Chapter 11

"Fine," said Zara.

Zara went inside her house and fleeted to the safety of her room. Her sister knocked on the door. Her sister looked completely different to Zara. She had wide brown eyes and had a naive look to her face. There was a standout height difference between the two sisters. Zara was shorter by a least half a head. Her sister was slightly plum but her height made up for it so it didn't seem that obvious. She tucked some of her jet black hair behind her ear and looked surprised.

"Wow, Zara you look so beautiful," she said.

"Thanks Pooja," said Zara.

"How was the wedding?" asked Pooja.

"Great," Zara said. "Your date?"

"Very good," she said. "I just came to say good night. So good night and sweet dreams."

"Wait, could you help me with the zip at the back?" asked Zara.

Pooja left after undoing the zip to Zara's dress. Zara returned from her bathroom dressed in shorts and her comfy blue tee-shirt. She opened the window and let the cool breeze sweep in making her hair gently fly. Emmett climbed in through the window.

"I could have helped you with your dress," complained Emmett.

"Oh really?" said Zara teasingly.

"Yes," breathed Emmett as he gazed at her from head to toe. His eyes travelled as she sat on her bed. He joined her and sat in front of her. If eyes could talk, I wonder when they would shut up! Emmett rested his head in Zara's lap. Zara caressed his dark brown hair.

"Tell me about us," said Zara.

"Not tonight. Tonight I just want to be with you. I have waited for so, so long for you. I finally get to be with you. You have no idea how happy I am," he whispered. Zara beamed at him. "I hope Rose leaves me alone now."

"I think she likes you," said Zara.

"No, she doesn't like me. She just wants me because I'm taken. I always was taken. I made it clear from the start that I love someone else. She still kept trying but it never worked. She is so self obsessed," Emmett explained. "I love you and no one else. I never have and I never will."

"I love you too," whispered Zara. She yawned, maybe a bit too loud. Emmett got up and he helped her lay on her back. He pulled the covers over her. "Are you leaving?"

"Nope, Princess. I'm staying with you," he said.

"Then come here," she murmured and gestured to the empty spot next to her. Emmett lay next to her and admired her as she was falling asleep.

"Good night," kissed Emmett lightly on Zara's cheek. He grinned as she turned towards him and held his hand, as if stopping him from escaping. Just when he thought she had fallen asleep, her eyes flicked open. "You are supposed to go to sleep."

"No, I go to sleep because I want to not because I have to. I can stay awake for about five days straight and still look good," said Zara. Emmett let out a quiet chuckle.

"So what do you want to do?" asked Emmett. "Go for a ride in my jeep?" he suggested. "Wait I dropped it home. We can't do that. Can you drive?" Zara nodded. Emmett asked a round of questions for two minutes. They both were silent for a while.

A few minutes later Zara flinched. Emmett was now worried.