Zoe Rivas-

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Zayn and I continue to bicker for the next hour, before leaving finally and making the agreement to let the situation go for now. "This isn't...good for us." l sigh with a low husk, as he begins to speak, "What isn't?" I stare up at the ceiling, then back at him. "Us bickering all the time."

"Can we please let that night go already, I'm sorry." Zayn begins pouting his lips and stares deep into my green eyes. "Fine. Just this time. I don't have a lot of patience with you." I tilt my head and point my finger at him. "I know." He says happily, then walks off and away, ending our conversation.

"That cold... Hearted....monster!" I murmur loudly, Zayn turns around. "Heard that!" He shouts from across the hall and carries on outside of the building , as so I. When I get outside, I take in the sight of my car being towed away by a giant truck. I run after it, but after a block or two, I run shortly out of breath.

I groan, whilst getting up from my bent knees and begin to walk back to campus without a choice. I spend the next fifteen minutes kicking rocks as I pass by them from block to block. But the peaceful sound of the wind blowing past my body, soon startles me as I hear a loud car honking beside me.

I jump at least a foot in the air, startled, but soon calm down as it appears to be Zayn in the unfamiliar car beside me. "Zayn! The hell?!" He waves at me, rolling his side window down. "Zoe, it's dark and-" I cut him off, "And you scared the hell out of me!"

"That was on purpose, now get in the car." He demands, using a strong voice. "I would rather walk! I need some more time away from you!" He differs, "I think it's the other way around." He smirks and gives a slight wink. "What's going on out here?!" A woman out of nowhere opens the door to her house and comes straight at us with a cane in her hand.

"I want you stupid colleagues to leave now! I'm trying to play bingo with my husband!" Zayn and I begin to snicker, as she slowly makes her way to us and holds her cane in the air. "We better go!" Zayn jokes, "She looks so threatening...." In slow-motion, we both get inside his car and laugh while driving away like a slug.

"Lucky enough, she didn't have a shotgun." Zayn tells me, chuckeling. "My grandmother had about thirty." He looks at me with disbelief. "You can't be serious." I point my eyes directly at him, serious. "Damn, I won't be getting near her anytime soon."

I sniffle, as a tear drops from my eye, "She's dying and she'll be gone from my life in two years." He sympathizes with me, "Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart." He holds me in a sweet hug, shocking me completely of his new attitude.

"Why are you being so sweet?" He confusingly tilts his head, "What do you mean? I feel...sorry for...you.." I slightly smile at him, "I expected a rude remark as usual." He breathes down my neck, sending shivers down as well. "There's a warmer side to me." He pulls his face in front of mine and breaks the space between us.

We kiss in a very passionate way, bringing more of a closeness between us. "I think we can make this work." he whispers against my lips. "I don't know, Zay-" He breaks off my sentence and pushes his lips harder against mine. We make out roughly, until we stop to take as many breaths possible. "You better prove it to me." I tell him, while raising my eyebrows.

"Everday, I'll have you by my side." I sigh, "I need more than just that Zayn. You need to stop with the shitty moods." He nods, guiltiness displays on his face. "Alright, love." I shrug a little, but then start to believe him as he smiles warmly at me.

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Author's Note

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