Fall Into the Stars

Zayn loved Emma. Emma loved Zayn. Their relationship wasn't perfect. They weren't like average couples, since they were always away from each other. Emma didn't like her life, herself, all she cared about was Zayn. Zayn wasn't exactly up for that, with him being away on tour all the time. He didn't think 'long distance', so say, would work out for them. When he leaves, she's driven to complete extremes.


4. Together

The dark curtains blocked the morning sun from creeping into the cool room. It was noon, and Emma's eyes just started to flutter open. She looked to her right, and Zayn was gone like he always is when she wakes up. She sighed and laid back down on the bed, stretching her long and sore limbs out. She groaned and got up, pulling herself out of bed and opened the curtains. Blinding light swam into the room, and Emma had to blink a few times before she could finally see clearly.  

She shuffled into the bathroom, and turned the hot water on in the shower. Emma glanced at herself in the mirror, her straight blonde hair a knotty mess, and her blue eyes dull. The steam from the shower fogged the mirror, and all she saw was her eyes. They looked creepy in the mirror since her face was not visible. With her closed hand she wiped away a circle so her features became clear. She sighed and got into the shower.

Her hair was now clean from the thick shampoo and conditioner she had just applied smelling of oranges. Washing away the worries of last night, she ran her hands over her skin, applying the thick rose scented soap that she loved the most. She rinsed herself, the white bubbles disappearing down the drain, and turned the shower off.

Pulling the tan cashmere towel from her side of the rack over her bare body, she walked into the bedroom and sat on the window seat, leaning against the wall that made it's shape. The sun warmed her skin, evaporating the drops of water. The deep evergreen trees that framed their flat were tall and lush, blocking wandering eyes from breaking into the privacy of their home. Emma sat their and sulked. Zayn was never home, never. Only after a late night at work after he'd been smoking and maybe had a few glasses of alcohol. 

She hated when he came home reeking of the smoke and alcohol. She hated when he came home, too tired to speak to her and went straight to bed. But most of all, she hated that with every day, every night,  every breath, every heart beat, every blink of her eye, she loved him more. She hated that she could never be strong enough to live without him for a day. Don't get her wrong, she loved Zayn and always would. But she wanted to be able to live on her own, too. 

She pulled herself off the bench and journeyed into the closet, picking out a comfortable outfit that she could be lazy in all day.(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=60978542). Deciding on a cozy sweater and leggings, she walked down the stairs her feet hitting the dark mahogany floors with loud thumps. A crash in the kitchen caused her to stop, her heart beat faster and her limbs go weak. 

"Shit," a rough voice said from the kitchen and Emma heard shuffling and a drawer open and close. Confused that the mysterious person knew their way around the kitchen, she walked down the stairs and saw Zayn, on the floor collecting pieces of a broken plate. Emma smiled happily that he was here, but she didn't know why. He was always working.

"Zayn? You're here! Why?.." He ran over to her and hugged her, kissing her cheek. 

"I needed a day off, love. I was to stressed and I wasn't feeling too hot this morning." Zayn looked at her, searching her eyes for who knows what. Emma smiled and nodded, pecking his lips and scooted past him into the kitchen.

"So, you broke one of my plates?" Emma shot Zayn a disapproving glance and he looked away guiltily. She gently picked up the pieces he had missed, running her hand over the now broken but smooth porcelain plate that used to line the cabinets above the refrigerator. She dropped them into the trash can, and washed her hands. 

"We can always buy another," Zayn murmured, but Emma ignored it. Her grandmother had always been the closet to Emma, the most loving too. She died soon after Emma's mother died, probably from a broken heart but nobody would ever really know why. Her grandmother had left Emma and her sister everything, but Emma's sister took all of it. Emma was left with the plates and silverware, which she didn't mind. As long as she had something.

Zayn sighed in the attempt and walked over to the stove, where he had prepared Emma a delicious breakfast. Jam and scones were her favorite, and he knew just how to make them so that her mouth watered. Zayn picked up the plateful and place them in front of Emma, the baked goods making her loose focus on Zayn.

"Did you make these for me?" She asked, picking up a warm pastry and biting into the filled goodness. She moaned in joy, as she took another bite.

"Of course, love. You haven't been eating much, yeah?" She averted her eyes from Zayn, embarrassed by the fact that he knew. Emma only would eat when Zayn was with her, she felt more at home that way.

"I, I have.." Emma whispered and Zayn nodded his head disapprovingly, angry at himself for putting her through this.

"You're as thin as a stick, Emma." He ran his hands up and down her sides, connecting his thumbs in the front to prove his point. Emma looked down and sighed in defeat.

"You're right. How about I eat this whole plate only if we can do something together today?" She smiled into his eyes, the darkness of them making her melt. He blinked, not even taking a second to think and nodded his head. Anything for her to eat something. 

She took another pastry from the plate, gobbling it up in at least ten short seconds. He laughed at her, how hungry she was, splotches of strawberry jam covering her pale pink lips. He kissed her softly, the taste of jam running into his mouth and she giggled, realizing she had made a mess. A blush rose on her cheeks as she took a paper towel and wiped it off.

"So what shall we do today, since you're in the process of finishing this whole plate of scones.." She laughed and so did he. She looked away for a minute, out the window that framed their kitchen. A minute later her blue eyes lit up and she smiled widely.

"Let's go to the fair." Zayn looked at her strangely, since Emma was afraid of mostly all roller coasters and heights. 

"Uh, Em. Are you sure?" She nodded happily, pulling away from his grip and walking up the steep hallway of stairs. He shrugged, and followed in her trail the faint scent of sweet candy left behind. Emma walked into their closet, deciding what to wear on a brisk and chilly day like so. Deciding it was a sweatshirt kind of day, she pulled her warm Taco Bell sweatshirt off the hanger and pulled it over her  body. Paired with black jeans and boots, it was perfect to keep Emma heated. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=61081432). Zayn had on the usual, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with his leather jacket drapping over his shoulders. Emma smiled at Zayn, who saw the excitement and anxiousness in her clear blue eyes. Zayn couldn't resist opening his mouth, it's like every nerve of his was connected to her. He closed it shortly from embarrassment, his pink lips placed together. 

"Are we ready?" Emma took Zayn's hand in hers, the cool and hotness of their skin together gave both of them goosebumps. Zayn opened the front door and extended a long hand in front of him gesturing to the empty space outside of the flat. 

"As ready as I'll ever be."


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