Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


66. Burning red like Christmas lights


It was a weird feeling to be with Zayn in the airport, and knowing that I was going with him. I mean, we had never travelled together before, and then again... Why would we? 
But when I was in Starbucks sitting in front of him, inside of the airport, it all came crashing down on me. And I realized how nice it actually felt, like it somehow was supposed to be this way. "I'm a bit nervous about meeting your dad," Zayn said, and took a sip of his latte. I could tell that he was serious, cause no cheeky smile was playing on his lips. "Don't be, seriously..." I held my hands around my cup of chai latte, since they still were cold from being outside. "But what if your family hates me..." He sounded like I would've sounded, but I didn't comment on it. His sudden weakness didn't bother me, I actually found it quite cute. "They don't. And why would they, it's not like I'm pregnant with your child, and we're getting married," I smiled, and moved the cup of chai up to my lips, but I kept both hands on it. 
The sleeves on my tight grey shirt was pulled down over my hands, and hid most of them, except from my fingers. Zayn laughed a little, "Well, I guess you're right...". I tried to ignore the fact that when he laughed, his eyes didn't laugh with him. Like he wasn't really sure what to do. But it was probably just me. "It'll be nice to come home," I sighed, and took a sip of the hot drink. "I bet." Zayn didn't say more than that, and the conversation was dead, not that it turned awkward, no way. Nothing really seemed awkward between us anymore, so this silence was just nice and relaxing. 
I leaned back in my seat, and breathed deeply in through my nose. I was watching Zayn, as he was looking around at the shops, and other small café's. I had realized how beautiful he was before, but everytime I looked it him closely, it came as a shock. Everytime. It was like he grew more beautiful every day that passed, which I never would've believed was possible. He was beyond perfection. Not only in his looks, also his way of being. His personality, his existence. He really put a different light into my life. More like a fire, burning wild and warming ever fibre in my body up. 
His eyes met my eyes, and a lovely smile appeared on his lips. "I couldn't be any luckier, could I?" He asked, and leaned a bit over the table, to get closer to me. I giggled and felt the blood run up in my cheeks, coloring them in an embarrassing rosa color. "I bet not," he answered his own question, and my smile turned bigger. So did his. "Neither could I be more lucky," I mumbled back, and he chuckled a little. He reached his hand out for my hand, and I leaned over the table as well, and put my hand in his. Our faces were not far away from each other. It was such a wonderful feeling. The butterflies that went crazy inside of me, and the electricity from his touch. 

I decided that I wouldn't doubt, or be afraid about if what I did was right, because I had his love this Christmas, and that was all I could ask for. It was more than I ever had imagined having. This Christmas would be better than the ones before, but only because that I would be with him. The best present was sitting in front of me, and I was not going to ask for more. I was thanking everything and everyone for letting me spend those very specials days with him. 


Zayn's P.O.V:


Her eyes seemed so deep, and had a warming and lovely brown color. I felt like I was being dragged into her eyes, into her universe of thoughts. Her eyes said it all, the look in them was enough. She was not letting go, not without a fight. She was holding on, just as tightly as I was. Cause this Christmas was ours. And not even a snow storm could come between that. 
I hadn't felt this powerful in ages, like when I sat there with her I felt invincible. Nothing could put me down, cause at that moment was on top of the world, and she was right beside me. 


The only gift that I really need is to have your arms wrapped around me.




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