Life, Cars and Zayn Malik... Wait What?!
Chapter 23: Please Don't Say You Love Me
Zayn’s POV (wow, has anyone noticed it’s been four and a half chapters since I did Zayn’s POV last??? I have. I didn’t like it. So now, I give you the Bradford Bad Boi who I did research on. I can’t believe I did research… anyway, I'm crapping on again. Just read the actual book already!!!!)
“So Zayn, did you get her back?” Liam asked as I walked into the house. When I walked in the room by myself, all of their faces dropped.
“Oh mate…” Louis said in a disappointed kind of way, ready for a man hug.
“Um, what is this about ‘her’?” Jamie walked in, asking straight away, grabbing my hand and holding it.
“How do you scare us like that?!” Niall shouted jumping up and hugging Jamie.
“Niall… Niall… oxygen…” Jamie said as the other boys started hugging her too. A faint ‘someone help me’ could be heard from the middle of the circle, well, until the circle fell on the ground.
“Uh, guys, I think Jamie is dying.” I stated.
“She’ll live.” Harry said.
“Um, actually, if she’s dying she won’t live!” I heard Jamie shout from underneath a heap of bodies.
“If you boys don't want me to bash your heads in, I would be getting off of my girlfriend ight now!” I shouted so they would actually listen to me. Almost immediately all of the boys got off of her, and I offered my hand to help her up.
“You couldn’t have done that when just Niall was hugging me, could you?” she said sarcastically.
“No, not really.” I answered smugly, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
“Well you should have. It could have saved some precious time.” she told me. “I'm eating your shirt again.” She told me, laughing. The sound coming out of her mouth was the single best thing I have heard in my entire life. I couldn’t help but laugh then, her laugh was perfect… she was perfect.
I felt my heart skip a beat at that. There was nothing I could fault her on. I could find faults in everyone. There were almost too many that I could count with me alone. Yet I couldn’t think of one thing that was wrong with Jamie. I was scared to admit that I felt more for her than I had originally thought. Last time I had thought about it, I had just had a strong liking for her. A really strong liking. But now…
I think I love her.
I just can’t say it out loud. It’s like the words are choking me, and I can’t spit them out. I couldn’t say them earlier when I had only just gotten her back.
“Are you okay?” I heard the girl in my arms ask.
“I'm not okay.” I answered bluntly. “I'm perfect.” I added on the end, immediately picking her up and spinning her around. As she landed I placed a kiss straight on her lips. She was a little taken aback, I could feel her tense up, but then she kissed back. She was never really affectionate.
But I loved her that way.
It would be weird if every time she had a small opportunity she would kiss me. she wasn’t like that. I didn’t see that as a fault. It was just another thing about her that made her even more perfect. Even when she’s angry at me, she still looks perfect, acts perfect and is perfect in general.
She pulled away and leant back, my thoughts still all over the place. “Are you sure you’re ‘perfect’? Because you seem completely out of it.” She stated.
“Yeah.” I answered. She gasped.
“Oh my god have you started on drugs? Because if you have I may just have to kill you, you little mother-”
“NO! why would I even start on the drugs?” I asked.
“I don't know. You might have felt like it. I know you have tried drugs before…” she trailed off.
“Babe. I tried them. Nothing more. Its fine.” I told her, pulling her against me. “I promise.” I added on the end, kissing the top of her head.
“Okay. I believe you.” She told me. We just stood for a while, as the boys left the room. “I need to pee.”
“You always need to pee.” I groaned.
“Can’t help when the bladder strikes.” She told me, trying to push off of me and get away.
“Do you even know where the bathroom is?” I asked her.
“Well, I have these superpowers that tell me what way the bathroom is. They never fail me, so I should be good.” She answered. I let her go, and a little while later I heard the sound of a piano being played. I walked into the kitchen and found Louis there, so he wouldn’t be playing it.
“Guys, if Louis isn’t playing the piano… who is?” Liam asked.
“Well, Jamie kind of just left for the toilet… I don't know if she can play piano.” I offered.
“Well, I am not checking the problem out.” Louis said, hiding behind the bench.
“But the piano is in your room.” I told him.
“Yeah, but it might be your girlfriend.” I heard him say.
“God damn it.” I swore as I walked away and towards Louis’ room, which was a mess. I saw familiar strawberry blonde hair, and watched as Jamie played the piano. She was pretty good. I mean, she was amazing.
Jamie’s POV
I played whatever came to mind, different notes melding together to create different sounds. It had been a while since I had played, since my piano was stuck at my parent’s house. They wouldn’t let me take it, since it had belonged to my great-great grandfather or something.
It was good for me to play, so I knew I hadn’t forgotten how to play. I had taught myself when I was seven, and kept practicing and started learning songs. Clarisse had been able to play guitar, I was the only one who could play an instrument.
“I didn’t know you played piano.” I heard someone state behind me. I jumped at the voice, and turned to find Zayn sitting down next to me on the seat.
“Yeah, I started teaching myself when I was seven. I always played on my great-great grandfathers grand piano. It was quite beautiful to look at, even though it was a little out of tune.” I told him, my fingers playing a couple of notes.
“Could you play something I know?” he asked, hitting a key which rang out a high note.
“Uh, you have an idea of what you want to hear?” I asked.
“Nope.” He answered, not helping in any way.
“Well then…” I trailed off, thinking of what I could play. “Aha.” I said as I realised what I should play. I played a hopefully familiar tune. I mean, if he didn’t know what it was, he’s lost a little bit of his brain.
He laughed as soon as I had played an eight. “You know how to play this song?” he asked.
“Yep.” I answered, popping the ‘p’.
“But I thought you didn’t like our songs…” he trailed off.
“I like a few. This being one of them.” I didn’t let him speak as I started singing the song instead.
“I’ve figured it out
I’ve figured it out from black and white
Seconds and hours
Baby they had to take some time
I know how it goes
I know how it goes from wrong to right
Silence and sound
Did they ever hold each other
Tight like us?
Did they ever fight
Like us?”
Zayn took over, his voice powerful and beautiful.
“You and I
We don't wanna be like them
We can make it to the end
Well nothing came come between
You and I.”
I stopped playing then. “You know that that song kind of relates to us.” He said.
“Is that so?” I asked, playing a few more random notes.
“Yeah, do you have any others that you can think of, that relate to us?” he responded with a question.
“Well, there is this one…” I trailed off. I started playing the notes I had made up for the song. Sometimes I just don't like that actual piano parts, so I make up my own.
“Summer comes, winter fades
Here we are, just the same
Don't need pressure, don't need change
Let’s not give the game away
There used to be an empty space
A photograph without a face
But with your presence and your grace
Everything falls into place
Just please don't say you love me
‘Cause I might not say it back
Doesn’t mean my heart stops skipping when
You look at me like that
And there's no need to worry when
You see just where we’re at
Just please don't say you love me
‘Cause I might not say it back.”
I bit my lip as I looked at Zayn, who had a quizzical look on his face. “Well, it relates…” I trailed off. Wow, I felt my cheeks go red as he kept staring at me. I couldn’t hold his gaze, so instead I looked at my hands that were in my lap.
“Why wouldn’t you say it back?” he asked me.
“I don't know. I just… I don't want to get hurt before. I took so long with Anthony before I even admitted that I did. I got over him. I don't want to admit to something so early, even if it’s true.” I told him.
“Even if it’s true?” he picked apart my words. I didn’t say anything, I just kept looking at my hands. “Why aren’t you looking at me.” he asked.
“I don't know… I'm just a little embarrassed.” I told him.
“Babe, just look at me.” he instructed, but I disobeyed.
“No.” I said simply.
“Babe.” He said as he touched my chin and moved my head up to face him. My eyes were looking anywhere but at him. “Look at me Jamie.” I didn’t look at him. “Look at me.” he said quietly. This time my eyes wandered from his chest up towards his eyes, taking in all of his features.
“What?” I asked near silently.
“No matter what, just remember that…” he trailed off as I started looking away again. “I love you.” He said slowly.
“You wha-” I tried to say before he cut me off by kissing me hotly. We were moving together for a while, before I pulled away. Well, if he could manage to say it… it was hard to breathe for a second as I thought of the words…
Should I even say them? Well, here goes nothing…
“I love you too.” I said slowly, and near silently. I'm guessing he heard, because he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again before pulling away, and resting his forehead against mine. We looked into each other’s eyes, both of us laughing quietly. We had another kiss, which turned into another and another. He pushed me back slightly to kiss my collar bone, and my hands caught me, but made a loud noise as they caught the piano’s keys.
I heard a gasp coming from the door. “My poor piano is scarred. You’re having a make-out session on my poor poor little piano!” I heard Louis shouting. I sighed.
“Louis! You ruined the f*cken moment!” I shouted as Zayn looked over his shoulder to probably send a death glare to Lou.
“If you don't leave us in peace, I will get up and tickle you to death.” Zayn said bluntly.
“I don't care what you do to me! Just leave my piano alone!”
“So Zayn, did you get her back?” Liam asked as I walked into the house. When I walked in the room by myself, all of their faces dropped.
“Oh mate…” Louis said in a disappointed kind of way, ready for a man hug.
“Um, what is this about ‘her’?” Jamie walked in, asking straight away, grabbing my hand and holding it.
“How do you scare us like that?!” Niall shouted jumping up and hugging Jamie.
“Niall… Niall… oxygen…” Jamie said as the other boys started hugging her too. A faint ‘someone help me’ could be heard from the middle of the circle, well, until the circle fell on the ground.
“Uh, guys, I think Jamie is dying.” I stated.
“She’ll live.” Harry said.
“Um, actually, if she’s dying she won’t live!” I heard Jamie shout from underneath a heap of bodies.
“If you boys don't want me to bash your heads in, I would be getting off of my girlfriend ight now!” I shouted so they would actually listen to me. Almost immediately all of the boys got off of her, and I offered my hand to help her up.
“You couldn’t have done that when just Niall was hugging me, could you?” she said sarcastically.
“No, not really.” I answered smugly, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
“Well you should have. It could have saved some precious time.” she told me. “I'm eating your shirt again.” She told me, laughing. The sound coming out of her mouth was the single best thing I have heard in my entire life. I couldn’t help but laugh then, her laugh was perfect… she was perfect.
I felt my heart skip a beat at that. There was nothing I could fault her on. I could find faults in everyone. There were almost too many that I could count with me alone. Yet I couldn’t think of one thing that was wrong with Jamie. I was scared to admit that I felt more for her than I had originally thought. Last time I had thought about it, I had just had a strong liking for her. A really strong liking. But now…
I think I love her.
I just can’t say it out loud. It’s like the words are choking me, and I can’t spit them out. I couldn’t say them earlier when I had only just gotten her back.
“Are you okay?” I heard the girl in my arms ask.
“I'm not okay.” I answered bluntly. “I'm perfect.” I added on the end, immediately picking her up and spinning her around. As she landed I placed a kiss straight on her lips. She was a little taken aback, I could feel her tense up, but then she kissed back. She was never really affectionate.
But I loved her that way.
It would be weird if every time she had a small opportunity she would kiss me. she wasn’t like that. I didn’t see that as a fault. It was just another thing about her that made her even more perfect. Even when she’s angry at me, she still looks perfect, acts perfect and is perfect in general.
She pulled away and leant back, my thoughts still all over the place. “Are you sure you’re ‘perfect’? Because you seem completely out of it.” She stated.
“Yeah.” I answered. She gasped.
“Oh my god have you started on drugs? Because if you have I may just have to kill you, you little mother-”
“NO! why would I even start on the drugs?” I asked.
“I don't know. You might have felt like it. I know you have tried drugs before…” she trailed off.
“Babe. I tried them. Nothing more. Its fine.” I told her, pulling her against me. “I promise.” I added on the end, kissing the top of her head.
“Okay. I believe you.” She told me. We just stood for a while, as the boys left the room. “I need to pee.”
“You always need to pee.” I groaned.
“Can’t help when the bladder strikes.” She told me, trying to push off of me and get away.
“Do you even know where the bathroom is?” I asked her.
“Well, I have these superpowers that tell me what way the bathroom is. They never fail me, so I should be good.” She answered. I let her go, and a little while later I heard the sound of a piano being played. I walked into the kitchen and found Louis there, so he wouldn’t be playing it.
“Guys, if Louis isn’t playing the piano… who is?” Liam asked.
“Well, Jamie kind of just left for the toilet… I don't know if she can play piano.” I offered.
“Well, I am not checking the problem out.” Louis said, hiding behind the bench.
“But the piano is in your room.” I told him.
“Yeah, but it might be your girlfriend.” I heard him say.
“God damn it.” I swore as I walked away and towards Louis’ room, which was a mess. I saw familiar strawberry blonde hair, and watched as Jamie played the piano. She was pretty good. I mean, she was amazing.
Jamie’s POV
I played whatever came to mind, different notes melding together to create different sounds. It had been a while since I had played, since my piano was stuck at my parent’s house. They wouldn’t let me take it, since it had belonged to my great-great grandfather or something.
It was good for me to play, so I knew I hadn’t forgotten how to play. I had taught myself when I was seven, and kept practicing and started learning songs. Clarisse had been able to play guitar, I was the only one who could play an instrument.
“I didn’t know you played piano.” I heard someone state behind me. I jumped at the voice, and turned to find Zayn sitting down next to me on the seat.
“Yeah, I started teaching myself when I was seven. I always played on my great-great grandfathers grand piano. It was quite beautiful to look at, even though it was a little out of tune.” I told him, my fingers playing a couple of notes.
“Could you play something I know?” he asked, hitting a key which rang out a high note.
“Uh, you have an idea of what you want to hear?” I asked.
“Nope.” He answered, not helping in any way.
“Well then…” I trailed off, thinking of what I could play. “Aha.” I said as I realised what I should play. I played a hopefully familiar tune. I mean, if he didn’t know what it was, he’s lost a little bit of his brain.
He laughed as soon as I had played an eight. “You know how to play this song?” he asked.
“Yep.” I answered, popping the ‘p’.
“But I thought you didn’t like our songs…” he trailed off.
“I like a few. This being one of them.” I didn’t let him speak as I started singing the song instead.
“I’ve figured it out
I’ve figured it out from black and white
Seconds and hours
Baby they had to take some time
I know how it goes
I know how it goes from wrong to right
Silence and sound
Did they ever hold each other
Tight like us?
Did they ever fight
Like us?”
Zayn took over, his voice powerful and beautiful.
“You and I
We don't wanna be like them
We can make it to the end
Well nothing came come between
You and I.”
I stopped playing then. “You know that that song kind of relates to us.” He said.
“Is that so?” I asked, playing a few more random notes.
“Yeah, do you have any others that you can think of, that relate to us?” he responded with a question.
“Well, there is this one…” I trailed off. I started playing the notes I had made up for the song. Sometimes I just don't like that actual piano parts, so I make up my own.
“Summer comes, winter fades
Here we are, just the same
Don't need pressure, don't need change
Let’s not give the game away
There used to be an empty space
A photograph without a face
But with your presence and your grace
Everything falls into place
Just please don't say you love me
‘Cause I might not say it back
Doesn’t mean my heart stops skipping when
You look at me like that
And there's no need to worry when
You see just where we’re at
Just please don't say you love me
‘Cause I might not say it back.”
I bit my lip as I looked at Zayn, who had a quizzical look on his face. “Well, it relates…” I trailed off. Wow, I felt my cheeks go red as he kept staring at me. I couldn’t hold his gaze, so instead I looked at my hands that were in my lap.
“Why wouldn’t you say it back?” he asked me.
“I don't know. I just… I don't want to get hurt before. I took so long with Anthony before I even admitted that I did. I got over him. I don't want to admit to something so early, even if it’s true.” I told him.
“Even if it’s true?” he picked apart my words. I didn’t say anything, I just kept looking at my hands. “Why aren’t you looking at me.” he asked.
“I don't know… I'm just a little embarrassed.” I told him.
“Babe, just look at me.” he instructed, but I disobeyed.
“No.” I said simply.
“Babe.” He said as he touched my chin and moved my head up to face him. My eyes were looking anywhere but at him. “Look at me Jamie.” I didn’t look at him. “Look at me.” he said quietly. This time my eyes wandered from his chest up towards his eyes, taking in all of his features.
“What?” I asked near silently.
“No matter what, just remember that…” he trailed off as I started looking away again. “I love you.” He said slowly.
“You wha-” I tried to say before he cut me off by kissing me hotly. We were moving together for a while, before I pulled away. Well, if he could manage to say it… it was hard to breathe for a second as I thought of the words…
Should I even say them? Well, here goes nothing…
“I love you too.” I said slowly, and near silently. I'm guessing he heard, because he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again before pulling away, and resting his forehead against mine. We looked into each other’s eyes, both of us laughing quietly. We had another kiss, which turned into another and another. He pushed me back slightly to kiss my collar bone, and my hands caught me, but made a loud noise as they caught the piano’s keys.
I heard a gasp coming from the door. “My poor piano is scarred. You’re having a make-out session on my poor poor little piano!” I heard Louis shouting. I sighed.
“Louis! You ruined the f*cken moment!” I shouted as Zayn looked over his shoulder to probably send a death glare to Lou.
“If you don't leave us in peace, I will get up and tickle you to death.” Zayn said bluntly.
“I don't care what you do to me! Just leave my piano alone!”
Notes
A/N:
Ha. I totally just ruined the beautiful moment. I originally planned on finishing it when Jamie admitted her feelings, but I then felt the need to make it funny. So I did. Personally, I like this ending better.
Mwahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahhhahhahahahahahamwahhhaahahahhahahah!
Hehe, no coughing that time!
I win against the evil laugh! And now I'm crapping on about random shit again. Perfect.
I should probably stop now before I end up telling you about my minion army that I will use to take over Switzerland-
Shit. No one was supposed to know about that…
*nervous laugh*
I love you minions… *said nervously and more like a question than a statement*
Beklet @_@
