Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

74. Embarrassing

On the ride back from London the next day, Edward and I took Zayn's car that he borrowed yesterday, and Zayn and Perrie took the car my brother used. Embarrassing

The long ride back consisted of mainly silence, but intent hand holding and finger play. We even ended up playing thumb war even though our hands were wrong.

Last night, when Edward confessed that his feelings for me were deeper than I expected, I froze. I stood in front of him, standing still and unsure how to even repsond. I should've said it back, because it felt like the right thing to do, but I couldn't. He told me that it was alright if I didn't feel the same way.

Everything else in the world but him was forgotten about, even when I left his room and the nice room service lady from before let me back into my suite so I could wait for Zayn. Nothing else mattered and all I heard was the echoing of his confession.

Last night, while I lay in my bed, I wished Edward was there.

I look over at him now, the windows down like how Zayn never really allows it to be because of his hair, and I watched as the forcing wind pushed the strands upon Edward's head around in a mess.

He smiled when he realized that I was watching him, and his cheeks splash with a bit of color before his eyes meet mine for just a moment.

"Are you okay?"

I wanted to tell him that I love him, too, but I didn't know if I truly did. Everything with him was so different and real, I wasn't sure what to make of the strong feelings I had. I was kind of scared of how real it all felt.

"You're just so handsome." I say instead. It wasn't a lie, either. He was physically flawless.

"Marley," He mumbled, shaking his head bashfully as his eyebrows come together and his cheeks become crimson. "Stop."

"I can't compliment you?" I smile softly, turning a bit in my seat as I raise his hand to my lips, contemplating just how red his face could get. "But your face has been sculpted by the angels and your eyes, God must've plucked the stars and placed them in your eyes himself. And your hair, it must come from the finest silk the angels could sow-"

"Marley, oh, my god." Edward groaned, his hand on the wheel tightening as his face turned brighter.

"You're adorable when you blush, ya know?"

"Oh, Jesus help me."

"Just saying." I quickly lean over the middle counsel and gave his warm cheek a soft peck before sitting myself right again.

"Why don't you sing for me, babe?"

"You want me to?" I raise an eyebrow and peek over at him. "Why?"

"I haven't heard you sing in a long time."

"It really hasn't been that long."

"C'mon, please?" His eyes peel away from the road to look over at me, pleading as his bottom lip juts out into a pout before his eyes move back to the road.

"Hm, fine. What do you wanna hear?"

"Uh, put your song list on shuffle and the first thing that pops up, you sing."

"Please don't make me do that." I groan quietly. My choice in songs aren't entirely popular, I never liked listening to songs that everyone around me knew. I had some, but the rest were more for my enjoyment.

"Why not?"

"Because, my song list consists of some of the most strict white girl shit."

"Okay, what's your most listened to song on there?"