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when we collide
35| pandas and death

"I can't believe you're going." Zayn mumbles, sprawled on the bed lazily as he props his head in his hands and balances the weight on his elbows. Crystal places another sweater in the small duffel bag before she turns around to pass a smile.

"I told you we can go together."

Zayn sighs at that. "You know if work was not holding me back." he sits up spontaneously and stretches before picking his laptop that he so generously threw at some point.

"Well, it's two days. You'll be there too." Crystal notes, standing up and closing the wardrobe behind her.

"Uhm, obviously? It's just, how the héll am I supposed to function through these two days?" he questions with wide eyes making Crystal immediately roll her eyes in amusement.

"You act like a man baby sometimes."

"Sorry, did I hear someone call me baby?" Zayn asks with a smirk as he types frantically on his laptop.

"Man baby, Zayn. You sure you don't have hearing impairment?" Crystal asks before picking up stray clothes from the floor Zayn so gracefully threw.

"With your shrill voice piercing my ears, I wish I did." Zayn replies, snickering. Not a moment later his boxers fly on his head. Grimacing he throws them away in disgust and eyes Crystal.

"Crys, the fúck?"

"Can you at least put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket or is it lying on the ground for decoration?" she snaps, picking his shirt and pants and carrying them outside the room.

"Can you put your clothes in laundry?!" Zayn mocks in a shrill voice before rolling his eyes and continuing to type.

"Zayn, do you want to watch a panda documentary?" asks Crystal ten minutes later, he looks up at her and then at his laptop before his eyes sweep back at her.

"Sure." he passes a smile, closing his laptop before he walks to his wardrobe and yanks his tie off, stretching again as an inevitable yawn escapes him. He takes out some random black sweats and chugs them on the bed.

"Mind increasing the heater in the living room?" He asks, turning and noticing Crystal sitting on the bed with his laptop open and eyeing the screen. She looks up as his voice reaches her, simultaneously biting a biscuit.

"Already done. What is this?"

"Just some notes." Zayn replies, throwing off his shirt and walking towards her in his office pants. Crystal pries her eyes shyly towards the laptop as he sits beside her and looks at the screen.

"Roy Lichtenstein, ever heard of him?" Zayn asks, moving the screen down revealing a man's image. Crystal stares at the black and white picture before shaking her head.

"He's a famous modern painter. There's this one painting of his in auction and Jason is head strong that he wants that bloody painting. I don't know how. It's called 'Girl With Hair Ribbon' actually a pretty decent comical painting." Zayn says, sliding the screen down to reveal a painting that makes Crystal's eyes perk up.

"It's like a comic!" Zayn laughs, his eyes crinkling slightly.

"His style."

"What's yours?"

"Style?"

"Yeah."

"You guess?" Zayn asks, amused.

"Charcoal?"

Zayn's smile brightens making Crystal shoot up in triumph.

"But why?" she ponders loudly.
"Don't you like colours?"

"Not really, I feel charcoal and black and white imageries are more intimate, I-I don't know how to describe it? I just feel more connected when there's not a splash of colour on the canvas." Zayn confesses, shutting the laptop.

Crystal stares at him curiously. "I love colours. It makes it so much more interesting to stare at. You know?" Crystal giggles.

"I might actually have a surprise for you then." Zayn smiles making her eyes widen.

"What?!" she shrieks astonished.

"Come to work some day and I might show you." he winks making Crystal smile.

"You like this comic painting?"

"It's cute." Zayn shrugs. "Why?"

"You can buy it yourself and gift it to your boss, he'd be impressed." Crystal smiles but it drops slowly when Zayn bursts out laughing.

"W-What?"

"Why don't you buy it for me?" Zayn asks with a playful glint in his eyes making Crystal defensive as she clutches her arms closer.

"Why are you acting like that? How much is it anyway?"

Zayn's playful smile brightens.
"Twenty three million pounds."

Crystal chokes on her saliva staring at Zayn in fright. Her eyes widen immediately. "What?!" she chokes.

"But it's a bloody comic."

Zayn chuckles before pinching her cheeks and pushing her back as he stands up, picking his sweats. "Art is in the eyes of the beholder, sweetheart."

"It's still a bloody comic, Zayn."

Shaking his head Zayn opens the bathroom door, throwing his sweats on his shoulder as he splashes water on his face. He feels Crystal linger near the washroom.

"Are you going to make a twenty three million pound painting too? Zayn Malik, the next Picasso." Crystal speaks, giving her voice a deep depth as she squints her eyes and quotes.

Zayn massages the face wash but stops midway and looks at Crystal with his face half covered in a bubbly mess. "That's a far fetched thought, Crys. I don't even like Picasso."

"Well that's the only one I know so deal with it. I mean I know another amazing painter now."

Zayn smiles, massaging his face with the face wash. "Roy Lichtenstein?" he asks.

"No, Zayn Malik." A shy smile forms on his face immediately and he tries hiding it with splashing water on his face.

"I'm flattered." Drying his face he changes into his sweats and walks out to meet Crystal in the room. "Can we watch the documentary now?"

"Crystal how many times have I told you not to eat on bed. It's got crumbs all over." Zayn complains, his face scrunching in disgust as he dusts it away with his hand.

"You know I can't help it."

"Unhygienic dumb blond."

"Stupid brown haired prat."

"That you're marrying and are about to watch a panda documentary with so deal with it."

Crystal smiles shyly, turning embarrassingly when a blush creeps on her cheeks. Even the dumbest things he says makes her blush.

She almost reaches the door when Zayn calls her out and she turns instantly being hit with a boxer.

His dirty boxer.

"Zayn Malik! You filthy jérk!" she shrieks, throwing it away like a disease as she feels Zayn slip past her and run downstairs, the hall echoing with his laughter as she sprints behind him.

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"Zayn!" comes Crystal's cry from the kitchen and Zayn's eyes widen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it I promise!"

"You always say that, I'm not believing you." she snaps, glaring at Zayn as she stands near the door with her hands on her hips.

How Zayn managed to anger women so easily was beyond his intellect capacity.

"W-what?"

"Did you eat the pastries I stored here?" Zayn feels the lump form in his throat and he manages to swallow it.

"What is a pastry?"

"Zayn."

"You went to fix popcorn, how did pastries enter?"

"Zayn."

"I don't even like sweet. I'm going sugar free."

"Zayn."

"Did I tell you I'm dieting? No? I'm on a pure water diet."

Crystal eyes him, her eyes squinting but when Zayn passes her a small smile trying to wave the white flag as he pulls his cheeks up with his finger Crystal feels her guard fall immediately.

"God, I hate you." she mumbles, walking back in the kitchen with defeated shoulders.

She throws the now empty plates in the sink, washing her own plate and placing it in the dishwasher beside the sink.

She hears footsteps behind her moments later making her turn to acknowledge Zayn. He stands at the door staring at her and passing her a smile.

She squints her eyes in annoyance, staring at Zayn while her hands hold the plate and sponge in each hand.

"I can go and take a shít if you want it back so bad, don't worry I do flush unlike you." he says softly. A chuckle breaks out of Crystal as she turns to the plate again, placing it in the sink in defeat as she smiles.

She turns back to look at Zayn, now smiling again. "You take unfair advantage of my soft corner for you." shrugging, Zayn stands beside her staring at the plate before he throws his arm around her shoulders.

"You don't have to do them, Carolina will do them in the morning."

"I don't like her doing it. Her cleaning the house is more than enough."

Zayn nods slowly, before he snatches the plate from her hands, a bit of soap flying on his sweater. "Zayn!"

"I don't like you doing them." he replies, pushing her away with his hip before he rubs the plate with the foam.

"Why did you make those?"

"So that you can have them for the next two days you'd starve yourself." Crystal answers annoyed.
"But, being the hungry starved man that hasn't had anything since renaissance period, you had to stuff all of it in two seconds."

"Crystal, they were barely two, that's something a kid would have as a midday snack in school." he whines.

"Whatever." she mumbles, moving to other side and picking up the bowls of mixed vegetable curry and chicken gravy to place them in the fridge.

"I'm placing these here, it'd do you for one day. Don't you dare warm it on the stove," she turns, passing him a challenging look which Zayn ignores before shutting the door of the fridge.
"Use microwave."

"I'm thinking of not doing it."

"Using microwave?" asks Crystal in confusion.

"No," Zayn wipes his hand on a kitchen towel before passing her a sarcastic smile. "Marrying you."

Crystal rolls her eyes at his comment.
"Like you would. I'd hunt you down."

"Sure, you wish. You could try all you want yet you won't be able to find me." Zayn challenges with a brow raised.

"Maybe, I just won't try."

"Huh?"

Crystal smiles, jumping on the counter and sitting.

"I'm kinda tired of running behind boys and them running away from me." she mumbles, shrugging.

"It's messed all my life y'know? My sixteenth birthday, prom, later teens, early twenties." she passes a sad smile before continuing, "Friendships."

"Crys. . ." Zayn mumbles before standing in front of her and placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Well if it helps, the only friend I had on my tenth birthday was you, and my prom was fúcked too."

"Because of me."

"I didn't have a date anyway."

"But you went with Ray?"

Zayn scoffs in disgust. "I'd much rather say I had no date."

Crystal chuckles, "She can't be that bad." she challenges.

"We were dancing and she almost made me dip." Crystal chuckles instantly.

"Seriously?"

"God, and she was having fruit salad, who the héll has fruit salad when there was chicken lasagna being served!?"

"I don't know, Zayn. Maybe someone vegetarian?"

"No, she said she's on a diet? Like why? I was thinking of carrying a casket with me incase she decides to drop dead some second." he complains making her giggle again as Zayn locks his hands around her neck.

"And she goes, Zayn do you want to know how many calories all this food has?" he copies a shrill voice which Crystal was sure was supposed to be a girl's.

"And I'm there with half the bowl of lasagna falling down my mouth barely muttering, 'do you think I care?' like don't get all calories on me." he smiles when Crystal chuckles.

"Prom was shít." she says with a smile.

"Couldn't agree more." Zayn smiles back.

Taking a deep breath he unclasps his hands before rushing out throwing Crystal off guard.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

But all that answers is her voice returning in her ears. Moments later Zayn saunters in the kitchen with his phone, his sweater discarded leaving him in an old black office shirt that he now wore at home.

"Let's have our little prom."

Crystal stares at him in amusement.
"What? Are you serious?" she laughs, kind of liking the idea.

"You doubt me?"

"Honestly, yes."

"Oh shut up, Crystal."

She hears a catchy pop song play that she couldn't place her finger on.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

"This is giving me serious déjà vu." she chuckles, taking his hand anyway.

"Don't remind me of that day, oh god. I've no idea what sort of drink did the dj drink that he switched from 'on the floor' to 'say you won't let go'." Zayn chuckles, before sliding both his arms around her waist and crossing his hands together.

"This isn't how you dance Zayn."

"Like we've ever done anything with rules." he whispers, resting his face in the gap of her shoulder and neck.

Crystal smiles before crossing her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face in his chest as they slowly move in the spot.

"What's this song called?"

"Last First Kiss." Zayn mumbles.

"It's. . . Nice."

"Yeah?"

She hums in response.
"You like it?"

"Yeah, I like this." Zayn murmurs, making her her smile.

"Zayn, I meant the so-"

"Crystal, honestly Ray was much better." chuckling in his chest she takes a deep breath, his scent almost instantly hitting her before she closes her eyes and nustles in his chest.

If this was prom, how'd she wish every girl could have it. She wishes she could tell highschool Crystal to stop sitting at the food corner with a sad smile and turn around.

How she wishes instead of walking towards Matt she would've walked towards Zayn who sat at the food corner just three seats away passing her smile. Wish she would've realised maybe he wasn't as happy as he shows.

Well, maybe adult Crystal was mending all the mistakes young Crystal made.

She was glad she was here in his arms swaying in the kitchen to whatever random song Zayn played. All that mattered was his arms, who cared about the song anyway?

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"Do you think pandas marry each other?" Crystal hears Zayn ask in a whisper as she looks up at him seated on the sofa while she sits on the floor her head initially lying on his knee, her hands unclasping her grip around his leg as he briefly looks down too.

"I-I don't know? What do you think?" she questions, making Zayn shrug.

"I guess they do. I feel anything living that is born is made to love." Crystal stares at the television as Zayn's voice fills her ears in the background. The panda tries crawling on the tire swing but ends up falling everytime.

"Do you think pandas are scared of death?" she asks this time, her head lying on his thighs again as her hands wrap around to make her head comfortable.

"What do you think?"

"I guess they aren't, look he's been trying to get on the swing for years, he won't die but he can hurt himself if he falls down, yet he's doing it." she explains, glancing up to catch a smile on Zayn's face.

"I've been doing that too."

She looks up. "You've done that too."
Zayn shrugs. "How are we going to live if we don't have anything to die for?"

"Are you scared of dying?" Crystal asks, facing Zayn as she crosses her arms and lays her head on his lap, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"Very," he mumbles.
"Not mine though, definitely someone close to me." he laughs.

"It's inevitable."

"That doesn't mean you stop hoping to never lose them?" he smiles. "After all hope's the only thing humans have that makes them stronger than god."

Crystal inhales slowly, nodding before she turns and faces the television. She feels Zayn slip down the sofa and sit beside her on the ground.

"Tell me, Crystal Hogward, are you scared of death?" she hears the smile in his voice.

After a while she answers. "No, I'm not." she feels the weight of Zayn's stare burning her peripheral.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"That's kinda scary. Should I be scared?" she hears him chuckle before she turns.

"You can either shed tears that someone is gone or smile that they lived." Crystal says, making Zayn frown before he huffs.

So she waits for him to call her stupid.

"That's stupid, Crystal. If someone close to you dies, goes away, you've nothing to live for. Tell me, if I die right now won't you feel bad? Or you'll smile at my dead body and say 'thank god he lived' come on."

"Sometimes dying is better than living the way people do, Zayn." she answers. "God saw you getting tired and the cure of it all was not to be. So he did what he had to."

A silence lingers momentarily before Zayn interrupts, "Crystal?"

"Yeah." she whispers, eyeing the hand Zayn leaned towards her.

"Promise me."

"What?"

"You won't die before me."

"What?" she chuckles.
"That's stupid, Zayn."

"I'm serious."

She turns her head to stare at him. His eyes pierce through hers so strongly that she gulps.

"How would I know? God has it destined for everyone. No one can decide."

"I don't care. Promise." she chuckles again, before taking a breath and slipping her hand through his and then knotting her pinky with his.

"I don't promise."

"Crystal." Zayn whines, making her chuckle.

"Why do you want that?"

"I can't deal with the aftermath, Crystal. I'm an emotional wreck. Losing someone would break me." he breathes. "E-especially you."

Her heart flutters slowly as she continues to stare at him with soft eyes. "God, death never terrified me this much until I realised it has eyes on you too. Everyone I care about."

"You think I can deal with the aftermath of you going away? Kinda selfish Zayn Malik, aren't we?" she questions.

"You'll at least try. I know I'd lose a part of me if I lose someone, Crystal. It'd kill me too. I-I'm very scared of losing people." he confesses, playing with his nails as he stares at his fingers.

"Zayn?"

He looks up to be welcomed to a smile.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah? You promise?"

She leans her pinky in mid air, making Zayn pass a Cheshire smile as he links them.

"I promise."

Zayn stands up, stretching a little before he closes the lights of the living room, the room falls into darkness with barely the television light hitting Crystal's face as she stares at the Panda finally on the swing as the caretaker pushes the swing slowly.

She feels Zayn sit on the sofa and tug at her arm, making her look up. She barely gets up, letting Zayn pull her up as she cuddles to his side feeling his arm around her waist. A light buzz of fluttering flows through her abdomen.

This isn't happening. She's not ready to face it yet.

"I've never met anyone who looks at the stars and galaxy like you do."

"Yeah?" Crystal mumbles.

Zayn doesn't answer her, too deep in thinking that he misses her voice.

"Zayn?" she tries again.

"I'm listening."

"I-I love the galaxy."

Zayn smiles, looking down at her.
"Your eyes kinda give that away when you look at it." God how could she confess she saw him in every star she noticed. No, she can't.

No, she didn't.

"Zayn?" she whispers, having no idea why she was whispering when they were the only ones there in the room. Zayn switches the television off, the room barely lit now.

"Yes, beautiful?" fúck.

"I've never had anyone look at me like you do." her grip almost instantly tightens around his stomach, involuntarily. Zayn notices that before answering.

"Blind bastards. Used to include me." a soft chuckle escapes her mouth.

"You really do scare me, Crystal." She hears his voice right from her side even though she couldn't see much.

"I'm ugly?"

"You're spontaneous."

"That's cool, isn't it?"

"Your thoughts scare me sometimes."

"It's just a thought, everyone has them." she answers, feeling Zayn's face closer to her neck.

"Everyone doesn't matter to me, you do." her hand flies up to rest on his cheek as she feels him peck her neck.

"You've nothing to worry on, I plan on staying for a long time." she answers, barely forming words when Zayn kisses up her neck. She feels his gaze linger on her face before their lips touch, building her excitement, making her heart rate go faster than she could ever imagine.

She leans in to enjoy the moment as he wraps his hand around her head and strokes her locks of hair. Finally, he gives her lips a little squeeze, as he comes closer and closer to her body but before Crystal could react his weight pushes her involuntarily and she slips down the sofa, falling on her áss before groaning in pain and lying down on her back.

It takes a second for Zayn to register before he realises and bursts into laughter. "Oh god." Crystal observes the silhouette of his face and her hand flies up grabbing his sweater and pulling him down.

He falls on his chest, his face barely missing the ground. He feels all the breath knocking out of his body as he groans.

"Crystal, why do you have to be a bítch about everything?"

"I fell because of you."

"You fell because you lost control, not my fault."

Crystal gulps slowly, the conversation not sitting well with her.

"Y-yeah, that's true."

"Great you pulled me down too." she catches his voice making her turn her face to the side to see Zayn groan as he turns and lies on his side.

"Won't like you falling alone. No best friend let's the other one do anything alone." he replies with a breathy chuckle making Crystal's stomach ache.

"Am I right?"

Crystal had been focusing so much on the silhouette of his face that she misses the last part of what he was telling her.

"Crys?" she realises he called her by her full name only when he was bitter, angry, annoyed or all.

"Yeah?"

"I don't regret anything that I've done because it has brought me here." she smiles.

"Except the salt in the cake."

"Will you ever let that go?"

"Only when I die." She chuckles.

"That means not happening soon." he groans.

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"Passengers are reminded that smoking is prohibited at all stations and on all train services."

"Heard that, Mr. Zayn Malik?"

"Oh shut up." he groans, earning a laugh out of Crystal in the process.

"Like they'd have the energy to notice every person."

"May I have your attention please! Closed circuit television and remote video monitoring is in use at this station for your personal safety and security."

Zayn looks up at roof of the station in confusion. "Can this bítch hear me?"

Crystal stops chuckling moments later before she shakes her head at him.
"You're dumb, come on let's go."

"Right beside you, ma'am."

"You didn't have to come all the way, you're already late." Crystal confesses as she walks beside Zayn on the London Railway Station. Zayn grasps her duffel bag around his shoulder. His work tie loose around his neck and his coat clutched in Crystal's arm.

"Who cares, they should've given me off, selfish pricks." he sighs.
"I'm sure you'll be super pampered at home."

"Yeah, I suppose." she shrugs.

"That's my train." they climb up the train moving to enter the coach which looks relatively empty with a couple seats filled with people. Crystal sits on the last seaters eyeing the facing seats awkwardly.

"Must be awkward sitting there. Imagine staring at a stranger for three hours." She ponders loudly as she notices Zayn throw her duffel on the luggage carrier above her seat before he falls down beside her.

"I suppose, better than staring at the back of the seat, don't you think?"

Crystal nods, shrugging her shoulders before her eyes turn to notice a tall guy, probably around his mid or ending twenties staring at Zayn with his light blue eyes. She could feel the awkwardness. She notices Zayn slumped back on whoever has a seat beside her with his eyes closed.

"Can I help you?" she tries, passing a friendly smile. Zayn opens his eyes, acknowledging the guy standing beside him.

"Yeah, I- that's your seat?"

"Oh no, it's not. Sorry to have you waiting." she apologizes, noticing him pass her a small smile before he places his bag in luggage area.

"You're travelling alone?" the guy asks as Zayn stands from his seat and he takes it in his place. She eyes the guy awkwardly obviously wanting to go out but now he sat there probably thinking she wasn't going to go out and see off the guy that was clearly sitting beside her comfortably? Right? Great.

"Uh, yeah."

"Where? I'm going to Halifax."

"Right, I'm-"

"I think she wants to move but she's clearly very awkward and shy to ask so I think you should give her some space so she can go out and see me off. I mean don't know about you that's what I feel, by the way she's in an awkward sitting standing posture." the guy stares at Zayn before his eyes fly back hesitantly.

An embarrassing smile spreads on his lips as he stands up immediately.
"Oh, sorry about that I didn't mean to intrude."

"I mean you already did so not like it'll change the past. L-o-l."

"Zayn." Crystal smiles, her eyes glaring at him through the smile challenging him to continue.

"Yeah-yeah." she passes the stranger a smile, who stares at the lot confused before she pulls Zayn outside the coach.

"Zayn Malik."

"You sound like my father."

Sighing, she looks back before a smile sprawls on her face. "Why were you bullying the poor guy?"

"Poor? The guy had airpods on-"

"Zayn."

He shrugs. "Eh, I was bored."

"Yeah, that validates bullying."

"He's good looking." Crystal stops speaking, staring at Zayn with wide eyes.

"This isn't the time to tell me you're not straight."

"I'm serious. He's-he's good looking." he observes, looking at the closed door. "You think he has a girlfriend?"

Crystal stares at him amusedly before putting on a fake thinking face.

"I hope not."

"Sorry? I think I misheard you."

"He's good looking, actually very good looking. Charming eyes, nice airpods, cool hair." she says, staring at Zayn who glares at the door.

"Yeah, enough to have me runaway a week before our wedding." Zayn turns back, a smile on his face.

"Nah, you can't leave Zayn for a random white dude." he says.

"So Mr. Narcissist The Third, you know how to read the future?"

"No, just how to read you."

"Sure."

He laughs before staring at the door.
"Do you think he's cussing at me?"

"I hope not." they turn to look at each other, bursting into a fit of laughter before Zayn shakes his head.

"I think the train will depart soon, I gotta go. Yeah?" he says, keeping his eyes on her face.

"Yeah, I guess." she shrugs with a small smile.

"Well, you gotta wait three days for me that's all right? See you at that hell hole we call home, Hogward." shaking her head she feels warmth surround her when she's stuffed in his embrace. She pulls her arms around his neck, leaving a small peck on his cheek, hesitantly, before they move apart.

"Don't runaway with that good looking dude."

"I might."

"I'll hunt you down."

Laughing she stares at Zayn's face as he shows no movement of moving, neither does she. "Uh. Is something wrong?"

Zayn bites his lip as he awkwardly shrugs before putting his arms around her waist.

"I-I can't believe someone actually wants to marry me. That too you."

She inches closer without reading, feeling his hand encircle her again as she brushes her lips against his, knotting her fingers in his hair, almost melting against his body as he kisses her slowly before pecking her cheek. He distances slowly, taking his jacket from her and throwing it on.

"Gotta go, take care jaan."

He tries moving but she keeps her grip tight around his hand.
"Crys." Zayn chuckles, trying to pull his hand.

"Let me go."

"No." she chuckles, starting to pull him inside.

"Crys, let me go. What the héll?" he laughs trying to pull away as Crystal pulls on his jacket's arm.

He sneaks out of the jacket and climbs down the train in his shirt, hair ruffled slightly as he chuckles.

"Oh my god." Crystal giggles in response, holding the jacket in her hand before she throws it towards him. Zayn catches the jacket and throws it on again before brushing his hair slightly trying to tame it.

Backing away he feels the train move.
"Don't forget to pick up my friends, don't order too much take out and better wash the laundry before coming or don't come at all!" Crystal orders, looking down at Zayn as she holds the side rail tightly.

"Okay, ma'am. Anything else?"

"Yes, take care of yourself. It's two days but you better not burn the house or yourself alive." she mocks.

Rolling his eyes, Zayn passes a small smile before he takes some steps back. "See you at Bradford, Crys."

"I'll be waiting."

"You better not run off with that dude."

"You better show up." the door closes and the last Zayn sees is a frantically waving Crystal before the train starts moving and he walks beside it for a good couple of seconds before it gains speed and descends down the line.

Crystal takes a deep breath, staring outside the door to see the train leaving the station and the announcement falling through her ears about the three hours she'll sit in the train before it reaches Bradford Interchange.

She was scared, they were getting married. Married. Marriage doesn't have fights or breakups, the next step is divorce.

Jesus, they weren't even married yet.
Her mind flies back to the kiss they shared, it was obvious that they were slowly adapting to each other, not the best but way better than before.

Jesus, she would have fallen, had he not been there to hold her while they kissed.

Then she realises, she already has.

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