You're mine, forever

Elizabeth didn't really love the way her life turned out when her father passed away from cancer. Her mother wasn't very happy of the death after. Elizabeth had grown up, and become the woman she wanted to be, but her mother always hated.
Elizabeth was done with boys after her break up with her boyfriend Joey. He wasn't the best person to be with. He would always forget things, even her birthday.
But what will happen when she meets the new guy next door? Will she be single all her life, or will she be his... forever

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8. Breakfast

Oh, the smell of toast and eggs. My favorite smell in the morning. I slowly get up from bed. I rub my eyes and put my glasses. Waking up in the morning for me is a mission.

 

I walk into my bathroom and wash my face. The feeling of cooling water onto my skin is pure paradise. Moisturizing is key. You don’t want dry skin. Taking about dry, my lips are horrendous. Quickly moisturizing them, I slip my glasses and head down the hallway.

 

“Finally up?” said a husky voice.

 

“I’m a bit tired. Give me food,” I said while sitting down on my new island chair.

 

“Gosh, no need to be rude. My feeling are hurt,” Zayn said while putting his hand on his chest, squeaking his voice trying to sound like a girl.

 

He handed a plate of toast, eggs, and my favorite, a small of fruits. I stuffed my face. It was too good.

 

“Have some room for juice, little fatty,” I scuffed at his remark. I was just hungry.

 

“I’m going somewhere and you can’t come,” I said. “It’ll be bad if you show up.”

 

Zayn’s face turned from all smiley to curious. He nodded and let me leave it at that. Zayn soon left after that.

 

I opened my closet to see what was there. You know when someone has a FULL closet of clothes and says she or he has nothing to wear? Yeah, I literally had NOTHING to wear. I’m not wearing a dirty shirt with stains that’ll take forever to take off.

 

“ZAYN? CAN I BORROW ONE OF YOUR T-SHIRTS OR SOMETHING?” I yelled while banging the wall. I’ll just scrounge up some money later for some new clothes.

 

I heard the apartment door open and close. Time to defend myself. I walk into the hallway slowly with a can of hairspray. I open the lid and wait to spray.

 

“Boo,” I heard someone whisper over my shoulder.

 

A scream escaped from my lips and I turned around to spray whoever it was trying to scare me.

 

“MY EYES,” I heard Zayn scream. Opps.

 

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I CAME TO GIVE YOU A SHIRT. MY BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL EYES,” He screamed… again.

“I was trying to defend myself,” I said boldly.

 

“Well you should LEARN not blind an innocent guy,” He said while rubbing his eyes.

 

Quickly snatching the shirt, I ran to my room and put it on. Ooh, a Guns & Roses t-shirt. Rolling up the sleeves, I picked my light blue jeans off the floor. I opened my hair from its braid and put my front hairs behind my ears. It’s as perfect as it can get. I take VERY good care of my skin so it’s clear enough with no makeup.

 

“You look good,” Zayn said as he noticed me wearing his shirt.

 

“I know. No need to rub it in,” I said while flipping my hair. “I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit!”

 

Locking the apartment, I made my way to the stairs. Better than taking the elevator. I quickly get into a cab and give him the address.  

 

Reaching my destination, I give my cash and get out of the car. I quickly look around to make sure no one was there. Coast was clear. I close the door and make sure the cab is gone. Time for business.

 

END OF THIS CHAPTER! So sorry I haven’t updated in a year… literally. I promise to write as much as I can so I could get this done and start another story. Thanks for waiting if you even noticed I was gone..

Hope you enjoyed and please comment. I’d like to know what you guys think because it motivates me to write! OH, and can you guys make me a better banner for this, lol. The one right now sucks and I'll credit you for it, promise. Email it if you made one at farahnazfatah@gmail.com. PLEASE HELP ME BECAUSE I'M SUPER BAD WITH EDITING. Thanks! 

Much love, Farah x

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