Hey There, Beautiful
Chapter #9
I wake up; my world full of deep greens and luscious browns. I sigh and fall back on the bed before any thoughts occur to me. When my head falls on the soft emerald pillow, though, it hits me like a three-hundred-pound truck.
Where am I?
How long have I been asleep?
And… Uh… Where am I?
No, I already asked that one. I honestly have no idea where I am. Although I have slipped in-and-out of consciousness in the last few days, I have no dirt on that. I do, however, know how long I’ve been sleeping for. Approximately. I’ve been sleeping for two days, according to Marie in my latest daydream/reality session. She was having a conversation with Belle, and she just said something along the lines of, “I don’t think being asleep for two whole…” And then I stopped paying attention. So now that I know how long I’ve been out for, where am I?
Hum, not Belle’s house. Hers is only white and purple. And definitely not Marie’s- hers is white and blue. Louis’? No, his would be more… Um… different. I’m not especially close to the others except Niall, and I have a feeling I would sooner be at Mar’s house then Niall’s, seeing as I’m Zayn’s girlfriend.
Wait, I’m Zayn’s girlfriend.
And we just went on a date, where I passed out…
Gosh I’m thick. Of course it’s his house! But then I remember something about last night. Something I said.
“I love you, Zayn.” I shiver. I love him, but he might be too frightened to deal with it. Besides, I have luggage. I don’t want to have him deal with me for the rest of his life. So, I guess I never really expected our relationship to last, even though I love him. I wonder how it will feel- walking away from someone that I love, I mean. I’ve never tried it; they’ve all walked away from me. Suddenly a loud thump wakes me from my deep though.
“Hey, you in there Jules?” A masculine voice calls, and I realize its Zayn. He knocks three times, leaving enough time for me to take deep breaths and act cool. I nod, before blushing and realizing he can’t see me.
“Um, yes.” I say shakily. I guess I really don’t have my cool together, do I? The door creaks open slowly, and with every creak my breath gets faster and faster. The door finally opens enough so that he can peek through and he shoots me a soft smile. I look at him and take in a breath- I’d forgotten how handsome he is. However, his hair isn’t brushed, which is odd. He always brushed his hair.
“So, hey.” He tells me, walking over and sitting down on my bed. I look around, trying to stall. I don’t want to do this, I think to myself. But you have to Julianna. Otherwise you’ll hurt him and weigh him down. He’s and international pop star; don’t do this. I know the other voice is right.
“Is that any way to treat your girlfriend who just passed out for two days?” I ask in a mocking tone. He looks at me sheepishly and then in confusion. “Well, get on out then, I won’t see your face until you come up with a reasonable greeting.” I turn my head in case he tries to protest.
Naturally, he doesn’t. He’s learned by now that no one messes with the Dark Lord. Except, of course, fate itself. Otherwise, you’re in for an ass whooping of the highest degree. I hear him shut the door firmly and then frown. How am I going to be able to break up with him? I love him, I bloody love him! And then I remember something that put me through hell and back in middle school.
“There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.” Ugh, I recall that quote. I had to write a whole five-paragraph essay on it in my language arts class in middle school, about an experience I’ve had with love and loss. Except I didn’t have any experiences I could use- my uncle dying, maybe, but that’s a different story, and one I wasn’t comfortable with sharing at the time. This I wouldn’t be comfy with sharing either, but it would be a good experience to write down.
Thump.
Oh, right, I was waiting for him…
“Hey there, beautiful; are you in there?” Zayn’s voice echoes in the hallway. I look around, trying to stall.
“No, I’m skydiving.”
“It’s good to know. May I enter?”
“Only if you want your heart broken.” I blurt out, before coughing loudly. I hear the door burst open and look up to find a very confused Zayn looking down at me.
“What?”
“Um… I said only if you want your truck broken.” I quickly cover up.
“I don’t have a truck.”
“Well, yeah, obviously, but if you had truck, you only had to come in here before I called my team of super-spy-ninjas to go destroy it.” His eyebrows raised, slightly amused.
“Okay. Now what is this ‘I’ve been asleep for two days,’ business you’ve been going on about?” Um, the fact that I’ve been asleep for two days? You should know!
“Well, the fact that I’ve been passed out for two days--” He shakes his head and interrupts me. What? I’m right!
“Julianna, you’ve been asleep for way more than two days. It’s been fourteen days, in fact, since our date. You’ve been sleeping for two weeks.” He clarifies, coming to plop down on my bed again. I take a deep breath and shake my head.
“But Marie said two whole--” I reply before stopping in my tracks. She hadn’t said anything about days- she’d just stated “two whole,” before I lost my interest and consciousness. My face drops and I cover my eyes with my hands. “I’m sorry I’m so messed up, Zayn.” As soon as I say those lines, I feel his hands come up and cover my own, gently removing them. Even after they leave, I keep my eyes squeezed shut.
“Julianna, you’re perfect. I don’t know why you’d think you’re messed up.” I open my eyes and look into Zayn’s.
“What?” His mouth softens into a smile.
“You’re perfect, and I love you.” My jaw drops. How can I leave him now? I always used the fact that he’s never really told me that as leverage and the fact that I have too much baggage to carry.
“I- I love you too. More than you will ever know.” I whisper, entwining our hands. I tear up at how they fit perfectly together, before I remember I’m supposed to be breaking up with him.
You know what?
Screw breaking up. I love this man to infinity and beyond; there’s no way I’m letting him go. I decide to distract myself from the jarring thought of ever breaking up with him.
“So why is your hair un-brushed, Vainy-Zaynie?” I ask him, ruffling his hair. Zayn jerks his head back while shooting me a disgusted look.
“I never thought you would betray me and ruin my hair…”
“But your hair is un-brushed.” At this point he stuffs his fingers in his ears and starts singing a very off-key “la la la.”Eventually, after a while of poking him, he drops his fingers from his ears and gives me a smile.
“Okay, my hair is un-brushed because of you.” I scoff.
“Oh, please, vainy-Zaynie. I am not important enough for you to leave your hair unruly.” He shakes his head.
“But you are. The doctors said to keep you here since you weren’t physically hurt in anyway, and then I sat in that chair over there for thirteen whole days without taking a shower. Impressive, huh? Marie was all for letting me stay there, waiting for you to wake up like a little puppy, but Belle made me shower on the grounds that I smelled terrible.” He flashes me a grin. “Apparently the odor coming off me was like a dead person after sitting out for three years. I’ve never personally experienced that, but I’ll take Belle’s word for it; I didn’t smell very nice.” I tickle his forehead and take a deep breath, smelling his light cologne.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you smell really, really, good right now.” I tell him, holding his hand tighter. He pulls me close and we lie together like that for a bit before he rolls over so he can look me in the eyes.
“Julianna Sofia Moore, will you do me the favor of being my date to the Brit awards?” I smile and nod.
“Of course, Zayn Jawaad Malik. Of course I do hope we fall out of this habit of calling each other by our full names because it’s a bit tiring.” He lets out a chuckle.
“Okay, but only if you accompany me on another date.” I sink my head into his head and smile.
“No problem.”
Big understatement.
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Hey there my beautiful readers! Sorry about the latteee update. I think chapter #10 won't be as late- but blame parents and school. I've been banned and forced to study D:
toodles, and thank you all for reading; don't forget to vote/comment!!
:D
~Mallery
P.S. I apologize for the suckiness and shortness of this chapter. I rushed this coz I didn't want you guys to be angry with me! Anywho, I'll edit it later when I have access to the computer again, sort of. Okay, bye (for real this time (; )
Where am I?
How long have I been asleep?
And… Uh… Where am I?
No, I already asked that one. I honestly have no idea where I am. Although I have slipped in-and-out of consciousness in the last few days, I have no dirt on that. I do, however, know how long I’ve been sleeping for. Approximately. I’ve been sleeping for two days, according to Marie in my latest daydream/reality session. She was having a conversation with Belle, and she just said something along the lines of, “I don’t think being asleep for two whole…” And then I stopped paying attention. So now that I know how long I’ve been out for, where am I?
Hum, not Belle’s house. Hers is only white and purple. And definitely not Marie’s- hers is white and blue. Louis’? No, his would be more… Um… different. I’m not especially close to the others except Niall, and I have a feeling I would sooner be at Mar’s house then Niall’s, seeing as I’m Zayn’s girlfriend.
Wait, I’m Zayn’s girlfriend.
And we just went on a date, where I passed out…
Gosh I’m thick. Of course it’s his house! But then I remember something about last night. Something I said.
“I love you, Zayn.” I shiver. I love him, but he might be too frightened to deal with it. Besides, I have luggage. I don’t want to have him deal with me for the rest of his life. So, I guess I never really expected our relationship to last, even though I love him. I wonder how it will feel- walking away from someone that I love, I mean. I’ve never tried it; they’ve all walked away from me. Suddenly a loud thump wakes me from my deep though.
“Hey, you in there Jules?” A masculine voice calls, and I realize its Zayn. He knocks three times, leaving enough time for me to take deep breaths and act cool. I nod, before blushing and realizing he can’t see me.
“Um, yes.” I say shakily. I guess I really don’t have my cool together, do I? The door creaks open slowly, and with every creak my breath gets faster and faster. The door finally opens enough so that he can peek through and he shoots me a soft smile. I look at him and take in a breath- I’d forgotten how handsome he is. However, his hair isn’t brushed, which is odd. He always brushed his hair.
“So, hey.” He tells me, walking over and sitting down on my bed. I look around, trying to stall. I don’t want to do this, I think to myself. But you have to Julianna. Otherwise you’ll hurt him and weigh him down. He’s and international pop star; don’t do this. I know the other voice is right.
“Is that any way to treat your girlfriend who just passed out for two days?” I ask in a mocking tone. He looks at me sheepishly and then in confusion. “Well, get on out then, I won’t see your face until you come up with a reasonable greeting.” I turn my head in case he tries to protest.
Naturally, he doesn’t. He’s learned by now that no one messes with the Dark Lord. Except, of course, fate itself. Otherwise, you’re in for an ass whooping of the highest degree. I hear him shut the door firmly and then frown. How am I going to be able to break up with him? I love him, I bloody love him! And then I remember something that put me through hell and back in middle school.
“There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.” Ugh, I recall that quote. I had to write a whole five-paragraph essay on it in my language arts class in middle school, about an experience I’ve had with love and loss. Except I didn’t have any experiences I could use- my uncle dying, maybe, but that’s a different story, and one I wasn’t comfortable with sharing at the time. This I wouldn’t be comfy with sharing either, but it would be a good experience to write down.
Thump.
Oh, right, I was waiting for him…
“Hey there, beautiful; are you in there?” Zayn’s voice echoes in the hallway. I look around, trying to stall.
“No, I’m skydiving.”
“It’s good to know. May I enter?”
“Only if you want your heart broken.” I blurt out, before coughing loudly. I hear the door burst open and look up to find a very confused Zayn looking down at me.
“What?”
“Um… I said only if you want your truck broken.” I quickly cover up.
“I don’t have a truck.”
“Well, yeah, obviously, but if you had truck, you only had to come in here before I called my team of super-spy-ninjas to go destroy it.” His eyebrows raised, slightly amused.
“Okay. Now what is this ‘I’ve been asleep for two days,’ business you’ve been going on about?” Um, the fact that I’ve been asleep for two days? You should know!
“Well, the fact that I’ve been passed out for two days--” He shakes his head and interrupts me. What? I’m right!
“Julianna, you’ve been asleep for way more than two days. It’s been fourteen days, in fact, since our date. You’ve been sleeping for two weeks.” He clarifies, coming to plop down on my bed again. I take a deep breath and shake my head.
“But Marie said two whole--” I reply before stopping in my tracks. She hadn’t said anything about days- she’d just stated “two whole,” before I lost my interest and consciousness. My face drops and I cover my eyes with my hands. “I’m sorry I’m so messed up, Zayn.” As soon as I say those lines, I feel his hands come up and cover my own, gently removing them. Even after they leave, I keep my eyes squeezed shut.
“Julianna, you’re perfect. I don’t know why you’d think you’re messed up.” I open my eyes and look into Zayn’s.
“What?” His mouth softens into a smile.
“You’re perfect, and I love you.” My jaw drops. How can I leave him now? I always used the fact that he’s never really told me that as leverage and the fact that I have too much baggage to carry.
“I- I love you too. More than you will ever know.” I whisper, entwining our hands. I tear up at how they fit perfectly together, before I remember I’m supposed to be breaking up with him.
You know what?
Screw breaking up. I love this man to infinity and beyond; there’s no way I’m letting him go. I decide to distract myself from the jarring thought of ever breaking up with him.
“So why is your hair un-brushed, Vainy-Zaynie?” I ask him, ruffling his hair. Zayn jerks his head back while shooting me a disgusted look.
“I never thought you would betray me and ruin my hair…”
“But your hair is un-brushed.” At this point he stuffs his fingers in his ears and starts singing a very off-key “la la la.”Eventually, after a while of poking him, he drops his fingers from his ears and gives me a smile.
“Okay, my hair is un-brushed because of you.” I scoff.
“Oh, please, vainy-Zaynie. I am not important enough for you to leave your hair unruly.” He shakes his head.
“But you are. The doctors said to keep you here since you weren’t physically hurt in anyway, and then I sat in that chair over there for thirteen whole days without taking a shower. Impressive, huh? Marie was all for letting me stay there, waiting for you to wake up like a little puppy, but Belle made me shower on the grounds that I smelled terrible.” He flashes me a grin. “Apparently the odor coming off me was like a dead person after sitting out for three years. I’ve never personally experienced that, but I’ll take Belle’s word for it; I didn’t smell very nice.” I tickle his forehead and take a deep breath, smelling his light cologne.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you smell really, really, good right now.” I tell him, holding his hand tighter. He pulls me close and we lie together like that for a bit before he rolls over so he can look me in the eyes.
“Julianna Sofia Moore, will you do me the favor of being my date to the Brit awards?” I smile and nod.
“Of course, Zayn Jawaad Malik. Of course I do hope we fall out of this habit of calling each other by our full names because it’s a bit tiring.” He lets out a chuckle.
“Okay, but only if you accompany me on another date.” I sink my head into his head and smile.
“No problem.”
Big understatement.
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Hey there my beautiful readers! Sorry about the latteee update. I think chapter #10 won't be as late- but blame parents and school. I've been banned and forced to study D:
toodles, and thank you all for reading; don't forget to vote/comment!!
:D
~Mallery
P.S. I apologize for the suckiness and shortness of this chapter. I rushed this coz I didn't want you guys to be angry with me! Anywho, I'll edit it later when I have access to the computer again, sort of. Okay, bye (for real this time (; )
Notes
Hi guys! Please excuse me for any typos in my work in the past or in the future... I'm typically very good with my grammar but my spelling skills are... well... I prefer not to talk about them. So I apologise if somethings not spelled correctly!!~Mallery
Awesome story! <3
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