Protector

Zayn's POV

I looked at Destiny as she told her story about that night, I knew that I was the one who saw her all along. I just wanted her to find that out herself. She's so strong, but I think all the sadness got to her after having it bottled up inside her for so long.

"I was laying there crying for at least a half an hour, until I heard someone walking passed, I got there attention by yelling 'help' but it was more like a weak talking voice to me. But they found me and they gave me my clothes back and where really kind. They helped me get up but they left after that. I never got to thank them..." She finished, trailing off on the last couple words.

I started at me with hurt eyes, looked back at me and looked back down making her hair fall I her face again, I loved it, it was cute.

"So did she say anything else?" I asked and she up at me.

"It wasn't a 'she'...it was a 'he'" she said lowering her voice. "But yeah he said he would never let anything happen to me again....he didn't even know me why would he say that?" She asked looking up at me again.

I looked in her eyes, "Did you see his face?" I questioned her and she thought for a while and then started to speak again.

"Yeah, he ugh, had black hair and brown eyes, he was smoking a cigaret and his jaw line was incredible but that's all I sa-" but she stopped after that. Then it hit her. She looked up at me, looked into my eyes and saw the man who helped her that night.

"It was you." She said but it sounded more like she was asking if it was me or not.

I just looked at her into eyes as she looked into mine. I said nothing, all I did was nod my head to let her know that her assumption was correct.

She looked at me, as if admiring me. She had so many questions swimming though her head I could tell.

"I meant it you know.." I said before even thinking about what I was going to say next. So I paused and then continued,

"What I said that night," I again paused and looked deep into her crystal eyes that shined like the starts in the night sky, "That's why I let you join the gym so I could keep an eye on you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you Destiny. Never again."

I had finished my rant and I was still looking into her eyes, then her cute nose then her lips.
I started to lean in, not even realizing what I was going, until her soft lips touch mine. In an instant I got a feeling of pleasure from her touch and her skin having contact with mine. As our lips moved in sync the feeling became stronger, and I put a hand on her cheek and the other in the crook of her neck.

She pulled me closer to her, clinging onto my shirt and pulling on it so I would follow her body as she leaned back, so I was on top of her, and she was on the ground on her back. I glided my tongue a crossed her bottom lip.

She allowed me to enter. I push into her mouth, she did nothing to battle me for dominates and I didn't have any problem with it. I pulled back, panting, from loss of breath, Destiny was doing the same.

She started at me blushing and smiling. I pulled one of her hairs out of her face and I smiled at her.

"How bout we do your work out tomorrow. So You cans how off to everyone what you can do." I said and she smiled.

"So what did I get on that machine?" She asked looking up at me, with her arms around my neck.

"43 pounds." I smiled down at her.

"Holy shit..." She said no knowing it would be that much. I nodded and she smiled. I leaned again wanting the feel of her lips on mine again. She giggled and smiled into the kiss.

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Destiny's POV

I stood in my room for what seemed like an eternity. My duffle bag still laying on my shoulder coming down to my upper thigh. my phone in my hands and I was looking at my wall.

Today was nothing like I had expected it to be, nothing at all. I thought for sure I was going to be punching a bag attached to the ceiling, but no. I ended up passing out, telling someone I barely knew my darkest secret and then making out with them. And I don't even know if we're dating. Or if he even wants to date me.

I sighed and relaxed, realizing that my knees were going to give out if I didn't sit down soon. I walked over to my bed, almost falling on my face, and set my bag down.

I landed on the plush fabric that was so soft I could sleep there, and I wasn't the slightest bit tired. Really I was anxious, scared, relieved, and happy. Or you could just say that all the feelings I have ever felt in my life have been put into a blender, blended together and then I drank whatever was inside.

I have no idea what I'm feeling right now. I have no idea what's happening right now, all I know is that Zayn is protecting me for no reason other than he wants to, and I'm going inzayn. (A/N, had to do it, sorry!)

I laid there on my stomach for a good 10 minutes just think about how Zayn's lips were just so perfect, and the fact that he smokes, but you could never tell that by kissing him. The thing is, he doesn't smell like them either, or tastes or anything like that. I also thought about how he was the only one even out at like 3:00 a.m just doing nothing but walking.
Well I can't judge I did that a lot, when I lived in the country. I would just decide to go for a walk in the middle of the night. I obviously don't do that anymore, and I do it once while I'm drunk and look what happened!

But I just can't believe that Zayn wouldn't tell me that he thought I looked familiar or something. I mean sure he might not wanted to tell me but, I sure as hell would like to know if he found me familiar.

Well I guess the only think I can do is wait and see what happens. But I don't want to wait. I don't want to find out what's going to happen later, I want to find out wants going to happen now, right at this very moment. But unless I can travel to Zayn's house and read his mind somehow, then I'm going to have to wait until tomorrow and I really don't want to.

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