A taxi driver finally pulled up beside me and I hopped in immediately, I told the taxi driver my destination and he started moving on immediately, as the driver kicked off his engine and started the ride, I kept looking back to be sure my dad didn’t plant any spy to stylishly follow me or something but I didn’t see any unusual movement or any ride that sticker close to following the taxi that I’m in so at least that’s a relief. As the ride went on, I sat comfortably in the car seat and kept on reminiscing of the beautiful moments that Peter and I had spent together, i love every bit of every memories we’ve created, I still don’t know how it would be possible for me to forget all this and move on with my supposed new life with Zayn, it’s going to be a difficult one, it’s indeed going to be too difficult for me. All these wonderful memories we’ve created are stuck in my head and the face that we are going to create a much more sweeter memory today is making me feel overwhelmed, Pe
I watched as the Taxi drove off with a smile on my face. Today was going to be the best day of my life. I will finally be with the one I love the most. I couldn’t wait to make him so happy that he would never think of any other woman for the rest of his life. I know that is a bit selfish, but I honestly couldn’t help thinking this way. Peter was the utmost love of my life. I couldn’t think about anyone else feeling up that roll. He made me incredulously happy, and I loved that so much for me. I walked up to my dorm room, while greeting a few people as I went. They smiled at me because I was literally on cloud 9 right now. I may be getting married to Zayn, but Peter would always have a place in my life. He was the literal best, and too adorable. I couldn’t think of a better way to honour him for being the best person in my life. He was just super supportive and charming. I knocked twice on the door. “Jean, Sarah isn’t here.” One of the girls that stayed in the room opposi
I followed the man to meet Zayn Usman. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. I was going to meet Zayn, and he was the owner of this hotel. I couldn’t be more happy about this. He would take my mind off Peter, and that’s just exactly what I needed at this moment. “This way,” the man said, opening a door that led to an expensive lounge. I slowly looked around the room that felt like it was in a hazy paranoid. Two broad back looked at me. Was that a turtleneck sweater? “Madam,” the man called once more. I smiled sheepishly at him. Why was I smiling? I had no idea, but it felt good. It was better than the awful night I have been having. At least, I would be able to think better this time. It will serve me in good stead. I followed the man to the turtleneck sweater. “Are you…” I slurred, only for me to throw up right on the turtleneck guy. I couldn’t feel my face as I slumped. ≠ She threw up on me? I was beyond stunned as I looked at her. What was Jean
36 It’s been two days since Zayn brought me home, and I was trying my best to move on. I literally ate as many cookies as I wanted, and tried to bake. Though, when I had almost burnt down my home, father had restricted me from entering the kitchen. I had no choice but to beg the chef to bake some for me. “Jean, come and say hello to Zayn,” Mother called behind me. I pursed my cookie consumption in shock. Zayn was here. Why? I looked at my mother who was standing regally at my room’s door in shock. I hope he hadn’t changed his mind about telling my parents the truth about that night. It would surely make my life hell. “Mom, did he say why he is here?” I queried. My mom shook her head at me. “Oh, you’re shy to meet your fiancé," she teased. I jumped out of the bed. “No, that’s not it. I’m just a bit shocked that’s all.” Mother smiled at me. “I understand that. But, apparently he has something to discuss with your dad. I don’t know the details, and well, it’s not our busine
I turned to see Zayn at the door way, looking at me with his poker face on. Damn! Did he hear all I had said behind his back? I watched him as he pushed himself from the doorway, and stepped into the room. “Those curses were they for me, doll?” He asked softly. I blinked twice. Doll? He thought it was such a joke. I couldn’t even look at him because I was so scared. And, he literally thought it was so funny. I couldn’t really believe this. It was so crazy hearing him sat such things. It didn’t sound like something he would normally say. “Why do you look so shocked?” “I’m not,” I huffed. He stood in from of me, with a smirk outlining his face. “I will have to believe you. How am I the one who takes such a scolding from you? I must say it was so scary. I never had an idea you were so fierce.” He said slowly. I looked at him. “There are so many things you don’t know about me,” I said easily. He smirked. “That’s so true.” He pulled my face in his hands, and slowly swiped
That night, I sat down on the top of my deck with Jean’s book in my hands. I caressed the top of the book slightly. Jean had touched it. I knew it must mean a lot to her, because the way she had touched looked through the window had revealed it all. He slowly took a puff of smoke in his lungs. I would like to know what was so special about this. I would really like to know. It would make me feel better to know how Jean at least through the pages of her book. I slowly turned the pages of the book, and settled on the middle. I smoked as I read through the words of the book. Imagining her reading it with her legs coiled under the bed was not enough to make me continue the book. It was so boring. I pushed my hair away from my eyes, and looked at the wind. I could see her frowning at me she told me to leave her room. She must be cursing me now. Well, I shouldn’t have taken her book that way, but Zayn Usman never asks for permission. It was in my nature to take, and not ask for pe
That night, I sat down on the top of my deck with Jean’s book in my hands. I caressed the top of the book slightly. Jean had touched it. I knew it must mean a lot to her, because the way she had touched looked through the window had revealed it all. He slowly took a puff of smoke in his lungs. I would like to know what was so special about this. I would really like to know. It would make me feel better to know how Jean at least through the pages of her book. I slowly turned the pages of the book, and settled on the middle. I smoked as I read through the words of the book. Imagining her reading it with her legs coiled under the bed was not enough to make me continue the book. It was so boring. I pushed my hair away from my eyes, and looked at the wind. I could see her frowning at me she told me to leave her room. She must be cursing me now. Well, I shouldn’t have taken her book that way, but Zayn Usman never asks for permission. It was in my nature to take, and not ask for pe
I stepped out of the veranda, and headed straight to my room, with my EarPods stuck in my ears. I was listening to hiphop on blast, and it made me feel so good. I twirled around on my toes, and danced slightly. This was how I was going to live my life to the fullest. The music made me feel on top of the moon, and I enjoyed it deeply. This was really so good. I was enjoying this music so much! I screamed the lyrics over the top of my voice. Life! You only live once! I’m going to live my life as I came. It was going to be fierce, and I would be my authentic self. I can’t wait to have so much fun living my life the way I saw it. I was going to live my life to the fullest! I danced some more, and danced like my life depended on it. It felt so good to forget it all, and live for the moment. I was going to enjoy every step of the way. Suddenly, my EarPods were jerked from my ears. I turned around, and looked at Zayn looking at me with a smirk adorning his features. Now, what was