Forbidden

Chapter eighty-two

The rain fell from the sky in an angle, and it was angled straight towards my face. So when I raised my face, I got a bucketful of water hitting it. Then I closed my eyes tightly, hanging my head, shielding myself from the oncoming watery onslaught.

My tears mixed with the rain as I wept, my sobs silent from the sound of the pouring rain and occasional thunder.

I don't have a problem with storms, I find them thrilling and refreshing, but I know they could be dangerous as well.

"It's raining, Liv." his velvet voice startled me, he was leaning on the balcony door.

The storm is still in full swing, but it's also dark now, the sky is absolutely blind as we can see no stars an no moon, only the dull blackness of it and the rain drops falling heavily from its heights.

"I am aware," I told him coldly. He sighed, inching me until he's in front of me then knelt before me, his forearms resting on my thighs.

The rain has him soaked in seconds, his hair sticking on his forehead making him look more rugged than ever.

"You're not alone." he mumbled softly, pouting slightly. I just stare blankly.

He's always there for me. It helped, he even took me out in the city a few times where he attempted to cheer me up and he holds me when I cry myself to sleep but it's still hard to forgive him and myself.

I quickly round my hands on his neck and strangely, this knocked him off guard. He went tumbling backwards onto the ground with me on top. I landed on him, my soaked body covering his, and I heard a splash.

"Sorry but you were looking sad." I murmured gently as our noses brush, his expression bewildered but with amused eyes.

Zayn replied with a kiss to my lips. It was different, kissing in the rain. Our lips felt wet against each other, but I returned the kiss. My body felt warm despite the coldness all around me. Maybe it was Zayn's arms around me. Maybe it was because of the warm feeling in my stomach. I yearned for his lips that I missed more than anything.

This feeling in me was that I belonged to him, I was having a feeling that this was home. Or maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when you're at your worst. Just as he does.

"I'm going to be strong enough for us two," he tells me once we pulled back, the rain still splattering on us, having his eyes barely open, "Did you hear me?"

"Yes," I answer, showering him in small kisses, his hands digging on my hips.

"Zayn do you see a future with me?" I ask eventually.

"Of course I do."

"I do too.. You're the one for me." I told him honestly, not backing down. He looked stunned but soon smiles warmly.

"You too are the one for me. I wouldn't have made you stay if I wouldn't think like you belong to me." he told me back.

Then we stay there, looking in each other's eyes.

"Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen." he knowingly said when my eyes saddened again at the thought what had happened. He couldn't have said it better but I still needed time.

+

After my shower, I had changed in a colourful blouse, black shorts, beige knee socks. Zayn's already back, wearing a cozy pink sweater that looked so good on him with dark jeans, bare foot.

He convinced me to get inside earlier. We're sitting on the couch before the fireplace in our room.

In the coffee table are two mugs filled with warm chocolate coated with a big amount of whipped cream that had piled and glazed chocolate, at the top a cherry.