Boxed love by Me =/ (novel24 .TXT) 📖

and look back at Zayn who is enjoying our "show." Wow, I have a great boyfr- well I guess I dont know where we stand... "Well this has been fun, but can I leave yet?" I ask. Zayn leaves to get a doctor and Owen and Zach start fangirling again.

"Eek!!!! Storm!!! I'm so happy!" Owen starts and Zach continues with, "Hmmm... Zorm or Sayn?" 

"Totally Zorm! All the way! Omg! The ship has sailed!! You've liked him for like over six months and it's finally here!!!!!!!!" I blush as I realize Zayn was in here for most of that. Could this day get any worse??

"You are free to go, I've already checked everything and signed you out, so this lovely man can take you home." The young female doctor tells me. I have to admit that I was a bit jealous when she called him a "lovely man." As if he read my mind, Zayn grabs my hand and squeezes it. We leave the hospital and we walk into my unit to talk.

"So umm..." I start not knowing where to go.

"Do you have plans before that on Friday night?" He asks me.

"Yeah. I'm going out with this guy I really like. Well, I guess that is, if he says yes?" He opens his mouth to respond while I smile at him, when we are interrupted by a man clearing his throat behind us. 

Chapter eighteen

 I whip around to look at the couch, scared out of my mind. When I do I see two familiar faces. 

"What the hell are you two doing here??" I ask furious. 

"What? No hug for your brother and sister?" My brother, Nate asks me.

Coral, my sister joins in. "Its been years sis."

"You are not my siblings. You lost that title a long time ago. Now, what. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Place?" I ask glaring at both of them.

"Damn." Nate says. "We just wanted to stop in, see your place, you know. See how you were doing."

"Ha! Funny! Then where were you when I was 14 fucking years old?! When I was screaming for your help and you two stood there, laughing your asses off!  You shouldn't even know where I live, we haven't talked in years. So tell me the real reason or get out and leave me the fuck alone." I say with zero emotion in my voice.

"Ugh. Fine. We need your help. We need 20,000 next week." Coral explains.

"Huh. Funny. Why?" I say, not showing my anger thats rising by the second.

"Well we bought some illegal stuff and can't pay it off so we need your help." I give him a look saying he needs to tell me what it is. "Uhh drugs... Firearms.... Stuff like that."

"Okay. One second." I go to my bedroom, knowing Zayn will follow me asking questions.

"You're not seriously going to give that much money to them right? And what was the story about? Whats wrong? I'm so confused!" I pick up my phone and dial a number. 

"No." I say to him and then talk to the person on the phone. I walk back out to my living room. "Okay, be patient. Everything will be set in a few minutes." We wait and then there is a knock on the door and I get up and smirk at them. I open the door and everyone's eyes widen except for mine.

"Hello, officer Reale. These two right here." I point to Nate and Coral. I know it sounds cruel especially since their blood, but I had to do it. They sneer at me as they are led out.

"You bitch!" Coral shouts at me. Nate agrees and when they are out I finally let out the breath I've been holding in.

"So..." Zayn says. "You going to explain what that was about?"

"Umm... When I was fourteen my broth- Nate pushed me into the ocean when we were on vacation. They didn't help me so my parents decided it was time to go back home. I could tell they were planning something but I didn't know what. My- I mean Coral screamed causing my mom to run of the road. The car flipped and they ended up dead. I was stuck in the car and was screaming at them for help but they left me there." I lifted up my shirt and pant legs to show him the scars, and then quickly pulled them down. 

"Owens parents were my foster parents and we've been best friends since then. Owen wanted to know what kissing someone was like when we were sixteen so he was my first kiss but neither of us felt anything. He met Zach and they've been together for eight years. Sorry, I didnt need to tell you after the part about them..." I blush, embarrassed and look away.

He puts his hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Its okay. And you're sexy when you're mad. And when you blush." He places a soft kiss on my lips. When he pulls away I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back to me. After a bit he licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I gladly grant. I pulls away and looks into my eyes. "God, you're beautiful." He whispers. He looks around my face, asking for permission to go further. I know I shouldn't but... I nod and we go to my room.

Chapter nineteen

 I wake up and the bed next to me is empty. My anxiety spikes as I shoot up, assuming the worse. 'He knew I was weak and would give in like a slut and then he could leave.' 'He found someone better and ran off with them!' 'I was terrible and he wants someone better!' My mind comes up with a million different scenarios. All these thoughts stop when I run out of my room, in just a sheet coving me, and see Zayn standing over the stove making breakfast.

I run up to him and give him a hug from behind. "Oh thank God!" I say nuzzling my head into his neck.

He chuckles and turns around. He kisses my forehead and says, "Hey beautiful. You were supposed to stay in bed so I could bring you breakfast." He pretends to pout and I start poking his stomach.

"Aww I'm sorry. I really am. Really. So so sorry." I giggle sarcastically. He smiles at me and finally notices that I'm just wearing a sheet.

"Nice clothes. Just make sure not to where them at work." He winks at me and gets back to his task. I go through his t-shirt on and a pair of underwear and go back out to the kitchen, where Zayn is sitting at the table waiting. He eye brows burrow a bit and he frowns at his phone. I go up to him and ask what's wrong.

"I'm sorry Storm. Its just my mom said she has a surprise for me. That is never good." He sighs. 

"Oh... When do you have to go?" I ask, sad at the thought of  leaving after last night. His eyes brighten and he smiles down at his phone. He brings his eyes to mine and says, "We are leaving at 4:30 tonight." I smile at the thought of going anywhere with him but my stomach flips when I remember I'll be meeting his parents.

"Oh no... What if they don't like me? What if they make me leave you? What if you have to marry someone else? What if you fall in love with her?? Zayn!" I start pacing but get on my knees begging him. "Don't leave me? I love you way too much for that!"

He pulls me up and whispers, "Don't worry baby, I'm not leaving." His warm breath on my neck send chills down my spine. He gave a deep throaty chuckle as he felt my goosebumps. "Do I need to convince you?" 

"Yes!" I say too quickly. He laughs and picks me up bridal style then and we go to my room. 

Chapter twenty

 "I'm convinced." I say between breaths. Funny, I've never done this before, and yet I've done it four times in less than 24 hours. He laughs again and gets up. 

"Hey umm... Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks.

"Yes!!" I respond excited. I kiss him and tell him I love him.

"I love you too. Well Angel, we should get ready, much to my dismay." He tells me kissing my forehead.

"How many nicknames to I have?" I giggle. He looks me up and done and softly plants a kiss on my lips.

"So many." He looks into my eyes and I melt. I wrap my arms around his neck, ignoring my completely naked body.

"I love you so much..." I whisper into the crook of his neck.

He hugs me back and tells me, "I love you too, gorgeous." We get up and get dressed. I wear a nice pair of jeans, black converse to match my black shirt, with a red flannel to go over it. He wears a black button up with nice jeans and black shoes. We leave and an hour and a half later, we arrive. Saying this was a house is an understatement. This is a fucking mansion! I take a deep breath, in attempt to calm my nerves.

"You okay?" He asks, squeezing my hand.

"I'm fine." I respond, giving him a reassuring smile. He smiles back so I try to push down my feelings. 'This is for him, Storm. Get your shit together!' I tell myself. I get out of the car and wait for Zayn. We walk up to the door together and he knocks on the door.

A lady opens the door and invites us in. She takes us to the dining area where Zayns family is. A little boy, probably around the age of 10, comes running up to him and hugs