When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

2; Wind, luggage and unwanted roommates

Zayn

 

"Violet." I nudge Violet's shoulder, trying to awaken her from her slumber. It beats me how she even managed to fall asleep seated how she is; she has one leg up on the dashboard, her arms twisted behind her head and her chin resting rather awkwardly on her knee. "Babe, wake up."

She stirs awake and unfolds herself, stretching out her limbs and yawning. "What?" She groans.

"We're here." I grin.

She sits up immediately. "We are? Here? Like, at college?"

"No, change of plans. I took us to China."

She gives me an unamused look and smacks me on the arm before looking out the car window like a child seeing the world for the first time. Then, her excitement dies. "I can't do it."

I sigh. "Of course you can, come on." I go to open my door and she grips down on my arm tight, stopping me.

I turn to her, and she's bone white. Just looking ahead at all the students that eagerly rush around with their luggage. The place looks amazing, just buzzing with energy, and I can't wait to just get out there and get amongst it all. But Violet seems to have other ideas.

"Babe," I say. I really don't understand what she's so afraid of, this is what she wanted wasn't it? "Come on, everything's going to be alright."

She sits in silence for a bit and then turns and just looks at me, as if she's trying to figure something out. And I just stare back, because I don't really know what else to do. I feel for her hand and enclose her fingers in my own, and I squeeze tight. Then she smiles and nods and I think we're okay.

"Sorry," she apologises. "I-I just-"

"Hey," I interrupt. "It's okay. Let's get out our bags, huh?"

"Everyone out there looks so organised," she says, eyes flying back out to the window. "That person's suitcases match."

I crack a small smile. "Violet Smith, don't tell me you think these people are more organised than you. Are you forgetting who you are?"

She laughs. "Look, I'm just saying. My luggage doesn't match."

I lean closer towards her window and peer at the girl she's talking about. "She's ugly."

"Zayn! That's so rude!"

"Look, I'm just saying. That girl has nothing on you."

Violet smiles and looks at me. "Oh yeah?"

I wink. "Yeah."

She reaches up and kisses me gently. "Good."