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when we collide
40| flowers between recipe books

Crystal was ready to confess.

She was ready to confess all those subconsciously conscious times she had stared at Zayn for minutes wondering how the feel of his lips felt to all the girls he had kissed.

How that one time when they fell in a lake in year 10 on their families annual outing together her heart had buzzed a little when Zayn had brushed his finger around her waist to pull her up.

How that one time she caught Zayn staring at her lips when they were completing their calculus homework together around midnight and they'd awkwardly shuffled before continuing.

It was pure curiosity then, probably admiration for the only man who hadn't hurt her somehow, who hadn't ever tried taking advantage of her.

Who adored her for her.

While all those imaginations young Crystal had devoured in during long periods and gym classes it probably didn't even match one percent of what his touch was actually doing to her.

Zayn's almost inaudible whisper sent her piping with longing making her wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. She notices how he's almost taken aback by the force she uses but it only makes him kiss her back harder.

Crystal longed to feel like the books, how writers described the euphoria of kissing someone you love.

She'd often question, 'did it really feel different?'

Dámn, they weren't wrong.

“Stay still.” 

The whisper against her skin makes Crystal tremble again only to let out a shaky breath when she not only feels the friction of his plump lips begin to suck gently on the side of her neck, all while his fingers slip underneath her wet pants and begin to grope her ass freely.

She tries to respond but it goes in vain when his hands brush down her arms slowly, intertwining their fingers and pulling her hands up to lock them between his fingers and the wet wall.

It felt alive, electric & almost every word Crystal had read about because the feeling of her hands crossed above her head with his fingers lacing hers as she's locked between his body and the wall, unmoving , she possibly couldn't feel more alive.

It did feel like home.

And she didn't want to leave.

Hearing the shower close she opens her eyes, the water forcing her eyes to shut down before what's left if fine crystals of water running down her lashes. She notices his gaze linger down her chest before their lips touch again, building up the excitement, making Crystal's heart rate go faster than she could ever imagine. She leans-in to enjoy the moment, her body filling with endless passion.

Finally, he gives her lips a little squeeze, as he distances his face to stare in her eyes, his face the closest it's ever been to her, mere inches holding them back.

The tips of his fingers slowly move up the side of her legs, sending shivers up her back as he slowly grips her thighs, pulling her up to lock her legs around his waist. Delicately continuing to kiss her neck he slowly moves away, mere inches, to whisper in his husky voice.

“You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Crys. I won't be able to stop now.”

Crystal raises her arms that were locked around his neck as her fingers run through his hair to signal she wants more.

“Who-who told you to stop?”

That's when he gives in as he feels his lips on her lips again, involuntarily. With such less space they still manage to come closer and all Crystal could feel was endearment and passion as his kisses became strong.

Her brain tries to throw in flashes of the video through her senses, her hands curl in a fist behind Zayn's neck to stop them from doing something stupid. She-she wanted this but-

“Actually, scratch that, safeword?”

“S-safeword?” Zayn nods. Crystal pulls back a bit, her fist softening as her hands gently lay on his back and her brain goes numb.

“Panda?”

“Panda?”

“Yeah. Panda.”

“Weird, but good enough for me,”  he smiles before pecking her once.

“I'll make sure you never forget Paris, Crys.”

He slowly let's her bring her legs down, her feet finally touching the floor and her back finally spacing from the wall.

He's quick to pick her up bridal style, her soaked pants sticking to his arm as he takes her to the bedroom. Closing the door behind him with his foot as Crystal stares at him patiently, breathing slowly.

Putting her down on the bed gently, he starts kissing her again. Taking soft nips on her lower lip. His arm slides along her back to guide her closer as their lips meet with hesitance on his part and impatience on hers.

“I don't want to hurt you, Crys.” he whispers staring in her eyes as she stares back.

“I-I trust you, Zayn. Besides,”  she pecks him slowly.

“It's deleted. . . I-I really want you too.”

Zayn feels his nerves drop down when her hand slowly brushes his cheek making him look up.

If she says no now, he might as well kill himself.

“I've never been more sure.”

“I adore you so much.”  Zayn whispers, as he starts kissing her again. Crystal's arms move involuntarily to lock around his neck, her fingers continuing to brush his hair clutching and pulling on his locks as he fiddles with her draining jeans and pulls it down her legs.

Slowly, they take turns to remove whatever separated their skins from touching until all that separates them is her breath blowing gently on his chest.

Crystal almost feels a small hit of shrill nostalgia hit her as a wave of her video strikes through her brain again making her clutch Zayn's shoulder.

“Zayn—”

“Don't worry, it's just me. It's okay.”  he whispers soothingly, running his hands down her body making sure he looks deep in her eyes as he speaks.

“You're so beautiful, Crystal. I'm so happy someone like you is mine.”

Crystal's eyes widen as she stares at his face. He was absolutely breath taking, every inch of his face was beautiful to limitless boundaries that she couldn't decipher where to start admiring.

She feels her confession on the tip of her tongue but she holds in. Badly wanting to confess the three words she wasn't sure whether Zayn or she herself could take the weight of on their frail shoulders yet.

Thoughts fly out of her mind and her eyes flutter close when he starts giving feather light kisses on the nape of her neck feeling Zayn's lips travel from her throat, down to her collarbone, his hand moving up her waist and upwards to slowly rest on her chest and feel her heart beat.

Her eyes close as she feels the euphoria the books talked about race through her body to everywhere as Zayn lightly kisses her chest.

A gasp cuts through the air as Zayn bites down on her nípple this time around, he takes the time to look up at Crystal's expression; her eyebrows furrowed together, eyes almost shut from pleasure that also managed to leave her mouth just slightly open.

Zayn takes the opportunity of her seemingly putty in his hands to start sucking, being a bit harsher as he simultaneously bites down on her riotously sensitive nípple as a way to elicit a more verbal reaction from her.

He ends up getting it. Crystal lets out a shaky moan, her grip weakening on Zayn's hair, the latter feeling a sense of pride rush through him,

He bites down harshly one last time, before pulling back to tilt his head as he takes in the flushed expression on Crystal's face, the only sight of her his eyes hadn't seen yet.

Her cheeks tainted with the a pink glow, her brows still furrowed like before. He wanted to save this sight like picture in his mind and never delete it.

She starts breathing heavily, reaching up and locking her arms around Zayn's and starts caressing his neck, running her fingers through his hair as Zayn basks in this amorous affection.

His hand finds its way to her knee as he begins squeezing and gently rubbing her leg, building up the tension. Very carefully he begins to bring his hand higher up until he just barely touches the bottom of her pantiès.

When Crystal offers no resistance, he starts rubbing her slowly over the thin material. Crystal's eyes close immediately as her breath quickens at the foreign touch

"I—" Zayn moves up to kiss her, quietening her.

Zayn moves about just slightly as he continues kissing her whilst his right hand rubs her. Then ever so slowly he brings his hand around the front and brushes it along her breast again.

Zayn's breathing grows a bit heavier as he concentrates on this spectacular sight. Crystal pants lightly as her toes curl in pleasure.

"Z-Zayn." she tries to say but her voice comes out barely above a whisper.

Zayn moves to kiss her neck roughly, finally sliding his finger inside of her feeling how aroused she is as he groans.

An abrupt moan dances through Crystal's lips as she finally feels a finger enter her gently, the softness of his finger inside contrasting on how roughly he's sucking on her neck, determined to leave a mark that she wouldn’t be able to get away from. 

One that she wouldn’t want to to get away from.

“Fück, Crys.”  he whispers in her ear, "Look at you."

Her hips raise off the bed, tense and expectant, willing him to go deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Zayn-n please." Crystal groans, her toes curling as her hand clutches the bedsheet, curling it around in her hand. Zayn answers each of her groans but then teases her, withdrawing his fingers with a stroke and entering again, gaining speed.

"Oh god." Crystal feels her insides burning, a familiar knot of pleasure forming in her core.

"Zayn." she moans.

His skilled fingers gain speed, pressing at the right places as he waits until Crystal hits her climax, a loud moan escaping her mouth, waves of pleasure surging through her.

He's quick to turn her over onto all fours, pulling her up onto his lap so that she's kneeling with her back to him. She expects him to take his hand away but he leaves it in there, pushing her legs apart and slowly stroking her, reaching further and further with his fingertips whilst his other hand kneads her breast, kissing her back, slowly, the whole time.

Crystal feels the wave of pleasure again, having not had a moment to breathe or get over the sudden high of pleasure.

"I think I'm going to—" she moans again. "Again."

Zayn kisses her earlobe lightly pressing his lips to her ears and whispering.

"Who's stopping you?" Zayn rubs her clítoris in a rhythmic pace and her abdomen warms up. She gasps slowly, the rush of euphoria spreading all through her lower area yet again.

"Fúck!" Another orgasm shudders through her body and she pants deeply. Her inside exploding as Zayn's breath comes out in rhythm with hers. Crystal's inside still clench and release in pleasure when Zayn takes his hand away.

“Zayn, I want to make you feel go—”

“Let's focus on you this time.”

She glances over her shoulder when Zayn gets up and sees that he's looking around, a sudden panic on his face.

“You don’t have protection. . . do you?”

“Yeah, if you’re not comfortable with that I completely understand, we don’t have to—”

“Are you?”

“Uh, I don’t mind. I can just—”

“Then,”  Crystal turns to lie down arching her back up to look at Zayn.

“Why are you so far away?”

He's quick to join her, clutching her legs and wrapping them around his back.

He kisses her slowly, his hand resting on either side of her head to keep him up. He teases her entrance, trying to build up tension.

“Remember your safeword?”

“Yeah I re— fúck!” Crystal blurts out, her eyes rolling back as his length fills her, giving her a slight burn that merges its slight pain with the overwhelming pleasure she feels.

He slipped inside of her, unannounced, controlling his movements with his hands now gripping her waist.

She swivels around and then wraps her legs around his back again, gripping onto the back of his neck and looking straight into his hazel eyes she could drown in any day.

She moans his name again as her inside clench.

"You feel so good." Zayn groans, picking up speed.

"I—" Crystal moans again, her back arching up responding to Zayn's movement.

Zayn tries catching his breath as he speeds up, clutching her arms with one hand and locking them above her head, his lips finding their way back to hers.

"Zayn—" she tries whispering but ends up gasping when his length touches her pleasure points. He grunts lightly when she rotates her hips, her nails digging in his back to stabilise her euphoria.

She shudders a little, sweat accumulating on her forehead as she orgasms for the third time, almost feeling drained off energy. She feels Zayn thrust a few sloppy times before he pulls out of her immediately, trying to catch his breath. She holds him closer as both of them catch their breath against each other.

Zayn rests his head on Crystal's stomach, slowly stroking her legs. There's so much to say but the both of them feel too exhausted to speak and Crystal ponders where to begin.

She did it. With Zayn.
She just had—

After fifteen minutes of just lying there, Zayn props his head up on one elbow and stares at her, his eyes twinkling as his lips possess a ghost of a smile.

"I can't believe this is happening," he lightly laughs, moving up and falling beside Crystal, staring at the ceiling as he pulls up the duvet sloppily.

"I know. . . it's crazy.”  Crystal whispers, turning her head to look at Zayn who stares at whatever that's able to catch his attention on the ceiling.

"Zayn, what's going to happen? I don't want to spoil our friendship, but I can't lose you again, you can't just waltz in my life and expect nothing to change. I don't know what this means to you but everything is going to change. I-I know you're still getting used to this but. . . Zayn, you are my husband and I can't help but feel something. I—"

"Crys, calm down," he says softly, placing a finger on her lips. "I understand. I don't know what I'm doing either and I know we can't go back to what we were, who wants to? All that I know is that I've wanted for this to happen since our wedding. Maybe unconsciously, but somewhere, always." He whispers looking at her.

Crystal notices the softness in his voice that somehow calms her a little and with that expression of his, it is obvious that her insides melt at the sight.

"Since our wedding?" she asks, tentatively.

"Maybe even before that and there's a whole list of things that I want to do with you before we start questioning this," he says, running his fingertips over her lips, as his lips curl in a smirk.

The knot of anxiety that's built up in her stomach ebbs away immediately. Crystal reaches across and stroke his arm.

"What else is on this list then?" she asks shyly.

Zayn gets up on his elbow, cupping her bottom in his hands he leans in for a long, slow kiss.

Instinctively, she hooks her legs around him. Crystal smiles lightly before she kisses Zayn, her insides tickling and her cheeks tinting pink.  In between kisses, Zayn whispers.

"I want to have you in the shower, on that coffee table, on every surface in your bakery, I want to kiss every inch of your body in my car."

“Zayn. I need to tell you something.”

“Hold on now, I'm not done,”

“Moreover what I want the most is you. I want you to trust me.”

"I want that too." she whispers.

Zayn slowly smiles at her words before he pulls the duvet over them completely.

“Zayn?”

“Yeah?”

Crystal tries to maintain her breath to normality as Zayn stares in her eyes, his fringe covering a little of his forehead, his cheek lightly squished against the pillow and his lips, the same lips that just kissed her, passing her a small smile.

“Zayn. . . I love you.”

Zayn smiles a little more.

“Love you too, Crys.”

“No, Zayn.”  Crystal breathes, making Zayn's smile drop down ever so slightly to a hesitant smile.

Crystal moves her hand up, tangling her fingers between his hair and pushing his fringe behind before her eyes move from his fringe back to his hesitant gaze.

“I-I don't mean the love you too love, Zayn.”

Slowly bringing her hand down from his fringe she lays it on his cheek, noticing how his smile and shining eyes are replaced with a doubtful look and slightly open mouth.

“I mean the I am so in love with you love, Zayn.”  she breathes out slowly.

Giving her words a little moment of theirs to linger in the air she looks down when Zayn's eye contact becomes too harsh.

“I-I don't want you to.”

“Why?”

“Whoever says that. . . leaves me. I-I don't want you to go away. Not now.”

“Zayn.”  Crystal whispers, feeling her eyes moisten a little. Her thumb moves down to his bicep, slowly brushing her thumb against his skin.

“I–I don't know, Crystal. I—”

“Zayn. . . I'm not asking you to say it back. All I'm asking of you is to listen to me.”  Crystal interrupts.

“And trust me.”

Zayn looks down, his hand finding hers under the blanket as he pulls her hand away from his arm and clutches it tightly, laying it on the bed.

“I may not be the first person you're promising forevers to. Sadly, you're not the first person I'm confessing my love to. We both have passed a knife to people we saw a future with and have them stabbed right in our hearts. We still have those bruises.”

She clutches his hand, brushing her thumb against the top of his hand to draw hearts as she continues.

“Whatever we have came unannounced. We didn't expect it. We may not be the best versions of ourselves when we met because when you're already hurting on a scar you can barely risk one again. Healing is slow anyway.”  she chuckles.

“You've seen me in all my glory and all my darkness, Zayn. You've accepted me. I know we've had our fair share of ups and downs but I realised all this while what we called 'arranged' or 'coincidence' was just. . . healing. We know something will heal the scar but who likes medicines or ointments? They're painful, bitter, unattractive and just. . .”

She looks up, interrupting her rambling to catch a glance at Zayn. She notices his eyes shining in the moonlight almost sure they're moist too.

She wasn't alone in this.

“This is how we heal, Zayn. I'll spend all my nights drawing every crevice of your face and it'll be the ugliest sketch you've ever seen. . . bitter but healing. You'll make cakes with ingredients of every flaw in me and it'll be bitter but. . . healing.”

Crystal feels the first trail of tear move down her eye, slowly trailing down the crook of her nose and splattering against the pillow.

“And one day I'll be able to draw your face in all it's glory, when your skin will poise a plain canvas with no scars and you'll write me a recipe book with flowers pressed between the pages, hopefully as close as we are today, and it'll be the best versions of ourselves.”

Her hand slowly leaves his fist, her thumb moving to brush away the trail of tear that copied her path on his face.

“I just want you to know I thank god everyday to have me meet a man who shows his vulnerability to me, your flawed perfection. You look so beautiful under the moon light right now, Zayn. I wish you could see. Your eyes are shining. I hope you know that I really don't care whether someday you're shining brighter than the moon that it's burning me or the other when you're the darkness around it.”

Crystal slowly moves her face closer to his (as she feels another tear move down her face) wiping another tear that trails down his.

“You're still the most beautiful thing to me and I promise I'll never leave you. I'll love you when you're the moon. I'll love you when you're the darkness around it. I'll still be so in love with you, Zayn.”

Crystal smiles slowly, letting the tears flow realising her efforts to keep them in were in vain anyway. She notices Zayn take a deep breath before he looks up and his lips ever so slowly turn up into a small smile.

Crystal didn't expect Zayn to reply for she knew he generally didn't but when she feels his arm brush down her waist, goosebumps trailing behind his fingers as he pulls her into his chest she realises he held her tighter than he ever did.

Crystal accepts, she's never felt this elated and at peace than at the moment and when she feels her eyes droop down due to tiredness and her ears lose the sound of Zayn's heartbeat she feels his lips kiss her hair slowly as he whispers.

“Closer than the flowers pressed between the the pages of the recipe book.”

༻❁༺

A light hit of breeze is what wakes Crystal from her deep slumber. She shifts a little in bed before finally giving in to open her eyes. Stretching her body her eyes fly to the other side of the bed to find it empty. She stretches herself up on her elbow, holding the blanket close to her body as she peaks outside the balcony doors, spotting Zayn sitting on one of the chair and staring outside.

What was supposed to happen now?

She sits up on the bed, a ghost of a smile lingers on her lips as she stretches down to grab her undergarments. Standing up quietly she walks to grab her hoodie from her bag when she spots Zayn's grey jumper lying on the chair.

After a-number-she-couldn't-possibly-count-on-her-finger times thoughts race through her brain she hesitantly walks towards the jumper, as if a hunter creeping towards it prey before she picks. Feeling the soft material against her fingers she smiles before throwing it on and walking to the balcony. She opens the window door slowly.

The cigarette clutched between Zayn's fingers catch her eyes first. She instantly regrets not wearing full on pj's instead of her shots when the Paris air hits her naked legs. Even though the balcony was covered a little of the air managed to mischievously sneak in.

Well, Zayn was shirtless and if he could manage then so could she.

Breathing in the jumper paws she wraps her arms around her body before speaking.

“What is the number?”

Zayn looks up, thrown off guard before he glances at his cigarette again and smiles slowly.

“First in three days,”  he replies before looking up.

“Come join me.”

Crystal stares at the vacant table, taking small steps to sit on it before Zayn slowly pulls her towards him and she's quick to fall in his laps.

“Woah—”

“It's cold here Crys.”

“It is when you don't wear a shirt.”

“You're warm though.”

Crystal smiles slowly laying her head on Zayn's shoulder before she asks the question waiting on the tip of her tongue.

“Why are you smoking?”

“Needed a distraction from my thoughts.”

Crystal glances up at that, noticing Zayn bring the cigarette close to his lips again. She's quick to close in, kissing his lips slowly, tasting the bitter after taste of cigarette.

“Trying to give me another bad habit, Crystal?”

“At least you're accepting it's bad.”

“Everything turns bad for you when it becomes your addiction, Crys.”  Zayn replies, gazing up at the sky momentarily.

“When it'll go or be taken away, you won't know how to survive.”

“Start practicing then.”  Crystal shrugs, throwing her arms around his neck and making Zayn push the cigarette bud against the surface and throw it in the astray.

“How difficult can it be to get over an addiction?”

“Cigarettes? Not that bad. Drugs? A little difficult maybe. You?” Crystal shakes her head in amusement.

“I wouldn't know, nor would like to but if I've to take a wild guess. . .”  Zayn smiles when he notices the pink creeping on her cheeks as she turns her face to look at the sky.

“Probably near to impossible.”

Crystal feels almost as if the weight she'd been carrying all this while had vanished into thin air. This was the most comfortable she'd ever felt with him, ironically after she'd confessed her feelings and been intimate.

It felt. . . great that he knew.

“Do you know we're seeing the Eiffel Tower today?”

Zayn rolls his eyes. “That's like the giant stupid wheel of London you're crazed about.”

“You're not excited to see it?”

“I'd love to roam the streets with you, be spontaneous like you. Stumble on something we'd never be able to see through these stupid planners, y'know?”

Crystal nods slowly.
“But you want to see Eiffel Tower and I want to roam Paris with you so whatever. Yeah?”

Crystal nods, before she gets up to get a bath but is quickly pulled back.

“Who said you could go?”

“Sorry, Professor.”

“I have a written copy of the agreement.”

Crystal gently lays her hand on his arm, her brows knotting in confusion.
“What?”

“Cuddle-buddy agreement.”

“Shoo off, Malik.”  she laughs, before standing up. She stands at the window door when she hears his laugh follow her, making her turn.
Noticing him gazing at the sky, she feels her inside melt at the sight of him and almost as if Zayn senses, he turns to glance in her direction catching her eyes.

And it was probably the first time Crystal's eyes spoke so clearly to him when she smiled slowly before looking down and walking inside.

Zayn feels his heart pound when he looks down at his wedding ring. He felt a rupture of fear and hesitancy but it was definitely overpowered by adoration and a warmth he didn't want to name yet.

At the end, no one had told him 'I love you' through their eyes yet and now, he won't give anyone else the chance to.

༻❁༺

“I can't believe we're on The Eiffel Tower!”

“You like it here?”

“Why the hell won't I? It's so beautiful and the lights too. I wish I could take some pictures and show them to Dad. He really wanted to see.”

Zayn smiles a little before he looks at the view. It was crazy beautiful from up here if he had to define it. With the cold air ever so mercilessly hitting his face every now and then he'd almost never felt so alive.

Except. . . obviously when he rebelled and slept on a bench in a park.

He glanced right to look at Crystal, her cheeks tinting pink due to the cold as she smiled at the view. No matter how annoying the guide was, the fact that they were with a group of couples and had to wait years before the reached up here. . . it was worth it.

He slowly looks at his glove-covered hand before placing it on his chest. Was it really his heart pounding that fast? He looks at Crystal again before his eyes turn to look up at the moon.

He would've never guessed someone could mean so so much to him that he'd looked up at the moon and prayed for her to stay by his side.

“It was really worth the wait.”

Crystal turns when she hears his voice. A smirk slowly covers her lips.

“What was?”  she asks, amused.

Zayn looks away from the moon to glance at her, noticing the small devilish smirk that peeked from under her gigantic muffler. He would've almost laughed at her cute attempt of trying to be flirty with him but he finds his hand gently grasps hers making the smirk slowly melt down. Even with the gloves dotting on both their hands he could feel the warmth of them seep in.

“What wasn't, Jaan?”

He slowly pulls her in, her face crashing against his chest as he smiles, his eyes closing to feel her close just like she described because well. . . she saw him.

She saw him under the pseudo facade of a witty, sarcastic, well doing man. She saw the vulnerable, fragile person. A man who wore his sarcasm as an armour and scars of distrust and broken promises that littered his skin.

The Zayn he was. . . wasn't the Zayn he became or the one she knew. He had lost his spark. He was engulfed in this huge vacuum of darkness. It was quite an understatement that he sought to light. That's when he met her. Just like the moon she lit his galaxy.

With the scars that the darkness around her gave her that turned into million craters dotting her skin or the scars around him that he hoped would be light but ended up giving him scars of stars.

It was weird how deep of a metaphor he could realise them to be.

Now, twice hurt, holding each other to stay strong. Never the same.

“What do you love in me?”

“All of you, Zayn.”  she whispers.

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firstly, IK IK this was VERY late but i have my reasons today, for the first time no excuses.

firstly, ive my college entrances SUPER soon (which is pretty stupid bec THERE'S A FKN PANDEMIC GOING AROUND AND THEY WANT US TO PHYSICALLY COME AND GIVE THE EXAM I-)

secondly, i had a bit of writer's block for the after part of the story, but i overcame it and now ive everything planned :')  certain main chapters are pre-written and ive got notes ready.

so, yeah well, things are prolly only going downhill from here. sadly.

i started writing this book as a defense mechanism when i was probably the shittiest phase of my life and probably depicted my characters in all the feelings i felt and conditions that i went through. i wont talk much in depth rn but later definitely :')

SO, a huge thank you to everyone that stick w me till here. That was a bumpy @ss ride ik i hope you stick ahead as well🥺❤️

I'll try to update sooner this time.

I hope you liked the chapter 🤭, i s2g this one chapter took me years to write. . . i probably deleted 7 drafts and rewrote everything again bec I wasn't sure about it.

see u soon babies 💫