will soon betray me again. I can't get to close.. If I do, it will just backfire in my face. And that's the last thing I actually need.

"Zayn, can I ask you something?" I asked, whispering tenderly in his right ear. His olive skin came in contact with my ivory flesh, waves of indescribable affection smacking me.

He nodded; I twitched from his sudden gesture. .

"Do you remember the day when I told you how I felt? And the first day we agreed to try?" I questioned, ignoring his eye contact, and avoiding touching his skin. I pulled away from his body slowly, still fumbling with my slim and skinny fingers. Zayn chuckled dryly, shaking the bed as he slowly nodded his head once again;