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when we collide
17| pain on the terrace

"I'm going to scream, and this headache is killing me and I'm nervous and-"

"Taking the fact you shoved six vodka cranberries in forty minutes I don't think what you were expecting." Crystal replies, passing Zayn some water as he sits on the kitchen counter and shoves seven lemons in it.

"Zayn I don't think adding so many lemons-"
"WHAT DO I DO?!" Crystal gasps, her hand clutching her chest.
"Why'd he say 'there's something serious to talk about' and that too in the 'you're dead as a meat' tone." Crystal sighs. Apparently Zayn's boss, Jason, called around twelve in the night and told Zayn there's something really important he needs to discuss with him.

Obviously Zayn lost his shít.

"I don't think it's anything really to worry about." she comforts, cleaning the dishes and taking a glance back at him. His legs were dangling lightly as he sat on the counter and moved them like a kid moving his legs in water.

Crystal's shawl wrapping his torso as he sips on the water.
It took everything in Crystal to not say he looked absolutely. . . cute?

"The party being so close, I'm just scared." he reasons, sipping on the water and spitting it out. "Disgusting." chuckling lightly, Crystal turns to wash the last plate and moves to dry them.

"Carolina is on leave, you're busted with work seeing the bakery." it had crossed a week since her birthday and the news of the bakery and for opening the bakery didn't do that bad.

Being the only bakery in the locality people did come in mornings and after the free tasting they did on Sunday, people loved what they tasted.

"It's all cool."
"Let me help you." he objects, jumping down the counter and clutching the shawl as he helps Crystal dry the utensils.
"Zayn, it's okay-"

He yanks the plate out of her grasp and starts drying it. A smile takes place on her lips as she dries her plate. A silence ponders on for moments more.
"I really like your company."

Crystal gazes at Zayn who smiles at the plate after saying a sentence that makes Crystal go haywire. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. You really make this house. . . less lonely." he squeaks, barely over a whisper.

"Wanna go on the roof?"
"You can go on that roof?" Crystal screams, bewildered. "Won't we fall?"

"Jeez, come on." he says, putting the last plate back and clutching Crystal's shawl. "Also, I'm not giving these back." he says, wearing her pink mittens and slipping in her fur slippers with much problem.

"Zayn." Crystal laughs as he passes a goofy smile and runs upstairs. Clearing up the counter she steps out of the kitchen, double checking the doors and switching off the lights behind her.

She walks to the last room and stares in confusion as she exits to the balcony, the chilly weather making goosebumps rise on her skin. "Zayn?"

"Up here." he replies. She turns behind and looks up to see him leaning from the roof. It was obvious he jumped up there and more obvious Crystal couldn't do that. "Are you serious?"

"Come on." he says, passing his hand down to her. She eyes it hesitantly. "Trust me, I won't let you fall." he promises. Too late.

"Zayn you do realise I'm tiny as a dwarf." she reasons further, her teeth chattering against one another due to the chilly surroundings. Zayn jumps down in the balcony and sighs.

"Come here." he says, sitting down on one knee and leaning his hand freely in air for Crystal. She walks closer hesitantly, standing in front of him as he holds her hands and in one movement passes his head between the gap of her legs and stands up.

Crystal screams lowly, clutching on his hands for dear life as she sits on his shoulder. "You're light as a feather."

"Oh my god, put me down. I'll fall!" she yells, her hands moving to his neck to clutch something. Zayn moves forward and she leaps her hands on the shed of the roof and tries to crawl further.

When she's half there, Zayn retrieves his neck and pushes her àss. "Zayn!"
Zayn laughs lowly as she successfully sits on the shed, turning to glare at him.

"Perv."
"You got a cute àss."
"Doesn't mean you can touch it."
"I can do hell lot of things but-"
Zayn silences immediately as Crystal swallows the lump in her throat staring at Zayn who shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips.

He jumps and holds the shed, making Crystal gasp, and pulls himself up, muscles flexing in an astounding way that it forces Crystal to look away.
He motions Crystal near to the chimney and they sit, leaning their back to the chimney wall as she sees whole of the colony from the top.

"This wall is warm."
"I know, the steam maybe." Zayn mumbles, draping a blanket over both of them. Crystal clutches the blanket around her shoulder for dear life.

"Too cold?" he asks hesitantly as he places a beanie over his head.
"Y-yeah." she whispers, glancing up at the sky. It wasn't as clear and striking as the sky on the property they had trespassed at but it still was magnificently beautiful.

She hears Zayn play 'Can't help falling in love' by Elvis and a smile takes place on her lips.
"Take my hand." she hears Zayn sing and the hair on the back of her neck rise. "Take my whole life too." Zayn smiles at her as he continues singing, his voice coming out throaty and deep that Crystal almost sings the next line.

"But I can't help falling in love," Zayn's hand brushes down her arm and clutches her hand.
"With you." he breathes lowly. Crystal leanes in poking her nose in the nape of his neck, nuzzling in with her eyes closed and she feels Zayn's hold on her hand get stronger. Her breath hitting Zayn's neck slowly making him take a deep breath in.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" Crystal whisper sings, her face still nuzzled in Zayn's neck that she sends him in a frenzy as her low whiper travels straight to his ears.

"You sound beautiful." he compliments, cheeks tinting pink, definitely due to the cold. He tilts his face lightly and his cheek brushes against Crystal.
Both of them almost in a frenzy of electricity but they mask it somehow. Crystal leans in slightly and presses her lips just below his ear slowly. Zayn closes his eyes when he feels her lips brushing against his skin.

He opens his eyes when he feels her move back. "What was that for?" he asks lowly.
"I-I don't know. I just wanted to kiss you, you looked beautiful." she whispers. "Yeah?" Zayn breathes. Crystal starts sitting straight but Zayn holds her face with his hand.

"Don't it-it feels. . . nice." she smiles shyly and returns back to her earlier posture. A silence lingers in the atmosphere as they take in each other's presence.

"I've never been loved the way I wanted someone to." Crystal hears Zayn whisper slowly. She feels his hand clutching on hers for dear life as if she's the last hope he has before he's gone too far.

"How do you want to be loved?" Crystal asks curiously, her voice barely over a whisper. Something in Zayn's voice made her soft and tender. She's almost scared that one word of hers could scar him.

"That's for me to know and you to find out whenever you want to." Zayn says, a smile playing on his lips making Crystal smile slowly. A wind jets pass them and she clutches the blanket closer, unknowingly pressing her body closer to Zayn.

He feels a weird bubble of fireworks striking high in his stomach. What the fúck is going on with me? Zayn takes a deep breath in. Get your shít together, Malik.

"Why did you have one night stands, Zayn?" Zayn's posture visibly stiffens and Crystal almost regrets asking the question. She's the only culprit who traumatises her semi romantic moments.

"Crys. . ."
"It's okay if you don't want to." she comforts, her hand rubbing Zayn's hand that she was initially holding, unconsciously motivating him to go ahead.

"I always wanted to find a girl who'd love me soft. Tender like petals you know. As if I'm a flower that she keeps with her, loving it softly. Wild is alright, who doesn't love to be wild in bed, but all my life I've found girls who term me hotàss, daddy." he shrugs his shoulders.
"Always been kissed on the lips, saying I'm an amazing kisser." he tilts his face lightly so that they make eye contact, face inches apart. "Never been kissed on my neck saying 'I just wanted to kiss you because you look beautiful' y'know?"

He stares in Crystal's eyes momentarily and turns straight to stare at the sky.
"One girl turned to seventeen, I lost count but nothing happened, maybe I really can't be loved-"

"Give me a chance." his eyes move down slowly to the blanket and then to Crystal's face. Her features look striking with her light brown eyes staring back at him as the wind blew her soft brown locks.

She looks like an angel.

"Wh-What will you do?" she gets up slowly, making sure she doesn't lose her balance and hesitantly sits down on his lap. Her legs dangling on either side of the roof. She continues to stare in his hazel eyes as she intertwines both her hands with his. "Close your eyes."

"Kinky." Zayn laughs, but his laughter falters when Crystal continues to stare at him with her eyes boring in his. He almost feels scared for a second that she'll pour into his soul.

"Zayn. I'm serious. I'm not Crys right now. Let me be Crystal for you." she demands, keeping her hands on either of his shoulder. "Close your eyes Zayn Malik. Trust me, I won't let you fall alone."

She notices the panicked look in his eyes he was trying to mask but was failing miserably. His bottom lip between his teeth screaming that he was utterly confused standing on the line between falling ahead or taking a step back to their friendship.

And then, he makes a decision, much to Crystal's shock.

Taking a deep breath that's breaking due to the fear he closes his eyes slowly. She clutches his face in her hands, Zayn visibly taking a breath in because he was losing his shít.

"C-Crys I'm scared."
"Shh." she whispers. "Calm down, sweetheart."

She moves closer but stops when she sees a tear moving down his eyes. "Z-Zayn?" he starts breathing heavily.
"Sorry." he whispers lowly.
In that moment Crystal realises the loneliness he's dealt with. A family that was never with him, a career no one made him feel proud of, a girl he loved with his everything leaving him for another man.

And now, he was scared of losing her to a label. He was so scared but he masked it so well. Crystal feels her eyes wetting slowly as she stares at Zayn, his bottom lip quivering ever so slowly with his eyes shut close and silent tears sliding down his cheeks.

This man, who gave his love like wildfire, was scared to be loved.

Crystal leans ahead and kisses a tear away right under his eye.
"Zayn, stop crying baby."
She holds his shoulders back when they stiffen upon hearing her sentence and rubs them to make them ease down.

She presses a kiss right below his other eye. "You remember once you asked me what I love the most?" her hand slides down his cheek and rests on his jawline.
She presses a kiss at the corner of his eyes. "I had replied the galaxy because it was just so amazing and beautiful and vast and astounding, dark but beautiful. So many secrets yet there like an open book."

She feels him clutching her waist tightening his grip around her.
"You're the most beautiful fúcking galaxy out there, Zayn Malik." she kisses him slowly on his nose, his face scrunching lightly. "And I'd love to research every ounce of you."

She leans in slowly and kisses him, right at the corner of his lips, itching to move but staying intact. "If you let me." she brushes his hair up drums her index finger on his eyelid.

He opens his eyes slowly, the redness spreading across.
Martha was absolutely right, he was a moon's masterpiece and she'll fill him the way the chinese fill their broken parts, filling the cracks with gold.

"Kiss me again." he whispers, sitting up straight and pulling her closer as his hands move inside her sweater and press on her bare skin. Crystal gasps lightly when Zayn presses his lips on her neck, kissing tenderly as his hands make circles on her back.

"Zayn." she breathes slowly.
"Fúck." he curses, taking his hands back and clearing his face with his sweater. He smiles lightly at Crystal, who passes him a smile too.

He shifts down slightly, pulling Crystal into him as she rests her head on his chest, her legs dangling as she listens to the sound of his heartbeat.
He brings the blanket over them as Crystal nuzzles her face in his neck. "No one's ever made me feel so nice." Zayn whispers, making Crystal smile.

"I'm glad I could."
"I think I feel some drool on my face." Crystal groans, swatting his chest but laughing anyway.
"Don't leave me."

"Never."

Jeffrey exits his house in the morning, taking out his cycle from the backyard. "Martha, the tea!" he yells. Martha comes rushing out with a flask. "Here." he nods lightly, putting the flask in the front bonnet of his bicycle and leans to press a peck on her lips. "I'll be- Oh. My. God."

Martha eyes him confusingly, turning to his line of vision and almost leaps in the air when she sees Zayn and Crystal on the roof of their house, Zayn holding Crystal as she sleeps over his chest, her legs dangling on the sides.

"Malik! My boy!" Jeff yells, catching Zayn's attention, who smiles down at them and waves.
"Amazing night you had?!"

"Jeffrey!" Martha laughs, swatting his arm as she stares up at him. Both of them had a long conversation half the night. They discussed their fears, their dreams everything. For Zayn it was very intimate.

He could still feel Crystal kissing every ounce of his face, it was the most scariest yet beautiful thing someone ever did to him.
He was still shivering.

The feeling of her lips pressing all around his face, kissing away his fear and pain. He couldn't believe he cried in front of her.
He feels embarrassed for sure, but the way she kissed everything away, he couldn't welcome the feelings to words.

He couldn't get an ounce of sleep because all he did was stare at Crystal's face on his chest, lashes sitting on her cheeks as her hair was splattered like water on his chest. His fingers couldn't stop themselves as he pressed them against her bare back, rubbing slowly. She's so warm. She's so beautiful. She's so fúcking amazing.

He could kiss her right now, on her eyelids, begging them to open so he could tell her that she's so beautiful and amazing that it's beyond him.

His fingers ached to sweep back the hair strands from her eyes so he could spend the whole morning taking her in.
Maybe it was too much sadness in him but he wasn't dumb.

Crystal tried to kiss his pain away but she couldn't mask the ache in her kisses. Like she wanted to be kissed too, like she was aching for someone too.

Zayn knew her that much.
"ZAYN?" he hears Jeff scream and feels Crystal shaking up from her sleep as she sits up, not realising she's still on his lap.

"Morning, Crystal." something in him couldn't stop himself from calling her by her full name. Something he was still so confused about.

"We slept here? How did we not fall?" Maybe because Zayn sat up the whole night holding her close to him because he was scared they'll fall or maybe, maybe, because he just wanted to stare at her without her knowing.

"That's weird right? I'm confused too." he chuckles, making her chuckle too as she stands up carefully. "Maybe we're not that pathetic of a sleeper." she looks down and notices Jeff and Martha staring at them, a smile playing on their lips making Crystal blush. Zayn gets up slowly but alas, how could life not mess him.

"WOAH!" he slips, almost falling before he holds the shed and Crystal holds his arm, Crystal's slipper goes slipping down the roof in their frontyard.

"CAREFUL!" Martha yells.
"Did I almost die!?" he jumps down the shed into the balcony and holds Crystal's waist pulling her down making her laugh. "We'll catch up later!" Zayn yells and waves at the oldies.

They rush down the stairs whilst Crystal pulls out a shirt and some pants for Zayn to iron.
"You do realise today's the office party, I'll be home by five, please be in whatever you're wearing." he says, oblivious to her dress obviously.

"Yeah."

Zayn enters his office, a smile playing on his lips as he holds the bouquet that the department of intern students gave him.
"Congratulations Mr. Malik, you're amazing!" he hears one say and he passes them a smile.

"Congrats for the promotion and tenor, sir." he smiles at the guy, walking past him. The interns had came after a week break and therefore congratulated him right now.

"Mr. Malik?" he turns to see Lacy, standing behind him and passing a smile. "Yes?"
"Mr. Malder expects you in his office right now."

How did he forget.

He sighs, nodding at her as he walks down the hall to Jason's office with confidence. What can possibly go wrong? But his confidence flies out of the window when he notices Jason standing near the window, Lara and Abano in the middle and Margaret lounging near his desk.

Uhm.

"Oh my god, Zayn. You're here." he yells, hands flying up in exasperation. "We might have a problem, young man."

"I can judge that." his eyes meet Lara's who stares at him with guilt but her eyes almost mask it so soon that he second guesses.
"So we had given Ms. Gonnary a task of settling the order of the cake with Maxim, the leading bakery outlets."

"The problem?"
"Well, they canceled on us because she forgot to do the payment." he accusingly says, staring at Lara who bites her lips. Zayn stares at her face, his brows furrowing.

Why does she look so scared?

"But the party is today!"
"Then Abano gave me an idea." Zayn's ear pick up as his eyes widen immediately. All Abano has done is mess up his life all the time. ". . . Okay?"

"Abano suggested that the only individual who's clever enough with immense intellect is you."
Zayn swallows the lump in his mouth as his eyes falter to Abano who passes him a smirk and then to Margaret who stares at him like he's messed up real time.

"You're going to get us a new order." Zayn raises his hand up in surrender. "Woah woah, hold up, Sir. So you're asking me to somehow manage a luxurious cake from a highend bakery in five hours?" Zayn asks, voice scarily low.

"Yes?"
"Are you nuts!? How is that freaking possible? No bakery will give the order before a week. A cake for three hundred office members and then the thousand guests?! What am I? A magician?"

"A charmer, Zayn." Abano corrects, his smirk irritating Zayn beyond limits that he almost holds himself from jumping his bones. "Why, is the new director struggling?"

"Struggling like your hairline, dumbfúck!" he yells.
"How dare you!"

"Both of you! Stop!" Jason screams. Margaret rushes behind Zayn, holding his arm and passing him a look.
"Zayn, being a director calls for necessary measures and difficult circumstances. Take this as an opportunity to prove it to me that you are well good for this position." he demands, voice so authoritative that Zayn's head bows down to stare at his shoes.

"Just cursing all the time doesn't solve problems. If Abano has challenged you-"
"I haven't chal-"

"Abano." Jason says dangerously low. "I'm not dumb." his eyes move back to Zayn who stares down. "Look up, Zayn Malik."

His eyes move up to stare in Jason's eyes with determination. "This is going to be an important event, will be in newspapers. You know getting the tenor for the Met Art Gala is huge."

He moves ahead. "I know you'll manage. You have four and a half hours. Don't dissappoint."

"I'm so going pull out all those last four strands of hair from that old hag's skull." Zayn whispers, rubbing his head with his hands in irritation.

Margaret stares at him, sighing.
"I don't know what to say."
The door flies open and Lara comes in. "Excuse me?" Margaret asks accusingly.
"Haven't you messed enough, the door's there. Go before I personally throw you away."

"Zayn we need to talk." she whispers, her voice coming out needy and desperate.
"Or maybe not." Margaret says, standing up and going to stop right beside Zayn.

She sighs. "Please."
Zayn eyes her up and down, going to stand but Margaret pushes him down. "Lara, out."
She glares at Margaret and then glances at Zayn, her eyes filled with pain as Zayn stares at her blankly.

"Fúck it." she slams the door hard and walks out. "Malik, you seriously were going to hear her out?"

"Uh, no?"
Margaret shakes her head and goes to the door. "You better not." she reasons, exiting the door and leaving him in a train of thoughts. Moments later, after a train of thoughts he stands up, clutching his phone and finds himself walking to Lara's office.

Standing there for a minute, he hesitantly opens the door but much to his displeasure finds Abano kissing Lara, probably sucking the life out of her as he presses her to the wall.

"What the-" Abano turns to face him, his eyes filled with lust turn to rage when he sees Zayn.
"Ever heard of knocking, Malik?"

"Ever heard of morals, dipshít?" he fires back, staring at Lara with rage. "This is what you called me here for? To see your shítshow?" Zayn yells, noticing her eyes widen in fear.

He slams the door and rushes out to the reception.

"Lacy, sign me out. I'm leaving." he says, almost rushing out of the building. "But sir, you still have one hour-"

"Whoever has a problem, can come converse with me. I'm going to get this office's shít together, Problem?" Zayn raises his eyebrow as if challenging her to continue. Lacy stares back at him, eyes wide in fear as she stares at the handsome man eyeing her intimidatingly.

"N-no, sir."
"Expected."

He rushes out the main building taking out a cigarette from his pocket. Why was he so affected by it. That woman literally called him inside to fück him up like that?

Like she really doesn't want him to move on from her.

His mind feels confused to the point where he throws the cigarette in agitation when he realises rather than smoking Lara out, he was breathing her in.

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