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when we collide
28| "you, jaan."

Crystal jolts up, almost falling down the sofa. She picks up her shawl from the floor and wraps it around her body. Her hands fly to wrap around her forehead briefly massaging it to open her eyes some seconds later. She switches off the television and sighs. Her eyes move to the clock briefly to glance at it showing 11:17 p.m.

Stretching she gets up walking to dinner table and collecting all the crockery and utensils and placing them in the basin. Keeping the kitchen light on she switches off the living room light. It almost dawns on her a second later how she fell asleep on the couch waiting for Zayn.

Taking a deep breath in she walks to the main door hesitantly, opening it after pondering quietly for some seconds. The door creeks open and the wind hits her face. She could smell it in the air, it so was going to rain. Her eyes roam around but she finds no sign of Zayn.

Taking a sigh of relief, she closes the door, almost jumping when she hears the sound of the reckless thunder and the trees whipping. She hates this weather so much, it was so depressing and scary with the dark clouds shadowing the sky and the air faster than you've even seen.

She drapes the curtains close and sighs before walking upstairs to check up on Trisha and Yaser to find them fast asleep. Closing their door slowly she smiles. She walks to Zayn's room hesitantly and peeks in slowly but is thrown off guard when she finds it empty.

Walking inside she notices everything is in place much to her shock. No one really came in. She gulps slowly, is he in her room? Walking to her room she opens the door but finds her room empty as well. Checking the washrooms and finding them empty is when her anxiety finally peeks.

She jogs down, the sound of thunder so harsh and brutal that she almost doesn't want to go out. She hates London weather so much. Picking up an umbrella from the rack she opens the door, the fast wind slapping her face like wildfire. She opens the umbrella, clutching her shawl closer to her to get some closure.

She couldn't really help the bad ideas though. The rain splatters down like the only task it has is to kill whoever comes in it's way.
She jogs outside the porche to open the main door and look across street.

She couldn't locate a soul. No way was she going alone on a search spree after what had happened. She runs back inside, slamming the door shut to retrieve her phone.

She finds her phone lying on the table in the living room but sighs when she sees the window door slightly open and the carpet wet. Walking to the door she closes it but her eyes snap back when she sees Zayn.

Lying on the ground. In the middle of the backyard.

She feels her breath come out uneven when he shows no movement, limply lying on the ground facing the sky that showers him with the rain coming down with the speed of someone throwing a dagger your way. She runs back, picking up her umbrella and slams the door open to run in their back garden.

"Zayn, the héll?!" she yells, getting near him to see his eyes closed, clothes soaked in rain and hair dripping in water. She sees some strikes of grass stuck to his hair. She places the umbrella over him to stop his body from soaking even though it did nothing.

She feels the back of her body soaking in rain but she pays no heed to it. "Zayn?! The héll are you doing here? You're wearing nothing and it's ridiculously cold."

"Leave me alone," he mumbles. "I like it here." Crystal's eyes fly across his face in fear. "Zayn?" she says slowly, placing a hand on his cheek. She feels her hand getting wet. "Get up, let's go inside."

"I just want to go up." he mumbles back. "Up? Zayn- get up." she says, trying to balance the umbrella in one hand and forcing Zayn up by pulling his shoulder. "I hate everything Crystal, stop it. Maybe the rain will take all my pain away."

Crystal frowns at him. "How can it Zayn? You'll get hypothermia, Jesus, get up."
Zayn opens his eyes, a trail of water moving down his cheek as he looks up from his wet eyelashes. "By killing me."

Crystal breathes unevenly. "I just want everything to stop." Crystal stares at Zayn's face, her emotions numb. Killing me? She takes a deep breath in, trying to hold herself together for his sake.

"Zayn, get up, you're just drunk. Let's go inside, I'll run you a hot bath and we can talk about it." She whispers to him, slipping her hand in his. Zayn slams the umbrella away in agitation and Crystal gasps when it flies across the garden. She feels her hair soak in a matter of second.

"There's nothing to talk about. Get lost." he snaps, turning away. Crystal tucks her hair back, pulling at Zayn's arm.
"Zayn get up, please." Crystal feels her eyes glistening in tears.

"I want the world to swallow me. The rain to drown me-" she stands up, running inside the house, her slippers leaving a trail of puddle behind her. She sprints upstairs almost tripping on her own two feet, the tears slip down her eyes unstoppably.

She knocks on Yaser's door.
"Trisha!" she yells, knocking harder. "Yaser!?" she almost starts sobbing because she couldn't really believe her eyes. She couldn't comprehend things.
When did Zayn slip away so far?

The door whips open and Yaser appears, a frown on his face.
"Crystal, what's wrong?" she sees Trisha sprinting behind Yaser as she stares at Crystal with the same concern. "You're soaked-"

"Z-Zayn," she tries collecting herself before continuing, "I-I don't know what's happening, he won't move- he- I don't know." she sobs. Yaser places a hand on her cheek. "Crystal breath."
"Zayn? What's wrong with him?" Trisha asks, her voice dripping with fear. "He's outside, he won't come in I-" she shivers with the cold.

"Outside?" he screams in shock. Yaser sprints down the stairs, both the women following him. He removes his slippers at the end before walking down on the ground. Trisha covers her face when she sees Zayn lying on the ground, his hands covering his ears as he cuddles close to his body.

Yaser walks closer to Zayn, sitting down beside him and looking at his face. He breathes slowly, feeling rain splattering on his clothes. "Zayn? Get up."
"Make this stop." he mumbles.

"Get up." he says firmly, holding Zayn's arm that was barely covered in his white button up that was sticking completely to his body. "I feel dizzy." he mumbles as Yaser helps him sit up. "I'm sorry, dad."

Yaser sighs. "Zayn it's not the time, get up." he stands up, trying to help him sit. "But-"
"Get up, Zayn. Your mum and Crystal are getting a nightmare seeing you like this."

Zayn hiccups a little. "Dad, you're wet." he says, pulling at Yaser's soaked sweatshirt and almost as if he understands the pun he chuckles forcing Yaser to sigh. "Zayn-"

"All I've done is hurt and use people. I've disappointed people, hell my own parents, I'm such a disgrace." he mumbles. "People are getting hurt because of me. People are letting themselves in fire to save me, protect my dumb job and yet I've hurt both of them the most-" Zayn sneezes almost after he tries to frame his words.

Yaser notices his conscious fading away as his eyes roll back. "Zayn?!" he tries smacking his cheeks but it goes in vain when he almost drownes away in unconscious. "Shít."

He hoists up Zayn, counting till three and picking him up. With slow steps he walks the window door, huffing in exhaustion. "Yaser, he's heavy. Let me help." Crystal suggests, her eyes still roaming across Zayn's face that limply lays on Yaser's chest. He helps Zayn in lying on the couch before catching his breath.

"Get some towels and loads of blankets. I'm sure he's caught hypothermia." stretching a little and taking in a deep breath he picks him up again, walking upstairs with Trisha right behind him clutching Zayn's head in a comfortable position.

Crystal rushes to the kitchen to boil some water. She takes out various cloths from the drawers and rushes out, the rain splattering across her already drenched body. She enters the store house and takes out the portable heater covered in it's packaging, unused. Sprinting upstairs she rushes to Zayn's room to see Trisha standing outside with her head in her hands.

"Trisha?" she slowly asks, putting a hand on her shoulder. She hears her sniff, shaking her head slowly. "Do we need to show him to someone?" she asks slowly. "He'll be okay, Trisha. He's just in the middle of a catastrophe of problems," she reasons. "Also drunk."

"Wait here, Yaser's helping him with a bath." she mumbles. Crystal places the heater down, taking it out of the packaging.
"Take a shower Crystal, if you don't want to catch a cold."

She barely nods, passing Trisha a smile that she possibly couldn't return. "Water is boiling down, if you could keep a check on it." nodding lightly, Trisha walks down with the sound of her sniffs following her footsteps.

Taking a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes, Crystal rushes to Zayn's room.
Opening the door very slowly she notices the heater placed right beside Zayn on the bed.

She walks closer to him, hearing the shower running and guessing Yaser taking one. She shifts the heater a little away sitting down slowly to stare at Zayn wrapped in three layers of blankets like a larvae in a cocoon.

She sees a vessel filled with boiled water with a cloth beside it that's untouched. The door click opens behind her and she turns to see Yaser exit the washroom and closing it behind him, in fresh clothes.

"You're here sweetheart? I'll be here with him, you can go sleep. We've to leave in the evening tomorrow." he smiles, trying to hide his exhausted eyes. "Take some rest."

"I'll stay here with him." she mumbles. "We'll take him to the doctor tomorrow. He's burning with inhumane fever and I reckon staying out in the cold for so long, he caught hypothermia as well." he sighs. "I don't know what to do with this boy."

Crystal licks her lower lip turning her face to glance at Zayn momentarily, his chest rising rhythmically. "Crystal, can I ask you something?" she nods slowly, her toes curling in nervousness. "I hope you'll be honest with me."

"I will."
Yaser walks to the side drawer beside the bed and takes out a packet of wet cigarettes and slamming it shut. "Zayn smokes?" she tries to make coherent sentences but her voice couldn't come out due to oblivious reasons.

"Crystal?" he challenges. "Yes or no?" Crystal gulps, looking down at Zayn and then slowly up.
"Y-yeah." Yaser stares at the packet and then at the back of Zayn's head.

"When I thought he couldn't disappoint me anymore." he mumbles. Crystal frowns at him, glancing at Zayn. "Is it so?"
She stands up almost immediately, placing the heater a little away and staring at Yaser.

"But maybe it's not about you Yaser? Maybe it's about Zayn and his wellbeing here." Yaser frowns back, dropping the pack on the floor. "Maybe let's not talk about how it's disappointing your expectations but how it's affecting Zayn's health?"

Yaser pierces his lips together.
"You won't understand, Crystal. All I try to do is protect him."
"But in that process you've pushed him away, Yaser."

She clutches her shawl closer, glancing at Zayn again with the lamp barely lighting the room and the sound of thunder striking outside the window.
"Isn't it sad Yaser? The fear of disappointing you and his family strained him so much that his only assest to feel better was a cigarette." she whispers. "Something that he knows will kill him but he's willingly taking it."

Yaser narrows his eyes at Crystal. "You won't understand the hardships I've been through to raise him and Doniya. You won't understand how much it pained to see my own son going in a pit I very well know is painful."

"How do you know that his field is painful?" she counter backs, raising her brow. "I don't want to be rude to you, you're like a father figure to me but you need to understand this," she takes a deep breath in. "Since I met him, the only emotion I've seen in his life is anger and pain. He's always worrying about something or another. I don't want to compare but the pain you've been through for the fifty years of your life, he's carried it in twenty six years of his life." she whispers.

"He's been deceived, betrayed, hurt by his loved ones. He's almost crossed héll thrice. Don't you feel he deserves to live his life in whatever way that makes him happy?"

Yaser swallows the lump that forms in his throat as he stares at her. "I think I should go sleep. Trisha isn't doing too well either. Please give him something to eat and change him into some clothes when his temperature is normal." he mutters. "If you're uncomfortable in changing them let me know, I'll do it. He's down with fever and I'm sure will be dizzy for a while. The cold, t'is gone to his head."

He walks to the door slowly but turns. "Also give him some food if possible and medicines for the pain. A blind person can tell that he's drunk." he says. "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

Slamming the door he exits the room. Crystal stares at the closed door for a couple of seconds and then sighs. Is this what he deals with everyday of his life? She looks vacantly at Zayn and after making a ridiculous amount of calculations she walks to her room and dives in her bed, pulling the covers over her.

Even though she felt exhausted, her mind couldn't help but run to Zayn lying in his room. She sits up in her bed, clutching her forehead and closing her eyes to take a much needed breath. Why is she literally forcing herself away? Shouldn't that be coming naturally if that's what she wanted?

If she was going to sit on her bed when she should be beside him then what difference does she and his family have? Who would like to wake up alone with a throbbing headache and crusty mood?

She jumps out of her bed, carrying her blanket and pillow and dragging it back to his room. She catches a glance at the clock to realise it's midnight, officially.
Opening the door slowly and closing it behind her she tiptoes to Zayn to find him still fast asleep. She removes the heater from the bed, closing it and putting it aside. Stretching a little she walks nearer putting her blanket and pillow on the bed.

She walks to Zayn's side, sitting down on the edge to stare at him. She almost couldn't comprehend the contrast, how such a peaceful face was withering and mitigating through storms.

She brushes back his hair, sliding her fingers through his hair and placing her hand softly on his cheek. She leans closer, her eyes flying across his face. "Zayn?"
His face shows no change which was ironic to his light sleeper ways.

"Zayn? Wake up." she pats his cheek slowly and he shifts a little in his sleep. Mumbling incoherent words his eyes open ever so slowly. "You need to change, Zayn."

"W-what?" he mumbles.
Crystal bites her lower lip in anxiousness. "Sit up." She expects a reply but all she gets is a groan in return.

"Where does it pain?"
"What?" Zayn mumbles, a frown etched to his face as he tries to keep his eyes open. "Where does it pain, Zayn?" she repeats, louder than before.

"That rhymed."
Crystal facepalms, trying to hold her eye roll. "Zayn, are you able to comprehend what I'm saying?"

"Who's hen? My head hurts Crys." Crystal sighs, moving a little closer. "Hold me, I'll help you up." Zayn sighs, his hands coming out of the bed and moving past her waist, locking together. Crystal gasps almost immediately. "Zayn, my shoulders."

"Oh." he locks his arms around her neck as she leans a little. Pulling him up she helps him sit straight, his face scrunching in irritation. "Everything pains."
"What were you expecting? You're down with fever and also caught slight hypothermia. To top it over, you're drunk."

"Was it so?" he chuckles a little. "My head-"
"-Pains?"

Zayn sighs in response. "Yes."
"I'll have to award you, Zayn. This is the second time in a span of a month that you're unwell." she says, searching through this closet and picking up a warm sweatshirt in yellow colour which she finds kinda cute and some thick pajamas.

"Pajamas? Zayn?" she giggles. He groans a little as he falls back on the pillow. "My head."
"Who told you to dive back like that?" she slams it shut and walks to Zayn's side, helping him up again.

"Hands up."
"Don't worry, I don't mind dying if you're the one behind the trigger." Crystal bites her lip nervously, glancing at Zayn who stares back emotionlessly.

"Make this quick, Zayn." she helps him put on the shirt, pulling it down and holding out the pajamas for him. "Wear them."

"Aren't you helping me with everything nurse?" she rolls her eyes at his comment even though her cheeks tint to a slight shade of pink. Zayn pulls the pjs from her hand and stands up, putting his weight on her shoulders that it almost makes her disbalance. He puts his forehead on her shoulder and tries pulling the pjs up being successful after some pulls.

Half an later, Crystal tucks him in the bed, stretching herself after she makes a quick stop at the kitchen to get a bowl of soup she made for him. She notices Zayn's face turn slightly red so she opens the windows, the curtains almost flying around immediately with the speed of the wind and the rain splattering, showing it's trait of being unstoppable.

She sits at the edge of the bed again, streching her neck a little and picking up the bowl, placing it on the small table she places on his lap. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes." he mumbles, taking a spoonful of soup and slurping it down. "Remember Crys, when we were young we'd made this promise of 'friends don't lie' right?" Zayn whispers, coughing a little. She nods slowly, unable to detect where the conversation was going.

"Oh you remember? Weird."
"What is it Zayn? Is it about me?" she asks, frowning a little.
"Do you think I can't protect you?" he asks, tediously.

"What happened, Zayn? You know you can tell me everything." she whispers slowly. Zayn passes a sly smile to her shaking his head in disapproval. "My áss."

"Zayn-"
"You lied to me about the party." Crystal's frown deepens in confusion. "What?"
"Crys, why was your zipper broken?" he asks straightforwardly but she shows no emotion.
"I told you that day."

Zayn shrugs coolly. "Leave me alone, I think I'll like-" he coughs almost immediately. Crystal stands up slowly, patting his back to ease the coughing.
"I'm here for you, Zayn." she whispers.

"I'll be right with you till my last breath," she smiles slowly. "No matter what relationship we have. You'll always be Zayn for me and I'll always be Crys for you." she hesitantly shifts her hand, grabbing his cold one in his.

"What happened?"
She notices him eyeing her vacantly before he looks down but all she wanted was for him to talk to her.

"I always lived in this façade of you can live through anything life throws at you no matter how heart wrenching it is," he moves his hand out of her clutch and places it on his stomach.

"I knew the day I moved out of my dad's house, life had finally presented me an empty page that I could do literally anything with," a chuckle escapes his mouth, "And I tore it apart, like the dumb guy I am."

He frowns a little and looks up, his eyes searching around the room. "Where's dad?" he mumbles. "Uh- they're sleeping." he chuckles. "Obviously."

"Zayn, they have your back. They adore and love you." he smiles in response leans his head back with the wall. "Cool."
"Zayn-"

"Party, Crys. What happened there?" Crystal gulps in nervousness. What was she supposed to tell him anyway? That his boss was a predator and an excuse of a man?

"I used the washroom in this random room because I couldn't find the main one and it so happened that I heard someone coming so I hid to save myself the embarrassment but somehow it ended up being them and-" she looks up Zayn, who looks at her with his head leaning back with the wall and drooping eyes filled with exhaustion. She takes a deep breath. "He wasn't behaving in the best way and-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks. Why didn't she tell Zayn? Well, she doesn't have an answer to that. "I-I. . . Lara told me not to." she mumbles. "So you didn't? Since when have you started listening to whatever she demands?"

"Zayn-"
"What happened after that?" she brushes her hair back slowly. "We're talking about you here, Zayn." she reasons, making him chuckle. "There's no 'me' left anywhere, Crys." he hisses. "Go ahead, I can only keep my eyes open for so long. My head aches so bad."

"I'll give you the medicine," she licks her lower lip before continuing, "Then you called and he realised I'm there. We were in a small argument and I walked out but he pulled me by the back of my dress that's why the zipper broke."

"Lara took me to some random room and-and-" Zayn narrows his eyes when she fumbles. "She told me she left you because, uhm-"

"I don't care," Zayn mumbles, catching Crystal off guard. "I already know that batshít, What I care about is why didn't you tell me?" she goes back in time to think why she didn't, No way in hell would she listen to Lara's request anyway? This-this was complicated.

Zayn turns his head a little, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. "I saw Abano throwing a cup of hot coffee on her face." Crystal gasps lowly, hand flying on her mouth to cover her emotions. "God knows is this how he treats her everyday or worse?" he mumbles. "What can be worse than this?"

Zayn takes a deep breath yet again. "It just hurts so much Crystal. This man, this man has tried and been successful in hurting me and the people around me. Seeing her helpless and begging me to stop beating him to his deathbed when she couldn't even open her eyes-" he leans his head and opens his eyes, the collected tears moving down his waterline.

"I can't ever get that picture out of my head." he mumbles. Crystal frowns a little, looking down at his hand that had travelled from his stomach to his side to clutch the bedsheet in his fist. "She's not doing anything about it, she didn't allow me to call the cops, she didn't let me do anything."

"When she told me he hurt you too, something in me snapped." he whispers, looking straight in her eyes. "I can't ever see you hurt, Crystal. Never."
"Zayn, I'm sorry but he threatened me with your job-"

"Do héll with this job, Crystal." he snaps. "This headache is annoying." he mumbles. Crystal gets up, walking to the vanity that was crystal-clear now since she removed her stuff from there. She tries finding the medicine that Yaser had given her.

Her eyes catch her face in the mirror and she almost cringes. Her hair up in the messiest bun ever that she almost feels like puking and her face dry. She notices the freckles running across the bridge of her nose that she frowns.

She leans closer to brush her finger on her skin, tilting her face to get a clear look.
"It's alright to not be perfect y'know?" Zayn says, his voice throaty due to his bad throat.
"Coming from a person who knows he looks good."

"Who told you that you're not beautiful?"
"No one has to, Zayn."

"That's the point Crystal, you don't lean too close to the mirror, just glance from far away." he says, making her frown but nevertheless back a little. "When you lean closer to a work of art it blurs and disappears."

Crystal licks her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks heat up that she almost feels greatful for the dim light from the night lamp and the moon peeking from the window. She uses the napkin to clear of the lipstick she never got the time to remove.

"Keep it on." Zayn says, as she passes him the medicine with the napkin pressed between her lips. She picks up the table and half filled bowl of soup to put it down. She takes out the napkin between her lips. "You like red lipsticks?"

"No, this one tastes good." she feels the heat creep up her cheeks and she ducks to fill water in the glass, her hair falling down to hide her face.
"Why are you doing this, Zayn?"
"What?" he coughs a second later. "Don't act innocent."

He takes the medicine and puts the glass at the side table. "I think you should sleep. I'll go sleep as well." she says, standing up to walk out of the room not before she closes the door to the bathroom.

"You aren't leaving are you?"
"What do you want, Zayn?" she whisper-asks turning to look at him sitting in his bed.

"I don't like sleeping alone."
"How can I help you with that, Zayn?" Crystal asks, her voice strained in annoyance. "Maybe by lying beside me and we can discuss about how we can make this work?"

"There's absolutely nothing left, Zayn. Why don't you realise this? We're toxic. Ridiculously, absurdly toxic. We hurt each other, we don't understand anything, we're hurt easily and-"

She takes a deep breath in. "We're bestfriends."
"Bestfriends don't kiss, or lie together in bed or make food together or stare at skies." he answers.

"Bestfriends don't want to marry each other." he mumbles.
"I never said that I want to marry you." Zayn smiles. "I didn't say you wanted to."
Crystal groans, slamming the door and glaring at Zayn.

"What are you implying, Zayn?"
He shrugs, looking out of the window and at the curtains that fly around. "Just because you don't agree doesn't mean it's over."

Crystal sits beside him, this time not on the edge but beside him. She takes the duvet and pulls it over her and takes a deep breath. "Fine. Tell me how you feel?"

"I'm majorly confused about what I want. I can never make decisions and when I do, it's way too late. I think I met you around a very bad time in my life." Zayn stares at the curtains flying around and somehow it appeals to him. The movement and how they were forced to fly in directions because the wind wanted that, even if all the curtains wanted was to stay in the same calm position.

"And I'm a guy who's always in scattered pieces. Finding love is almost like trying to make this difficult puzzle when you're oblivious whether you have all the right or required pieces or you're just trying in vain." he feels Crystal eyeing the back of his head in his peripheral.

"But then you come splatting in my life and you teach me that it's not always necessary to have all the pieces or arrange them at the right places. You can keep them anywhere, it'll still be something beautiful."

He bites his lower lip, eyeing the window calmly. "You tried to love me when I was in a thousand pieces, probably the most difficult one," he says.

"You're exhaustion is an understatement but I swear Crystal, this time I'll try as hard as you."

"Just give me one last chance."
Crystal breathes slowly, staring down at her hands clutched together trying to think through.

Could they do it? They tried numerous times. A ring wasn't a joke, commitments aren't a joke.

"Is this why you had one night stands?" Zayn frowns, turning to eye Crystal for the first time after he confesses. "W-what?"
"Because you're scared to sleep alone?"

Zayn shrugs, pulling his body down to lie down slowly. He feels her shift down as well as they stare at the ceiling that Zayn almost feels them breaking this tradition of 'people always think deep when they're in the washroom' because for them it somehow always happened to be his bedroom.

"You're way out of my league." he hears her say as she chuckles slowly to herself. He turns his face to see a small smile crossing her lips. "I can't imagine marrying you, Zayn." she tilts her head, staring in his eyes.
"Who in their right minds would buy a whole business for a girl they aren't even sure is going to be in his life?"

"You're not just 'a girl'" he sighs.

"I'm not out of your league, you're just out of your brains," he smiles back. "Wife."
"So I married you now?" she chuckles.

Zayn shrugs, his smile enhancing. "It's a ceremony at the place we had our first official awkward couple dance. We have wine and dorritos."

"Wine and dorritos at my wedding? I love that."
Zayn bites his lower lip, his eyes flying around her face and the freckles that run aimlessly on her nose down her cheeks. "If you stay with me this time, I can get you some."

"Are you sure, Zayn?"
"I promise you my life, I won't ever hurt you again." he whispers. Crystal breathes slowly and then passes him a small smile. She moves closer, keeping her head on his arm as she intertwines her fingers with his hand. "I better not catch a cold."

There's light voices coming from the outside. The curtains are fluttering and flying due to the wind, the windchime making light noises. There's a lot of sound in the room but all Zayn could hear was his heartbeat.

Zayn decides that he likes the nighttime. It's more than a period of time; it's another place. It's different from where people are during the day. . . when life is mostly like a dream.

"What will you do if your masterpiece breaks?" Crystal whisper asks, her conversation with Martha flying in her head. "I'll try to fix it, I guess?" she smiles.

Martha's smile flies in her head as she recalls her answer of 'replace it'. Maybe that's what Martha meant when she called Zayn a masterpiece.

He'd fix Crystal, he won't replace her. "Why'd you ask?"
"Nothing, night Zayn." she feels warmth around her. The coldness vanishing in thin air. A a sense of security when Zayn's soft breath keeps hitting her neck momentarily.

"No secrets, Crystal."
"Stop calling me Crystal."
"I thought that's your name?"
She smiles. "Not for you."

"Tell me? don't change the topic." she opens her eyes staring at Zayn's face. She couldn't find a single flaw in his face and it almost scared her that god made her come to this day when she can so easily fall for a face like that and expect him to love a face like hers?

"Have you ever seen your face when the moonlight cascades it?" she slowly asks, pulling her finger and touching his lashes, making his eye flutter. "That isn't humanly possible, Crys."

Zayn feels his body and mind calming down as he buries his ears into the calm of her heartbeat. How could he ever say no to this? He feels his loneliness falling asleep in the calm of their heartbeats beating. Together.

"I don't know how to explain this so I'll just quote you," she whispers, tracing his nose with her finger.

"I had to kill a part of me too, so I could feel alive as well."
"Which part?"
"Fear."
"Fear? what fear?" Zayn frowns.
"Fear of losing my moon's masterpiece." she smiles, tracing her finger down and placing it on his lips
"Losing what now?"

And all Crystal can do is smile, because she hadn't smiled in so long. "You, jaan."

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Theories?

Do you approve of this? Lmao, i mean you have to lollll but do you think Zayn and Crystal are toxic, will this work?

Initially this chapter was like 3000 words and i was going to publish it sooner but then i was like... Naah fam, we gotta write more shít and make this almost as strong that it can kill. 💀
So now it's 6567 words long i-

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Thank you for sticking by for so long guys, ilyall sm xoxo

Character questions (inline) [zayn, crystal, lara, abano, matt, adam, claire, Margaret, Martha, Jeffrey, watson, jason, families, me] ANYONE

I was going to do the last ones but now that this chapter is out it'd be dumb to do those questions. Lmao

Thanks for sticking by guys, ily guys sm x, we're about to go 11K and it's unreal. 😭💕 See y'all soon.