Chapter 21.

"If I find out that annoying boy in my house again, I'll make you regret it, Maire Iris Stephen." Aunt Georgia warns me, before glaring at me and exiting the front door and I close it behind her, sighing in relief as I lean against the door.

Only if you know I'm about to be hanging out with him at your house. What is she going to do if she finds out. The surprising thing is that I don't even feel scared anymore of the circumstances-which is quite weird, coming from my side because I'm always worried of other's reactions.

My eyes land on the wall clock which says seven fifteen, making me run upstairs to my bedroom as I quickly change into my huge dark purple hoodie and white tights and leave my long hair open, covering them with my hoodie, applying a bit eyeliner and peach lipgloss. I stand in front of the dresser and stare at myself in the mirror.

I look pretty decent. Not that I want to overdose and make Zayn question why the hell am I dressed up too much just for watching movies at home?

And I don't even want to look too simple to make him question why the hell do I look like a maid when I could've at least dressed up properly?

I don't even have an idea what on earth I am thinking at the moment. I'm just too nervous. Zayn and I will be alone at home watching movies and he will be here in-I look down at my black wrist watch below-five minutes.

Applying a bit perfume, making sure not to shower with it, I walk downstairs when I hear the bell ring and my heart beat fastens when I open the door but get shocked when a pair of lips attach to mine, pushing me back in the house, against the wall.

I get too shocked to function with the sudden action that I stand still not knowing what to do, until I push the guy away from me and look at him in shock before my eyes land on the other figure present in the room. I look between the blonde and the guy with jet black hair in bewilderment.

I look into the hazel eyes, speachless when I find anger and pain in them before they turn around and he begins to leave but I stop him in the tracks. He doesn't listen to me as he continues walking out of the porch until I run behind him and turn him around to face me.

"Zayn, wait!" I protest.

His eyes stay on the ground as he doesn't bother to look up at me. I hesitantly place my hand on his cheek, making him look up at me. "Don't leave..please?" I plead, looking in his eyes as he watches me quietly.

"I'm sorry I disturbed whatever you were doing with that guy. You should've denied my offer when you had plans with other peopl-"

"Zayn," I stop him mid sentence, gaining his attention. My hand is still placed on his cheek. "I had plans only with you. He is my neighbour-"

"I don't want to know who he is. But you could've atleast called and canceled our plans." He says, looking away from me and I remove my hand from his cheek, stepping back from him.

"Are you done yet?" I ask him. I'm slightly getting annoyed by his attitude, but he has misunderstood the situation and I don't want misunderstandings between us. If he is going to be stubborn and not listen to me, then I'm also going to be stubborn and make him listen to me.

He looks over at me before his eyes dart to something behind me. I turn my head to find the blonde guy who had kissed me earlier walk up to us. I stare at him in anger as he brings up his index finger in front of me to stop me from glaring at him.

"Don't glare at me like that, it's scary. I know what I did was a bit wrong-okay okay, a lot wrong- but let me explain." He speaks up, brushing his finger against his lip ring. He's not a stranger, he's Jeremy, my neighbour and in my history class. I would've passed out if a stranger barged into our house and kiss me like that.

"Speak." I grit, causing a chuckle to escape from his lip, looking at how angry I look he backs away, mumbling a 'sorry' to me.

"It was my dare to kiss you. I would never kiss you-no, no, I don't mean in that way. What I mean is, I would never barge into your house and kiss you forcefully." Jeremy explains, finding it hard to stay in the same position as he keeps on shifting on his legs, chewing on his fingers, looking everywhere. He seems like a crazy person sometimes. His light blue eyes dart to Zayn when he speaks up to him.

"So you would kiss her if she lets you?" Zayn asks in a monotone.

"Yeah, I mean she's hot." Jeremy shrugs his shoulders, with his eyes traveling all over my body from head to toe, making me uncomfortable.

"What? No, I'm not!" I object.

"Yes, you are!" Zayn and Jeremy both say at the same time, looking offended by my objection.

I wish the ground would open up and swollow me right now at this moment of awkwardness.

"Uh.." I trail off, giving both of them an unsure look. Pursing my lips, I look away in embarrassment when I hear Zayn speaking to Jeremy.

"Do NOT kiss her next time, dare or not. Other wise I would be giving myself a dare to knock some senses into you." Zayn steps forward, only few inches away from Jeremy's athletic body as he warns in a dangerously calm tone.

What am I even doing here watching these two boys embarrass me out of no where.

"Okay, okay, time up. Back off both of you." I awkwardly clap, trying to catch their attention as I look like some refree ending a fight. Both of their heads turn around to face me as I find a pissed off look on Zayn's face. I've completely ruined his mood. Today was supposed to be fun instead of these stupid arguments.

Zayn backs away from Jeremy, and I wrap my hands around his arm, pulling him inside the house before we both stop with Jeremy's comment from behind.

"Your ass looks amazing in those tights!" Jeremy gives out a laugh, yelling at me and I feel my cheeks heating up at that. I can tell by the look on his face that he said that purposely to annoy Zayn and I. Especially Zayn-who looks super bothered by his expressions.

"Her ass is covered with that hoodie, so don't act like you see anything!" Zayn shouts back, showing middle finger to Jeremy before he pushes both of us inside and shuts the door behind.

"Um, sorry for that.." I awkwardly trail off as we both head to my room, upstairs. He doesn't answer as he quietly enters my room, looking around the place before he takes off his jacket and places at the arm rest of the couch and takes a seat on it.

"Are you not going to talk to me or what?" I ask him, folding my arms on my chest. He lifts up his head looking over at me, when I finally notice a shopping bag in his hand which he hands over to me.

"I'm just a bit pissed, and this is for you." He says. Frowning, I look inside the shopping bag to find chocolate muffins and a rose inside it, which erases my frown and a smile starts forming on my face.

"Thank you," I smile at him and he gives me a curt nod.

He still seems pissed off. I don't know what I can do to make him happy. Being confused about the situation, I walk over to the table where my CDs are kept and bring them over to Zayn.

"What do you want to watch?" I ask, smiling.

"Whatever you want to watch." He says, less enthusiastically and I pout sadly at his behaviour. He isn't even bothering to look up at me.

"Stop being a baby, Zay-okay, okay!" I raise my hands in defence when he looks up at me intensely, his glare cutting my sentence in middle.

I'll just quietly choose a movie and eat my muffins then. This evening wasn't supposed to be like this.

I walk over to my laptop and sit next to Zayn, placing the laptop on my lap as I insert the CD in the driver. I huff, placing the laptop in Zayn's lap when I walk over to my bed to get the duvet as I walk back to Zayn and drape it over us, hearing a small "thank you," coming out of his mouth. I adjust the laptop back on my lap as I play the movie and as soon as the title pops up on the screen a loud groans escapes from Zayn's mouth.

"Seriously? After all those movies you had with you, you chose Twilight?" He rubs both of his hands on his mouth in annoyance, letting out a girly whine from his mouth which earns a laugh from me.

"Stop whining, and watch this with me. I find Edward hot that's why I've watched it hundreds of time."

Half of the movie, he slept. He literally dozed off with his head resting on my shoulder as I heard his soft snores, making me lightly giggle at him. After good forty five minutes of the movie passing, his eyes open and I turn my head sideways to glance at him with a smile on my face.

"Oh, look who decided to wake up when half of the movie has already passed?" I laugh at him.

Not that I minded him sleeping with his head on my shoulder. I found it cute, which is the reason I sneakily took a picture of us in that position in my phone.

"Thanks to you for choosing this movie which got me tired," he chuckles, with his head still on my shoulder.

"You just watched the movie for five minutes, Zayn." I point out, still laughing at him. I rest my head against his as we not so quietly watch the rest of the movie-with him being extra judgy towards Edward Cullen, pointing out weird flaws in his behaviour, clothes, hair and even his sparkling skin. He even questioned it by saying 'my skin doesn't glows like this when I walk out in the day light' which only caused me to bang my head against my phone and point out that Edward was a vampire and Zayn is a human.

"He's so hot," I sigh in a dreamy way, hearing a scoff from beside me. "What is your problem with him?" I ask him.

"My problem with him? He's so fake." He rolls his eyes, and I look at him in disbelief with my eyes and mouth hanging wide.

"Zayn are you serious? He. Is. Just. A. Character. Who. Supposedly. Is. A. Vampire. And. Vampires. Are-"

"Talk like a human. You aren't some supernatural creature." He sasses, again rolling his eyes at me.

"You mister, what is your problem? Why have you been acting like this the whole time?" I finally snap, getting annoyed by his behaviour.

"You want to know what my problem is?" He asks me in the same tone as mine as he now sits straight in front of me. I turn my whole body towards him and answer for him to speak.

"My problem is that I wanted to be the one to kiss you tonight, not that random stupid blonde guy! My problem is that you keep fangirling over this stupid vampire instead of paying attention to me. My problem is that-"

"Kiss me." I say.

"-is that he-wait what?" He stops his rant in midway, looking at me in surprise. His eyes widen at my words as he quietly look at me with his mouth agape.

"Kiss me, Zayn." I repeat my words, confidently.

I notice as his eyes soften and he leans forward. His gaze flickering between my lips and eyes. Our foreheads touch as he stares deeply into my eyes, his scent flooding my senses as I await his lips on mine. "Maire," he whispers, my heart racing and fluttering at his voice as I smile and clamp both of my hands at either sides of his face. His left hand rests on my waist as the right one finds it's way in my hair. As soon as his lips press against mine, my brain lights on fire and the warmth spreads throughout my entire body. I caress my thumb over his light scruffed cheeks, giving all of myself in our kiss. His lips are warm and taste of mint; he had obviously been chewing gum earlier. I pull him closer to me as we slowly kiss, without our tongues. Just our lips against each other are enough to light up the fire. I feel myself getting breathless but I don't pull back. It's like I can't just get enough of it, I don't want to seperate. I wish we could stay like this forever.

But everything can't stay the same forever. We quickly pull back when we hear a familiar horn of a car outside.

"Shit," I mumble, pulling away from Zayn, breathless.

"Hide in the washroom. They are back!" I squeal, pulling Zayn up from the couch.

"Wha.." he stares at me in shock, giving me a dumb look and I groan, pushing him inside the washroom.

"Don't make any sounds and don't come out until I tell you to," I whisper and he stays still with a dumb look on his face and I shut the door of the washroom, feeling bad for him.

I squeal when I pass by the mirror and look at my swollen lips. A smile and a tingling feeling appears in my body and I cover my lips quickly with my hand over my mouth when the door of my room swings open. "Maire, we're back. Mum is asking if Zayn came here." Tyler asks me with a bored look on his face as he looks tired.

"No, he didn't." I lie, my voice coming out muffled due to my hand on my mouth.

"Why are you covering your lips?" He asks me, furrowing his eyebrows and stepping inside my room. I try to think of a lie to come up with when my eyes land on Zayn's jacket resting on the couch and I almost get a heart attack.

If Tyler sees this, I'm dea- there we go, he found it.

"Who's jacket is this?" He asks me.

I want to run away, screaming like a mad woman right now. But I can't do that since that guy is stuck in my washroom and I'm stuck here with swollen lips.

"I found this jacket in the library, I wore it and it got me some kind of allergy and my lips are all swollen now.." I try to lie. This is the dumbest thing a person would ever say. I know I'm going to get caught because this jacket is only wore by Zayn in the whole school.

But my cousin is dumb I guess because he seems to think I'm telling the truth. He nods and exists my room before rolling his eyes at me. I give out a huge sigh of relief and walk back to the washroom to find the window of my washroom open and Zayn no where to be seen.

"What the heck.. did he just jump from here? Oh my God!" My eyes widen and I begin to panick but soon feel a kiss on my cheek from behind, again sending me those warm sensations and a hand wraps around my waist from behind.

"I'm still here," he again kisses my cheek, softly causing them to heat up.

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Fast and a long update. Can I get more votes and comments on it ONLY if you liked it?

Book's ending soon btw. So I'd be updating frequently like this. Do you guys mind it?

Love y'all and Zayn a lot. Keep smilin' cause it looks best on you :) x

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