Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


24. Cakes

Emily's P.O.V:


I didn't know why I had kissed Zayn back, so I was unable to answer her question. 

But yet I knew why I hadn't pushed him away when he first had kissed me. And I had known that since I met him, back when I was sixteen. He had something about him, that I had craved from day one.

And the electricity that was running through os when we touched, yes, it was still there. I didn't know if it was faith that he had walked into my life all over again, and since I didn't know, I didn't know what to do. 

Zayn was clearly the kind of boy my dad told me to stay away from, not cause he would hurt me, but because it wouldn't last, and well maybe... cause he would hurt me. My dad was usually right, and he never really told me who to date, he was the perfect kind of dad. He wanted me the best, but accepted mostly every guy I dated. 

But... My family loved James, even though they weren't happy for me getting married in such a young age, they meant that I had to live my life, before I settled down, and I used to agree with them. So whatever had changed my mind, was probably burning bigger than the things I felt when being with Zayn. 

"Clara?" I asked out of nowhere, and turned to look at her. 

"Yes?" She said. 

"Shouldn't we bake cookies, I could really use some..." I smiled slightly at her, and she just shook her head while laughing at me. 

"I'll take that for an answer," I smiled, and stood up. 


Zayn's P.O.V:


The sun was shining through the clouds on the sky, and the wind was blowing. It was getting colder and colder week by week, and you noticed.

I just wondered when the leaves would turn orange. My eyes wandered around to the trees in the middle of the street, and none of their leaves were orange.

Maybe it wasn't fully autumn.

I walked with my hands in my pockets, only wearing a pair of long black jeans and a white t-shirt.

I stopped by a little nice coffee shop, where I decided to go in and get something to drink.

When I stopped in, the smell of cakes, hot chocolate, tea and coffee overwhelmed me. The place was quite girly, probably a place that Emily would go to. Just for fun, I decided to ask them if they knew her... 

The desk was white, and long, filled with windows where you could see the cakes. Even then my mouth watered. 

There were some white chairs, like my zebra ones back home, those were just flowery and now made of fur. The small tables where dark brown, and in the middle of them some low candles and some flowers stood. 

"Excuse me sir, may I help you?" A girl behind the desk asked, and I just smiled at her. 

"Well... Yes,"

I walked up to the desk. 

"First of all, is there a girl called Emily coming here often?" I just gave it a try. 

"Emily? The one living in the big house, with her fiancé?"

"That seems right,"

"Well, yes... Then she does, mostly every weekend,"

I just smiled at the girl behind the desk.

"Well okay, what does she usually order?"

"Oh, a chai latte, and sometimes she orders a cookie or a piece of brownie, but only every now and than," She girl looked shy in some way, and I couldn't tell if it was because she recognised me, or because I was asking like that, when it came to an engaged girl.

"So, let me try a chai latte, but I'd rather have a strawberry pie."

"Oh, sure! Just take a seat, and I'll come with it." 


I placed myself by the window, where I had a view over everyone who was walking outside. It was so different from London, the people here were more alike. I didn't really see many teens, and except from the small kids, I bet that Emily was the youngest of the women in this small town. 



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