Chapter Eight

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"Can we get married?" I whisper. Zayn chuckles softly.
"I've waited so long to hear you say that."
"You want to marry me?"
"Til death do us part."
Is that forever? Or is that anytime? Why am I so hung up on forever.
"You're getting old...death might come quicker for you."
I laugh quietly so I Dont wake up Taylor.
"I'm going to marry you and we're gonna have a trillion kids."
A trillion. Who would want that many kids.
"Can we adopt?"
He laughs, "Anything for you, princess."
Marriage. My parents had a horrible marriage and they are still together. My mom is still cheating and my dad is still working. I wonder if my mom knows that he tried. Or did he? Zayns mom burned in a fire and his dad remarried and has three boys. I wonder what that's like; it must be a horrible feeling.
"Princess?"
"Frog?"
"I thought you fell asleep..I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Do you miss her? Your mom?"
"In a way I do, but she was sick. She died long before the house caught on fire."
My grandmother was sick but she still had life. Then, Zayn. I feel sick thinking about it and maybe I should hate him but I can't. I breathe in to keep from crying.
"I'll never do anything to hurt you. Ever." Zayn whispers. His voice is husky and low.
"Me either."

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