he's gone

Imagine waking up everyday and realising that he was gone or that she isn't here anymore. You miss the one that was always by your side. The one you have lost. Maybe you'll find your missing piece but what will happen if you never see him / her again?

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7. "Oh, no!" - "Oh, yes!"

I went my fingers through his short hair and kissed him softly. His hands were on my back and I could feel how they slowly went up and down on my body. I could then hear the door open.

 

"Oh my god!" a voice said.

 

I pushed Zayn away and could see my mother standing in the doorway. That was embarrassing! "Cassie, ehm.." - "Yes mum?" I tried to make myself sound innocent and looked into her eyes. "It's just ... I have to go to work now. Don't forget that you promised me that you will finish painting the garage. Food's in the kitchen. And love" she looked at me insistently "don't make some nonsense!" With that she left the room and I could hear how she made her way downstairs.

 

Zayn had to laugh immediately. "Oh my goodness!" he yelled and now I had to laugh too. "Idiot!" "What?"  He looked at me like a puppy what made me laugh even more. "That was so damn embarrassing! Now she probably thinks that we were about to have..." My voice trailed off and I looked at him. "To have what? Some dirty sex!" He laughed again and jumped on me. "Maybe." I said and he started kissing me hard. "Then we will not let her down!" He kissed me again and tried to keep a straight face, but it didn't worked and he laughed again. "Sucker." I said while pushing him away and smiling at him. "Let's paint the garage."

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We arrived in the garage, where many different paint buckets stood on the ground, and we both took a paintbrush. "In what color should we paint it?" Zayn asked, looking down at the different colors. "We can pick by ourselves." I grinned and leaned down to open a green paint bucket. I had nearly opened it when Zayn said, "Hey, who has said that I want green?" I looked at him, and I raised an eyebrow. "Honey, this is my garage." I winked at him, ignoring his indignant wheeze.

 

But suddenly I felt something cold and wet hit my back. I touched my back and then looked at my fingertips. Blue, his favorite color. I turned around slightly and saw him standing a little away from me. He looked at me innocently, holding a brush with blue paint on it in his hand. In addition to his feet stood an open blue paint bucket. "Zayn Jawaad Malik!" I yelled, as he began to smile. "Revenge!" I dipped my brush in the green color next to me, jumped up and squirt it in his direction. Immediately his white shirt got green from some splash and I looked at him satisfied. "Really?" He opened a new color and discard me. I did the same with him. A few minutes passed and the paint was still flying through the air.

 

We both started to laugh and just as I was abou to squirt him again with green, I realized that the bucket was empty. I watched him. He stood next to me and smiled broadly. In his hand he had a bucket of purple paint and it was still full to the brim. I looked back into his eyes and knew immediately what he was thinking.

 

"Oh, no!" He grinned and nodded. "Oh yes!"

 

The stupid thing in a garage is that when the gate is closed, you can not escape.

I turned around and ran to the gate anyway. My fingers were already on the handle and I was about to open it, when I felt how cold color ran down my neck.

 

"Okay, okay!" I turned around. "Is there anything I can do to make you stop?" I looked at him and he took down the color. "Mh ... I want a kiss!" I shrugged. "Okay."

 

But that wasn't everything. "Annnd ... a date! I know we are already together, but until now we did not have a real date." I looked at him and laughed. "Okay, but give the color to me." He smirked and gave the color to me. "That was a mistake, darling." I took the bucket as fast as I could and tipped it over his head, then I dropped it and quickly took his face in my hands, to kiss him.

 

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hello noddles! (; haha, again sorry for the mistakes. <: Tell me what I can do better & comment & like. 

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