CHAPTER NINE
A/N: It took me a lot to come back and write this story but here it is, thanks for anyone reading don't forget to review it :)
PS. It's still Viv's POV
"Hi!" is the excited yet very suspicious greeting I get from my parents
"Hey mom, dad" I say awkwardly "so mmm this Zayn, Harry, Niall, Louis and Liam"
"Hi" they all say at the same time. Then I notice it; my mother's eyes shift from me to Zayn nonstop. I guess she ships us; this thought draws a silly smirk on my face, which is responded by puzzled looks from the guys and Annie.
"So…what's up? Mom, dad?" I say
"Oh nothing, just checking on our new clients" my mom eagerly says without stopping on her annoying eye switching.
"Are you joining us for brunch?" Harry politely asks
"Oh we don't think so we have a reservation for today, maybe some other time" my dad politely declines, I know they don't have any reservations, they don't really like making them, but I think my dad notices my mom's awkward behavior and decides not to stay.
"Sure maybe some other time" Liam replies. With this my parents say goodbye to the "lads" and Annie and I lead them out, when we are far enough my mom bursts… Into joy that is.
"Oh Viv! He likes you!" She excitedly says
"What? Mom how would you know! You were in there for like five seconds and we didn't even make eye contact!" I reply, kind of annoyed
"Well YOU didn't" is her answer
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well he certainly couldn't take his eyes off you"
Is a silly remark but I still blush bright red. My parents only smile at this, so I hurriedly say goodbye and see them off. When they're out of sight and let myself smile a bit and head back inside the house.
Everybody is in the living room having a laugh, everyone but Zayn, and suddenly remember our pending conversation which runs chills through my spine I hate confrontations at least I know I'll hate the if I have one with him. I roam the house to find him seating on a small couch in the upper level; he has a serious expression which makes my heart ache.
I slowly and quietly walk in the room to make my way into a spot next to him.
"Hey" I say not as upset as before. I get a weak 'hey' in response. After a couple of silent seconds he finally speaks up
"I like you ok? Is that so hard to understand? I've never felt this way and I know it sounds cliché but it's the truth" he voice has firm but soft "and I know you like me too! You told me last night and though you were intoxicated I KNOW you meant it, I can see it, feel it" now we are only a few inches away from each other and a sudden urge to kiss him is climbing to my lips
FLASHBACK
It's the night before and I'm in a tattoo shop, I'm looking at some blurry font designs when a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a warm alcoholic breath is on my neck. All I can do is giggle and let myself melt into the embrace knowing in my drunken mind that is Zayn who's hugging me, I shift slightly to check, yep it's him. We stay like this for a while until I finally speak up
"I don't like this fonts, they are too elaborated" I state and turn my mouth into a sad pout
"What if?" Zayn starts to say but stops
"What?"
"Nothing is silly" he says and I can notice a slight blush in his cheeks
"Tell me, I won't find it silly" I say
"What if I write it for you?" He finally says
"That would be awesome!" I quickly grab a piece of paper and a pen, ordering him to write away with a smile.
When he's finally finished he shows it to me
"I like it and" I say "I like you"
His eyes widen up and I lean closer to kiss him on the cheek and snatch the drawing from his hands, happily skipping to the tattoo artist who approves the sketch and look back and see Zayn softly touching his cheek.
END OF FLASHBACK.
And just like that I'm back to reality with Zayn's face closer to mine and the growing urge on my lips, his eyes lock with mine which only makes me find hard to breath then his eyes are not on my eyes but on my lips like he's asking for permission, when they come back to my eyes I silently approve it. After what feels like hours his lips crash into mine and I've never felt better. I break the kiss for air and to take a look in his eyes, I don't think I'll ever get tired of them, his slightly hazel eyes, I'm getting lost in them when my phone rings.
*NEW TEXT MESSAGE*
Hey doll! It's Josh so I had to go but can you please text me Annie's number, thanks doll :)
"Who is it?" Zayn asks
"It's Josh" I timidly say, this little text just reminded me of the reason I came looking for Zayn in the first place. I look up to find Zayn's loving eyes turning into an angry shade.
"Zayn, we need to talk about this"
"What is there to talk about doll?" He says an tough edge to his voice
"I know that you had an argument with him last night" his eyes narrow and can almost hear a small hiss escaping his lips.
"Just tell me what happened" I try to say it a soothingly as I can
After a few quiet minutes he finally says "I don't know how to explain it"
ZAYN'S POV
And I seriously don't, how can I explain to her that as silly and crazy as it sounds I want her for my eyes, my lips, my touch and my love only? How can I explain it to her that in only a matter of seconds fire burned inside me when I looked at the way Josh was talking and looking at her? That I'm more insecure than ever because I fear the moment the she realizes she can do better. I just can't.
"Doll…it's just hard to express my feelings" I say desperately "and if I do I'll look like a fucking prick"
"Ok then don't tell me but do you really think is necessary for Josh to be staying in a fucking hotel?" She replies uneasy "he's your drummer, and I don't like him, if that's what worries you"
"It is, the though if you being with someone else hunts me" I finally say feeling like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders "doll that's all I can think of" I say a sound of defeat in my voice. I look at her and she's smiles at me, her face seems to be glowing and it gets me puzzled. Why is she so happy I'm a jealous guy?
"Zayn that the last thing you have to worry about" with this she pecks my lips and walks out of the room.
As she gets out I feel a sense of warmth and safeness overwhelming my body. I am certain that I don't want to lose her and if I have to, I'll give everything to get her.
After a few moments I decide I've had enough time alone and I go downstairs to find everyone bundle up in the middle of the living room a lot a noise filling the room
"What are you doing?" I almost have to scream for them to hear me. They all turn to face me, all smiles and excitement.
"What?" I ask more confused now that I've seen their faces
"We have a little surprise" Harry says trying to pull a serious face
"More like a plan brewing" Louis says with a mischievous look
"Oh god! Just tell me what are you doing?" I say frantically.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated