Aurora Wilson
"Are you gonna knock or simply stand out in this ice cold weather," I heard a whisper which froze me rooted to the ground. I know who it was by the voice. As much as I hated to admit, it was undeniable that his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. It's Mr. Jerk.
I turned to meet his mesmerising brown orbs, similar to mine. Yes, his eyes are really mesmerising and I can't believe that I really said that.
"What are you doing here?" I asked without realizing how much of a stupid question it was.
"Did you forget or do I have to remind you that this is my house?" he asked, chuckling.
"I was gonna knock," I defended.
"Oh really? I've been standing out for the past 10 minutes and you never showed any signs of knocking," he said.
"What are you doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be inside your house?" I questioned emphasizing the word "inside".
"Well, I was out with the lads and came home to see you, talking to yourself without knocking the door which is right in front of you," he said in a mocking tone.
"Oh," I said. This was so embarrassing.
"C'mon lets get in," he said as he guided me in.
We went in and sat down. It was dead silent until I decided to break it.
"So, show me your work," I said.
"What work?" he asked, getting on my nerves.
"Quit playing, Zayn," I said.
"Fine. Wait here I'll go and bring it," he said. He just needs to give his annoying ass replies for everything I say. Such a jerk.
I looked at the interiors of his house.
It wasn't my first time here, but I noticed the beauty of this mansion only now. It looked wonderful. His house looks majestic. The interiors screamed how minted he was and his choice of colours attracted me more. The black and cream combination was really hypnotic and clearly my choice. His mansion has a peaceful yet dangerous aura. I wonder whether he lives here all alone.
Just like I live at mine, but now I have Kate! I waited for him to come. After a few minutes he came with a book in his hand.
"Here," he said as he showed me his work.
I was quite excited. Let's see what a Jerk like him can write about love.
"You are the first thought I love getting every morning,
And the last thought when I go to sleep.
I don't know how to show you my love,
Can't you see it?
The way I behave with others and the way I behave with you.
I wanna hold your hands in the dark,
And walk through the past,
Cause you are the only light in my way,
Which I would cherish for life!
Holding you close, makes me forget all my insecurities,
Holding you close, chases away all my nightmares,
Holding you close, kills all my pain,
Holding you close is the only priority that remains.
Your arms are my humble abode,
Your lips are my favourite fruit;
Your presence is my only peace;
Your love is what makes me breathe.
Maybe it's the way we've met,
Or the things you said;
Made me fall in love with you completely,
Cause I have no idea how I will live without you!
My face lights up immediately whenever I get a text from you,
I don't care, whatever it is;
Thinking that I've crossed your mind
Is everything I need.
Once, just once,
I want you to look at the way I look at you,
So you'll understand how much you mean to me.
You are a girl with a wonderful soul,
Who came into my life as an angel.
You are the best thing that have had happened to me,
Cherishing our memories would be my only priority.
I would forever be a reader, if you are the book.
I don't mind drowning, if you are the ocean.
You are the only star in my dark sky throughout the night,
Through which I wish I always get light!
Life would be a joyous ride
If I have you by my side,
With the same love I give you;
And there's no future without you.
Come what may, I'll always abide by you.
I could promise you one thing,
That I'll love you with all my heart.
For all time, always.
~Zayn
To be honest , I was hella impressed. Who knows that a Jerk like him has such beautiful thoughts in his mind. The poem throughout gave me many different feelings. The emotions were clear and raw. The words conveyed love in every possible way. There was life in it; there was love in it. He conveyed his thoughts in the most amazing way.
I looked him straight in his eyes and said, "It's beautiful," with a genuine smile dancing on my lips.
He looked almost taken back by my sudden compliment and soon cracked out a chuckle.
"Thanks. Glad that you like it. And now show me your work, Ms. Brat." He said, smirking.
I take back my compliment.
"What? What did you just call me?" I asked, surprised. And surprisingly enough, I was not mad, just amused.
"I called you Miss. Brat," he repeated, still smirking.
"Don't you dare, Zayn," I threatened.
"Why not? You call me a jerk and I call you a brat. It's mutual darling." He said with a shrug.
"I call you a Jerk cause you are a jerk," I said as if it was the obvious thing in the world cause it was.
"And I call you a brat cause you are a brat," he said smiling.
I was about to say something but he cut me off by saying, "If you wanna argue, the pleasure is all mine, we can do it all day. But we have work to complete, so let's focus on it for now."
When did the jerk become a responsible guy? Whatever.
"Fine. I'll show you mine now," I said.
I took my bag and was digging in it. I couldn't find that damn book. Where did it go?
Damn.
I left it at home I guess. What will I tell him? I thought.
""I left my book at home," tell him.
"Zayn, I wanna tell you something," I said.
"Hold on. I'll bring something to drink," he said.
"I left my notebook at home!" I said.
"What?" he asked.
"You heard me. Wait, I'll go get it," I said as I stood up immediately, turning to leave.
"And this is why I call you a brat. Wait," he said.
I turned and looked at him. His maid brought his coat.
"I'll go with you. If you go home and then bring it, it will take a lot of time. So let's go together," he suggested. Well, he was right.
"Alright. Let's go. '' I said as we left his house.
"So, wait. I'll take my car," I said.
"Your car?" He asked.
"Don't worry, I won't let you jog behind it. I'll take you as well," I said smiling sweetly at him.
"Uh, wait!" He said, making me look at him. What the hell is wrong with this guy?
"Now what?" I asked, annoyed.
"Umm… How about we uh… um walk? I mean shall we walk to your house," he suggested, looking all nervous, scratching his nape.
"Why?"
"Uh… because..uh the weather is great?" He said rather as a question. His ears turned pink. Is he blushing? OMG. The badboy is asking me for a walk? Interesting.
"Well, what about my car?" I asked.
"I'll ask my driver to leave it at your house," he said.
"Alright. Let's go!" I said as I walked forward.
We walked down the streets. London is such a beautiful city. Plus, as he said, the weather was indeed great as it was really cold. Not a sane person would say that this weather was great, but I've always loved cold weather.
We were walking and suddenly Zayn stopped.
"Whom are you waiting for?" I asked, completely blunt.
"Let's drink something, and there is no need to be blunt. C'mon, let's go." He said, pointing at the Starbucks which was on the opposite side.
"No. We'll be late," I said.
"You are no fun. Wait here." he said and jogged toward Starbucks.
I was simply standing and looking around. After a few minutes, Zayn came out with two drinks. "Here. Drink it without spilling," he said as if I were a toddler. Jerk.
"Thank you," I said, sickly sweet just to annoy him, and to my surprise, he smiled instead of smirking.
He should smile often. It looks good on him. But that jerk smirks all the time!
Neither of us talked after that. We just walked together. Then we reached my home. Oh shit.
Nobody at school knows about my identity. That I am the daughter of Alex Wilson. Too late Aurora. He will obviously be shocked seeing my house or should I say Mansion. He looked at my house in "awe"
"Is this your mansion?" He asked surprised.
"Yeah." I said.
"It's beautiful," he said, which was barely audible.
"Thanks. I never expected you to say this. Seems like the jerk is changing," I sang as I chuckled.
"C'mon, let's get in," I said and led him in.
The door was opened by one of my maids. My fur coat was taken by Ms. Alita. Another maid took my bag and placed it on the sofa. I led Zayn to the living room as I told him to sit.
"Aurora you are home! How was your work with Mr. Jerk," shouted Kate from the kitchen.
I bet she's sneaking in the kitchen for snacks.
Oh shit.
I forgot about Kate. There is no point in sending her in now, cause she already caused the damage. She danced her way out and was shocked when she saw Zayn. This time Kate's face was priceless.
I forgot about Zayn. I turned back to see him. Probably he would be glaring at me for teaching her to call him a jerk.
But hell no, he is smiling. An actual smile. I'm telling it again, but smile looks good on him.
"Say that aloud. " my mind mocked
What is happening? Shouldn't he be mad? Shouldn't he glare at me? Jerk's gone crazy.
"I am sorry for Kate. Don't mind her. She's a bit crazy," I said trying to convince him when actually he seemed like he didn't need it.
Kate smiled nervously at him. He stood up and went near Kate and started, "If I should get mad, it shouldn't be Kate, it should be on Ms. Brat. Am I right Kate?" he finished as he stood beside Kate, teaming up with her.
"Yes! Zayn is right! It's because of Aurora!" Kate said.
Wait, what? Traitor! How could she?
"Who's side are you on crazy Kate?" I asked as I glared at her playfully.
"Of course, I am on Zayn's side." Kate said as she giggled.
"What did I do? She called you a Jerk!" I argued.
"Yeah. She called me a jerk, but you introduced me like that. So it's your fault Ms. Brat," he said smirking.
"Ms. Brat?" asked Kate, smirking too.
What's with these freaks today? Continuously smirking at me.
God! Help me!
"Yeah, that's what I call her," said the jerk.
"That's cool," They both high-fived. Why are they teaming up? Shouldn't it be Kate and I?
Excuse me, I'm still here.
"We are here for the assignment. So let's start. And Kate, I'll deal with you later," I said the last part, gritting my teeth.
They both burst out laughing. Can anyone tell me what the hell is funny here?
"Let's go to my room," I said through gritted teeth as he followed me chuckling.