Finding Our Way [Sequel to FHTL]

part 3 - loosing control.

When Zayn and I arrived at the coffee shop the paparazzi attacked us with questions and cameras. In the blink of an eye Zayn had his hand on the small of my back, leading me inside. Okay, that's cute. No, Jesy. FOCUS! When we stepped inside we sat down on the back part of the place for more privacy. I placed my purse on the chair that was left and turned to Zayn.

"So..." I looked up.

"What do you want to talk about?" 

"Look, I really want to fix everything. But first, I don't have anything to do with Pauls' decision and I'm as surprised as you are"

"Zayn, I'm not mad" He stared at me intendly with his 'yeah, right' face.

"Okay, fine. Maybe I am mad" 

"But that's not what I want to talk about, I want to talk about us" Okay, this is my cue to run out of here, but for some reason I can't, it's like I'm glued to the chair. Crap.

"Uh, sure" I mumbled.

"I-I still love you, I still want us to be a couple. I can't stop thinking about you, about everything we did, about how much I miss you and need you by my side. I feel so lonely without you. I can't imagine my life without you and I haven't stopped thinking about you, since the day you decided to take some time. I still remember the first time I saw you, there you were with the biggest smile because of your new job. I love you infinitely and I really don't know what else to do to get you back"

"Zayn, I-" 

"Zayn!? Hey!" We both turned and there she was. Evil in human form.

"Perrie?" 

"I didn't expect you two here…together" She faked smiled at me. Bitch.

"I'm just talking to her about something-"

"Oh please, Zayn. Get over it, you guys are over and you don't need the company of this little hoe to feel good" When I heard those words I couldn't contain myself anymore.

"Shut the fuck up! It's been enough of you treating me like shit! Listen to me you bitch, because it's the last time I will tell you this, LEAVE ME ALONE and don't ever fucking mess with me, okay?!" I snappped, standing up.

"You crack me up, who do you think you are? Are you threatening me?" She laughed.

"Perrie, stop!" Zayn added. I grabbed my purse and ran away.

"Jesy, wait!" Zayn yelled after me. As I tried to get to my car the paparazzi wouldn't stop taking pictures of me.

"Get the fuck out of my way, disgusting pigs!" I growled, giving them the finger. Zayn reached me and grabbed my arm.

"Jes, wait. Please" I stopped. 

"Please, look at me"

"What?!" I snapped.

"Please, Zayn. Ju-" I didn't finish my sentence ,since Zayn crashed his lips with mine. I let myself savour the moment, I miss his lips so much I don't mind if people are taking pictures. Zayn's cupping my face with his two hands, caressing my cheeks so softly, just like I remember. I can't keep this up, though. I pushed him away softly and looked directly into his beautiful eyes. I didn't say anything before I turned around, walked to my car and drove away.

That wasn't what I expected, I should've stopped him, but I didn't. I'm feeling everything I felt when I first kissed him, and this may be a good thing, but also a bad one.

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A/N: I updated this chapter with only four votes, I know I said six, but I was desperate to update this, so yeah. For chapter four I need five+ votes and three reviews, yeah? Oh, chapter four will be INTENSE, hold on tight.

Picture to the side: "Okay, fine. Maybe I am mad"