Rescued By Your Love

// This is a part of my life that I will never be able to forget. Even now, as I close my eyes and inhale the deep scent of chocolate orange cocoa, the snowflakes compressing on the window ledge, a thick woolly blanket wrapped around my shoulders and the radiator reflecting the heat of my heart, even the vestige of a kiss on my lips. Lips that I could never imagine would kiss mine. His lips. This is how he rescued me. Rescued me from my flaws and hurt ~ from an eating disorder. // ~ Marie McBeanie


25. His Place

"It was a nice surprise to see you in," I stated quietly as we began to walk through the reception. "I was told that you were taking the day off," I continued. Zayn smiled down at me "I thought I'd come in quickly to see you, actually" He grinned at my surprised face and offered to hold the door open for me. My cheeks warmed slightly. "To see me?" I repeated softly. "Yes", he continued " I'd thought I'd ask you how you're finding everything lately. I know that modelling can seem a little overbearing at times." he explained. 

It was a gentle statement but I had already inferred that he had been informed of my purging issue. I sighed almost inaudibly before replying. "It's been amazing for far thank you" I started softly "Working on a 1 to 1 basis has been very rewarding. I feel much more comfortable about everything". And it was true, regardless of the incident. I smiled just at the thought of this afternoons perfect shoot.

I looked over to him and caught him taking in every detail in my features. Automatically looking down, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and drew Harry's coat further up my shoulders. I could see him smirk from the corner of my eye. "But you miss photography itself" he asked infallibly. "Of course!" I answered more swiftly than I planned to. I cleared my throat quietly. "I always will," I looked into his dark brown eyes "photography was my first love" I confirmed. 

As we stepped outside, the cool air whipped around my neck. I shuddered, drawing Harry's coat closer to me once more. "You don't mind helping me today would you? I hope you didn't need to do anything" he inquired. "Oh no no" I assured him, waving him off. "I'm glad to help you" I said. It was actually quite nice to be away from things for a couple of hours. As we approached the car, Zayn unlocked the door from a far off, and approached the passenger side, opening it for me. "Thank you" I whispered. 

My nostrils were encompassed by the sweet and cosy smell of Zayn over me. It relaxed me and I sat comfortably in the seat. As Zayn slipped into his car, and turned on the ignition, I asked where we would go, just to confirm. "You're coming home with me, love" he said cooly. My body encompassing itself in shivers. 

As we arrived at Zayn's home, I tried to keep calm about how large and beautiful his house was. Entering the front door, Zayn offered to help me take off my coat. Obliging, he spread his large hands down my shoulders, pulling softly at the material. Millimeters away from my neck, he breathed along it, causing my hair to stand on edge on my neck. "I like your kimono" he whispered as my coat was fully in his hands. I let out a shaky sigh before replying "Thank you". 

We got straight to work with Zayn sorting through small piles of imaging and choosing out our personal favourites that should represent our company in the new art gallery section. I was so startled to see my face within his pile of images. "Is that me?" I asked bewildered. I had only started in the company recently and it would be so soon before I was seen among a mass audience. The idea of it made me shiver. Zayn simply shrugged. "You look so beautiful and the dark tones in the background show such perfect contrast between the light colour of your chiffon shirt. You and Styles did well." I beamed at the compliment and couldn't help myself smiling for a few moments. 

The afternoon strolled tirelessly into the evening and I let myself relax, curling my legs up in a ball in the sofa whilst I worked through the finalities of this week's magazine and images to go up into the gallery. As I did this, I thought of the large canvas Zayn had of Skylar and I. "How long has that picture been up in your room of inspiration?" I let out curiously. I hoped that he would be okay with me asking so randomly. 

To my relief he smiled. "Quite some time actually. I had always kept it in my draw, meaning to mail it back to you but I always forgot." His smile faded and he looked into my eyes. Taking off the glasses he picked up to use occasionally, he said. "I am really sorry that I cut you off like that. I was going through a difficult time so I cut social media out of my life for a while..." he explained sighing. I nodded in acknowledgment. "You don't have to apologise. I understand that perfectly." I was trying to be understanding but, in all honesty, I don't know if even my struggles with Ana would make me cut anyone off. He gave a small smile of gratitude and continued.

"One day I found it after a long while and, I don't know what it was, it just made me smile. I loved so much about it and it made me want to do portraiture again. I loved how photography could bring people together and I needed something to remind me that I could keep going and that everything would be okay again because I could focus on the beautiful things" he said slowly. A grin crawled over my features. 

 The remainder of that night, however, did not turn out much like I had expected. 

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