Roses and Thorns

…The Next Day…


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Zayn’s POV:
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For the first time since four consecutive years, I wake up with a smile drawn on my face. I don’t need to tell you the reason, because she’s already cuddled in my arms till this very morning. She hasn’t moved an inch from last night, and her scent was intoxicating to my nostrils. She had that scent of sweet sugar, the kind you find in cake icing; they way her skin mixed with that smell, made me want to eat her with endless kisses and bites.


“Babe? (She didn’t reply, so I cooed again) Elle baby?” She lifts her glorious head slowly from my chest, as her skin glows from a comforted sleep. “(She speaks in her adorable morning voice) Shhh, five more minutes…” I chuckle as her head dives back to my chest, and her arms snake around my abdomen. “I have to take a wiz.” She jolts up from my chest and swats my arm playfully.



I get up fast, and enter her indoor bathroom, feeling happy that I finally had the courage to tell my beautiful maiden about how much I love her. how much I wished that she never left, how much I am ready to murder anyone that only thinks of hurting her. I wash my hands, and splatter some water on my face, releasing a huge yawn out. While I walk outside, she looks tensed; worried even.



“You have to go, if anyone finds you hear it’s going to be a huge mess.” I nod slowly, and slide the window doors open. As I climb off the window borders, she leans in and places a soft kiss; making me want to climb back inside so we can take this kiss on a higher snogging level. I bite her lower lip, and she whines; knowing that she feels the same way I feel about her now. “Hurry up.” I release her lip and climb down the water pipe to the ground base. “(I yell in a whispery tone) I love you!” She giggles and mouths, “I love you too”, as I walk back to my nearby parent’s house.



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Janelle's POV:
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There is another reason I made Zayn leave. I felt this huge guilt rushing through my body, because I know that we can never be together in public. He’s a committed man, to my stepsister for crying out loud, and I can’t be with him just for that sake. I want him more than I need oxygen to live, but I can’t; not in this waxy situation. I need a place to think, and right now these four walls aren’t appropriate for me.



I think of a place in my mind, as I rush to the closet to snatch an outfit. Once I finish dressing up, I glide downstairs to depart. “Hold it.” Perrie’s voice turns my living skin into a mummy wrap. I turn around lightly, and I see how rigid she looks like. “You’re feeling better, I presume?” I nod in silence, fearing a possibility that she might know more than she needs.



“Good, I just wanted to tell you that it was so embarrassing for Zayn to carry you here. You ruined the class, and now we have to book another one; but you won’t need to join. Just so we could avoid another dramatic drop from you. (I feel humiliated, but I keep acting casually silent) We arranged the location for the wedding. Start thinking of what you need to grab into your suitcases; Paris is going to be ice cold in a month.”



Paris? As in Paris, France? Dear god I thought coming back to South Shields was horrible, and now my stepsister and the love of my life are getting married in the same city I dreamt to have my actual wedding in. Good morning? I don’t think there is any good in it.

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