You're My Light

When Zayn stumbles upon a girl who has many secrets and cuts herself he decides to take her in. She doesn't trust him at first and is quick to try to escape. But he keeps her firmly trying to protect from herself. As she realizes she can overcome the hurt, the two fall for each other. Then a horrible event occurs, but the boys don't see it as too tragic. Will her secrets all be revealed? Only Zayn can bring the light back to her darkness and vanquish the evils that haunt her.


41. Dinner

Charlotte POV

 I felt it weird that I was trusting Zayn so much even if I had trusted him with my life just a week ago. 

"We're going to take care of this," He says, squeezing me tightly for a second before letting go and gently nudging me away from the bed. I look back at him and he nods. He leaves the room.

I get dressed in skinny jeans and a dark grey camisole. I slip on my Osiris' and then walk back down the stairs. "I want to go out," I say. 

"Well perfect because that's where we're going," Zayn replies right after he hangs up the phone. I narrow my eyes at him. 

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Well first, we're going to the park to have a picnic. Then we're going to see a film and after that we are going out to dinner at Le Cuisine de France." He smiles.

"There's no way that we are going to Le Cuisine de France," I say. He nods. "Well I can't wear this!" I exclaim.

"If you're really upset then we can come back and change, but you look beautiful either way," He responds. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"This totally never happened like a week ago," I tell him. I slip on the leather jacket that's on the coat rack that is my size while Zayn slips on his. 

I walk to the coffee table in the living room and slip on silver bangles on my wrists just in case. I feel arms around my waist and flinch slightly, startled by the touch. "Ready?" He asks. I nod, instantly relaxing, knowing that it's just Zayn. 

He takes my hand in his and I feel the now familiar warmth where our skin meets. It's no longer a burning flame as long as I try not to completely focus on remembering too much. 

We head to the park and Zayn has a giant picnic basket. "How are we supposed to eat all of this food and then go to Le Cuisine de France?" I ask him.

"We have time in between," He says laying out the blanket on the grass. 

The picnic is nice and sweet. We lay on the blanket and look up at the sky, chatting about nonsense stuff. When it ends, we head back to Zayn's flat, but I refuse to go to Le Cuisine de France. "No," I say, plopping down on the couch. "We aren't going," My voice is muffled through the pillows. 

"Come on, luv. I told you it's really no big deal," He replies, sitting next to me. 

"Let's just stay here and watch movies," I respond, turning my head to the side.

"What's wrong with the restaurant?" He asks gently.

"Come on don't tell me that you don't want to lay in bed with blankets and popcorn, cuddling while watching The Notebook? Fine, I'll go alone," I say getting up.

He sighs. Together, we head upstairs and lay down in his bed. We watch The Notebook together, throwing popcorn at each other during the process. At the end of the movie, I sob in his arms, and he comforts me. "It's so much easier to cry over something that isn't personal." I say, wiping my tears when it's over. 

He agrees and hugs me closer to him. "Okay so here's what's going to happen," He begins once we are back to normal. "You are going to stay up here until I call you down okay? And I'm going to make us dinner," He says. 

"Okay, fair enough," I laugh.

"And if any...bad thoughts come than just come see me okay?" He asks. I nod, knowing that those thoughts have been in the back of my head, but trying not to focus on them. 

"Maybe you should call Eleanor over," I say quietly. He looks at me and debates something before nodding. 

"Will do," He replies. 

He heads downstairs and soon Eleanor comes over. I change into a semi-formal dress and Eleanor pins my hair up into a cute bun with some pieces hanging out. I add some liner and a touch of gloss, but I don't bother putting on any shoes because we're just staying here anyways. "Okay! Dinner is ready!" Zayn calls from downstairs.

"I'll see you later," I tell Eleanor, giving her a hug goodbye. She descends the stairs first and I wait for the door to close behind her before I begin to head downstairs. 

Zayn is waiting at the bottom and boy do his eyes pop when he sees me. He's in a black button down shirt with khaki pants and a grey tie. "You look gorgeous," He stutters out.

"Thank you," I smile as we make our way to the dining room. The normal giant table has been pushed to the side and in the middle of the room there is a small square table with two chairs. Around the room there are candles lit and there is a rose in the middle of the table. 

"Oh, Zayn," I say. He takes my hand and leads me to the table. He pulls the chair out for me and once I sit he pushes it back in - I'm definitely kissing him tonight, I think as butterflies continuously erupt in my stomach. 

Charlotte's hair and dress :

"He leaned in then and kissed me again, sweet and soft and tender, silencing my arguments and stealing my breath, making me wonder how one simple gesture could be so tragically lovely,"

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