"I can bring a smile to your face, tears to your eyes and even a thought to your mind. What am I?"
"It's you, Sir." She answered softly. Zayn's face fell for a split second before he smiled. His eyes which were once cold were happy and held a certain light in them that made Quinn dizzy. She loved the little light in his eyes.
"You're wrong." Zayn says, laughing triumphantly.
"You're wrong!" His laughs echo throughout the big bedroom.
"You make me laugh and you've made me cry. I think about you all the time. That riddle doesn't have a definite answer. There's various answers. Memories, emotions like heartache..but above all, you."
"Memories. It was memories." Zayn says, fists clenched next to him. Quinn watched him with bewildered eyes. His hair was ruffled as if his hands had ran through them. His eyes were red and he looked tired.
She was glad he was tired. He shouldn't have been able to sleep after what he did last night. He brought someone home last night. She knew this because of the screams heard from the floor below her. The person was brought to the basement and the person died.
"Did you..um..do her?" Quinn asks, chained hands automatically going up to block her face. She was scared he would hit her. Zayn's smile faded as he looked at the girl. She was shaking and her eyes were red. She had dropped weight which was visible since she didn't eat anything Zayn gave her. Softly, Zayn laces his fingers with hers, slowly pulling her hands down.
She doesn't dare make eye contact; instead she looks at the floor.
"Look at me, Quinn." He demands.
She listens to his words-not wanting to get slapped again. She looks up into his eyes and melts into them. Eyes show things about people. They hold stories of pain, of joy, of happiness...Quinn knew this. And she also knew Zayn wasn't a horrible terrible monster. No matter how many people he killed, no matter how many times he hurt her. She firmly believed there was good in him. She knew this because of the beautiful pain in his amber eyes.
"No, I didn't sleep with her. Or with anyone. Just you and only you." He presses his lips-which were smooth yet rough in texture-to hers. She kisses him back softly, hands cupping his face softly. He gently picks her up, placing her on his lap. She straddles him, rocking back and forth onto him. His lips roam from her lips to her neck, pecking and nicking at the fragile skin.
"W-why? I mean..why me? There's prettier girls."
"Because, you're so beautiful and smart. I've claimed you," he said, rubbing over the ZAP! carved into Quinn's thigh.
"You're mine and only mine. So it's only fair that I'm yours and only yours."
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FanfictionIn which Quinn would do anything for Zayn-even lose the one thing she cared for the most. "you're looking in the wrong place for my love; don't think because you're with me this is real"
