Chapter 4

Christian paced his flat again, waiting eagerly for Syed to return. He was panicking. Syed had been gone two hours, more than enough time to have told Amira the truth. With no information of how Syed's family had taken the news, Christian's mind was going wild. What if Syed had changed his mind? What if he'd decided that he'd rather stay with Amira? Christian's anxious thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. Christian grabbed the phone, desperate to hear the beautiful voice he was already missing.

"Hello" he answered.

"Christian" Zainab's sharp voice echoed down the phone, "Can you come into work? We're very busy"
Christian sighed."I'll be there in ten minutes" he hung up, disappointed. Zainab hadn't sounded too unhappy on the phone, which only meant one thing; Syed hadn't told her. He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house, needing to clear his head. Heading towards Masala Queen, he prayed Syed wouldn't be there. Christian couldn't face him knowing that he obviously didn't want him. Christian took a deep breath, then walked into the Unit.

He walked in to find Zainab with a peculiar smile on her face. Hearing his entrance, she looked up and grinned. This wasn't a good sign. Zainab never looked this happy unless something good had happened with her sons. And, in Christian's mind, finding out Syed was gay wouldn't be something good for her.

"Ah, Christian, I need to pop out for a while" she said, removing her bright blue apron, "Make sure you check the office for.......things" she laughed to her herself.

"Oh God, it's finally happened" Christian thought to himself, "She's lost it"

Rolling his eyes, Christian walked towards the office. "May as well humour the nutjob" he muttered to himself. The blinds were drawn in the small office, so it was dark as he slowly turned the doorknob and stepped into the gloom. Before he'd had the chance to pull the blinds, he found himself pinned up against the door. The lights flickered on, and Christian blinked as he realised who had him trapped.

"Syed, what are you doing? Your mother could walk in any minute!"

Syed smirked up at the man. "She knows about us"

Christian stared, confused. "But......she seemed so........calm"

Syed laughed. "And you're complaining about that?" he stroked Christian's cheek tenderly. "Christian, she's happy for us"

"Really?" Christian could hardly believe it. He had expected pain, maybe even to be hated yet again. He had never thought it could work out so well. Syed smiled. He moved so that their faces were just millimetres apart.

"Really" he grinned as Christian's breathing got heavier, "We can be together, Christian"

Syed pecked him lightly on the lips. "Oh, and one more thing" he pulled back slightly.

"I love you"

With that, he pushed Christian back against the door, which would have hurt if Christian could think of anything else at that moment, and covered his mouth with his own. Christian responded passionately, holding Syed as if he'd never let him go, and at that moment, he realised that he'd never have to...