Trisha and my mum really hit it off, swapping recipies and reminiscing.

"Harry would streak around naked and I couldn't catch him."

Zayn entwines our fingers on the couch, his body shaking with laughter.

"Don't laugh Zayn, you wet your bed until you were-"

"Mum," he groans.

It's my turn to laugh at him as my mum's nimble fingers flip through an old scrapbook.

"You were so cute babe."

"I still am," I pout.

His eyes twinkle and he smiles before pecking me on the lips.

"You still are," he assures.

"I know I'm still young Zayn but I'm so in love."

My head falls onto his shoulder and Trisha coos.

"Why didn't I have a love story like these two?"

Mum shakes her head probably thinking the same thing and my heart does a somersault.

My lips find his earlobe as I say "I hope we're always like this."

"Don't worry love," his thumbs rub cricles in my hips and I fight back tears.

I never dreamed I would fall in love at eighteen and be stuck in love at nineteen.

"Anne, I'm taking Harry to my place. Enjoy the Yorkshire pudding."

"Thank you sweetie."

Sloppy cheek kisses are shared before Zayn snatches my hand and leads me out the door.

It's pouring rain so he opens his umbrella and opens the car door for me.

...

"Are you cold babe?"

I nod and we huddle together under a blanket.

His skin radiates heat and his warm mouth presses to mine.

my wrists are almost healed now

my wrists

sung for him

picking a tune

from open wounds

"Tell me again about the storm within your heart."

"It's you Zayn. You take me by storm. I drown in thoughts of you."

"I don't want you to drown babe."

"But I want to, let me sit in the rain, let me-"

and his

wet lips

are moist

like

raindrops

hot words

leap across

my skin

and suddenly

i'm stretching

out,

touching

the soft

yielding warmth

of his skin

He pulls away and I gasp for air.

"I love listening to our hearts beat languages we can't translate word for word."

"Me too but...can we dance?"

"You pick the song."

"I'll sing for you," I smile.

i wear your winter coat

the one you love to wear

so i keep feeling close

to us beyond compare

the moment we can have

you catch me in your eyes

that beauty on my pillow

that holds me in the night

and i will my strength

to untape my mouth

when i used to be afraid of the words

but with you i've learned

just to let it out

now my heart is ready to burst

"You sing and move so gracefully but I can't even move my feet."

A tear slips from his eye but I'm quick to kiss it away.

"Why are you crying babe? Hey," my lips find the corner of his mouth. "I'm never going to let anything come between us. You know that right?"

He nods, his lashes wet with tears.

"How can you be so sure? Do you know what it's like to have everything ripped away from you? I," he chokes on his words as my arms envelope him.

My fingers ruffle his hair.

"I'm yours."

"I woke up at three in the morning, alone Harry. Not a single text or phone call and I felt so cold. Cold and empty like my heart was hollow, just taking up space in my ribcage. I didn't know a heart could convey that much pain. It was sheer agony."

My heart hiccups because it's a terrifying reality. I feel his sadness creep up my own chest. How do you get over that, someone taking your heart and running off with it?

"I need you to be sure of it Zayn," my words get lost in the crook of his neck. "I'm yours."

one kiss so he knows

two kisses so he can remember

three kisses just for emphasis

It must have felt like getting punched repeatedly in the stomach.

Like a knife puncturing his heart.

So I run the pad of my thumb alomg his bottom lip.

He's mine too, his passion for me seeping out of his bones, his skin weeping with love.

swift

consuming pain

and traitorous

words

bone crushing

pain and fresh

hot tears

stomach clenching

I hope he believes every word I gasp and breathe against his skin.

"Forever and always, your all and more."

eyes wide

and wet

chin trembling

and heart recoiling

in his ribs,

snapping into two

His heart hammers with each word

"I've never loved like this before.I'll never leave you Zayn. We made a promise of our love."

"I know, I know. Why am I so scared?"

"I don't know Zayn."

I tug him onto the couch and pull him into my lap, my fingers carding through his soft hair.

"Thanks for dancing with me, even though you stepped on my foot."

"Sorry love."

"It's okay."

I smile and he pokes my dimples.

"Your happiness is my happiness."

"Without You by Cloves."

"What babe?"

My cheeks warm as I admit "I like that song. I know I talk about 70s British rock and The Rolling Stones but I'm a softie and that song is bloody beautiful."

if i fall can you pull me up

is it true, your watching out

and when I'm tired,

do you lay down with me

in my head so i can sleep without you

hey, hey

without you there's

holes in my soul

"I can feel your heart thud against my back."

The rain is soothing and I hear the accompanying lull of his heart.

"When you're with me I like the rain but when you're away all it does is soak my clothes."

"Because I soak your soul."

"Yes," he sighs. "Drench my soul Harry."

His breathing grows swallow and his eyes close, soft snores coming from his slightly parted mouth.

He usually doesn't snore but he's probably exhausted. Final exams are coming up. That means grading and stress and frenzied last minute emails about grades.

It also means I'm graduating; that we're free but I don't know where my future is heading.

I want him in it.

That's the only thing I'm certain of.

A/N: would you guys be in favor or opposed to me skipping ahead to graduation? Summer is going to take up a large portion of time