"The lights remind me of that scene in the movie where they meet the penguins." I defended myself.
"But it's night," he pointed out.
"Maybe I don't remember the movie that well, but I swear they had lights like this in the movie." I said, letting Zayn's hand drop and pulling the jacket tighter around my waist. He pouted, which he always did when I wasn't holding his hand.
"We'll have to watch it then, sometime."
"It's a good movie," I said.
We reached the end of the path, so we continued on the grass. It got darker as we continued on, not that either of us really cared. I knew that soon enough we would be at the other end of the park and I would have to head home, since I had an early morning at work.
"What time do you leave tomorrow?" I changed subjects. Part of me was hoping he left during my shift, so I wouldn't have to deal with another goodbye. Yet I also was hoping that it was after, just to spend more time with him. Maybe go get a cup of coffee or something.
"Noon is when I'm supposed to leave since it's an hour drive without traffic, they want us there early to make sure everything goes smoothly. What time do you get off work?" He turned to me. I could see it in his face that he wanted it to be before.
"Two," I sighed.
"Oh."
Instead of reaching for his hand, I shoved both of mine into the pockets. I walked with my eyes on the ground, unsure of what I should be feeling at this moment. Zayn followed my example, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"Come with me. It won't be as bad as you think it will be. Capris will be there, Moni and Autumn will be there, and we'd have a great time. We can explore the streets of England or just stay in the hotel room and watch movies, or just listen to music. You don't have to talk or anything." He never met my eyes while speaking, instead it was like he was talking to the ground.
He was so close to begging that I could feel my heart tearing just a bit. "I can't, Zayn. I have a job and family, I can't just leave. I wouldn't fit with you there anyway. I'm better when I'm somewhere where I'm comfortable."
"I know." He breathed out, knowing that it was the answer I was going to give but hoping nonetheless. "I'm going to miss you."
"I know." I echoed. "I'll miss you too."
We finally reached the end of the park, where my apartment was only a block away. I knew that he would insist on walking me the rest of the way, so I stopped beside a tree. He did the same. I pulled my hands out of my pockets. He reached for my hand. "You okay?"
"Stop asking, I'm fine." I was tempted to roll my eyes but I knew better, he was only worried about me. Though he had no reason to. "Don't walk me back to my flat, I'll be fine. You need your rest, tomorrow's a big day for you. Have fun on this tour, make it about the music, okay?"
"Okay," his eyes bore into mine and it was like I was transferred to a different place. A place where there was no pain, where it was only the two of us. If only it was that easy. "That walk is a lot shorter than I remember."
My mind and my heart were thinking different things in the next few moments. My heart yearned to be close to Zayn, while my mind was screaming that I would only get hurt. My actions seemed to lean more towards my heart, since I found myself leaning towards him instead of away.
My eyes shut and my lips had something feathery and light against them. It was a lot like a fairytale, the kiss that would awaken Sleeping Beauty. It wasn't rushed, instead our lips just barely touched in a way that made my toes curl. His hands were suddenly on my waist, and somehow my arms ended up wrapped around his neck. The pressure of our lips against each other grew. There was no need to make it messy, instead it was comfortable.
That's the way it was with Zayn, with him everything was just comfortable. Talking to him was simple, holding his hand was easy and everything just happened so effortlessly.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds, I pulled away before I could lose myself into his warmth. We just stared at each other for a few moments before I shrugged off his jacket and tried to hand it to him, but he shook his head quickly. He was silent, and he still seemed a bit shocked by the kiss, yet he was adamant that I wouldn't give his jacket back.
Having the jacket, it would be a part of him even when he was on the other side of the world. A memory of the time that I was his, even if it was only for a short time.
I slowly let go of his hand, the fingers brushing against each other for one last time that night. I tried my best to smile up at him, but it seemed impossible. "Bye, Zayn."
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Chapter Seventeen
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