Have you forgotten?
Chapter Sixty Two
I woke up to see the bed spot beside me empty. Where is my angel? I lit the bedside lamp, looking around the now lighter room, searching for my source of happiness. Then I saw her slim frame nearing the bed.
"I needed the bathroom" she whispered, before I could ask.
I nodded and waited for her to get under the covers before I embraced her into my arms.
"I love you" she whispered. I kissed her head and let her snuggle in the crook of my neck.
"I love you too, my precious" I said back.
Not even a minute later I fell asleep as the happiest man on earth.
It was 8am and I still hadn't blinked an eye. The whole night I was wide awake, listening to Rafaela's songs. Her beautiful voice, singing these so realistic and relatable songs. This was until I heard her voice in real, which broke me from the inside out.
She was saying his name. He was sinking into her soul and was lifting her up in the clouds. He was in bed with her, having the most prescious gift - all of her. No holding back and no reservations.
I jumped up from bed and paced around the room, not being able to stand the thought any longer.
Soon her voice disappeared and I was left alone with the silence. I wasn't sure I like it but it was better than knowing what they do in bed and how I am so unfortunate for not being Harry.
She said she is free this morning. I will be with her. I will make sure I don't lose control like last night in the elevator. I almost pushed her up against the wall and posessed her in a way only I could. I hope she doesn't cancel our meeting today just because I was an idiot. From now on I have to keep myself together and have patience. Everything will happen with time. No hurry, no too fast moving, or she will get scared and we won't be even friends anymore...
I slipped on a pair of jeans and a red button up shirt, after that I quickly slipped on a pair of sneakers and fixed my hair and make up. This final step took some time and I was already late. Zayn texted me to meet him at 9:30am but now it was 9:45am and I still wasn't ready yet.
It's close to 10 and she still hasn't came. Maybe she won't. I am no one after all. Maybe she is having more fun in bed with-
"Hi Zi, I'm so sorry, it's a bad hair day for me" her voice took me out of my bad thoughts and I sighed in relief.
"All okay, love. I was patiently waiting" I tried to say in my calmest tone, as if I wasn't just a bit angry at Harry for giving her more fun than me.
"Shall we go?" I asked, offering my elbow for her to link her hand through it.
"Sure" she said, linking her small arm through my not much bigger one.
I and Zayn were sitting in a coffee shop in Australia. We both were a bit confused by the time difference between here and England.
He was just telling me a funny story from his childhood when my phone rang. It was Harry.
"Excuse me, Zi" I said, picking up my phone.
"Good morning babe, I am out. I didn't want to wake you up" I said cheerfully.
"What the fuck is going on, Rafy?" He asked through gritted teeth over the phone.
"Uh? What do you mean?" I asked in complete confusion as to why is he like that.
"Find a TV and look what is on channel 13" he said furiously and hung up. What was that about? ...
I went to the cashier.
"Excuse me, could you please switch to channel 13?" I asked and she murmured a "sure" in a thick Auatralian accent and flipped through the channels.
When she reached the one I said my breath hitched in my throat. Pictures of me and Zayn from this morning were all over the news.
Dating rumours, cheating rumours, drama, drama and more drama. We hadn't even seen the papz, they must have been hiding.
"Shit" I heard Zayn mutter from behind me
"Yes" I agreed. No wonder Harry was so angry earlier.
Tears prickled in my eyes. I turned away and tried to calm myself down.
How could they? Why were they doing this? For the first time since my career started I am close with boys and BAM! They make a huge deal out of it. It's just not fair!
"Rafaela, I will fix that. We have an interview tomorrow" Zayn touched my shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"No Zayn, they won't believe us, I am on that interview tomorrow too but they will think I am a slut" I whispered not wanting the cashier to hear our conversation.
"Let's go back" I said going to our table and taking my purse. He payed and we headed out. When we were a few feet away from the car we heard screaming and 3 girls approached us , crying and jumping in excitement.
"OMG Zayn and Rafaela, I ship you guys so much" One of them screamed.
"Sorry girls but Harry is the one I am dating. Zayn is just a friend" I tried to explain with a forced smile. I really did not feel like smiling right now.
"okay, but still, you are so cute together" she said and her friends squealed.
"What are your names, loves?" Zayn asked, saving us from that topic.
"I'm Amanda, these are my best friends, Pam and Betty" one of the girls introduced.
"Nice to meet you girls, would you like to take some pictures?" I asked.
The blood rushed through my veins. I was trying to calm myself down but it was no use.
I punched a wall in my hotel room and growled like a wild animal. My knuckles hurted but it was refreshing. The physical pain in my hand made my anger disappear lightly.
I act like I am concerned about this whole me and Rafaela dating thing, but in fact, I am very satisfied with what's going on.
She will be mine some day...
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