Via's POV
Via: Dinner?
Zayn: Nah. I'm still full.

I heard his phone ringing and he answered it. The loudspeaker is on so I can hear the conversation.

:Phone Conversation:
Zayn: Hello, Harry.

Harry's calling him. I hope he'll not tell Harry where I am or else I will be moving to another place again.

Harry: Bro, are you at London?
Zayn: (glances at me)

I gave him the don't-tell-him-where-i-am-or-i'm-going-to-kill-you look.

Zayn: (continues talking to Harry on the phone) Yeah. I'm already in London. You're still at Los Angeles?
Harry: Yeah. But in the next three days we will be going home.
Zayn: Okay.
Harry: Any sign of Via there?

I froze from hearing my name.
Zayn: (glances at me once again)
Via: (mouths) No, please don't tell them.
Zayn: Errrmmm. No, I don't know where she is.
Harry: Okay.

I can feel the loneliness in Harry's voice but i'm really mad at him for cheating on me.

Zayn: See you soon, buddy.
Harry: right see you soon.

Zayn turns his phone off. "Thanks, Zayn," i told him while i'm heading to the kitchen to cook dinner. "No problem," he replied. He went to the poolside.

Via; (loud voice since Zayn's at the poolside) What about your clothes, Zayn.
Zayn: (calls back) I already called Marchelo to buy me clothes and he'll be here in any minute.
Via: Okay.

After 30 minutes, i already finished cooking. I heard a splash of water in the poolside and I saw Zayn swimming on the pool, half- naked. I put the cooked food on a bowl and rice on a medium plate. I head to the dining area and prepares for dinner. I heard Zayn's voice.
Zayn: Via?
Via: yes?
Zayn: Do you have any towel?
Via; Just wait for a second.

I went to my closet and gets my unused towel and i head to the pool. He gets out of the pool and I tried not to look at him since he's half- naked. I gave him the towel still not looking at him.

Zayn: (chuckles) Oh come on,Via.
Via: (shut up Zayn)
Zayn: (puts the towel around him)

And I look at him. Then he took a step closer to me. I want to step back but he held my waist so that I can't escape.
Via: Zayn, let go of me.

His face is now an inch away from me.
Zayn: (stares directly in my eyes) I have to tell you something.

I didn't speak then he continues.

Zayn: If I could give you one thing in my life. I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes only then you realize how special you are to me.

I look down breaking the eye contact. When he said those words, I can feel the love and.. I don't know. When I look at him again, he leans in. When we were about to kiss...

???: Monsieur Zayn!

Zayn chuckles and turns to Marchelo...
Marchelo: i interrompu un moment agréable. {i interrupted a sweet moment}

I head to the dining area and eat my dinner. Zayn drags Marchelo to the living room and he said something to him. I listened to their conversation but I didn't understand it. The language is not French anymore. I think it's Portuguese or I don't know.

Zayn: Ela é a única, Marchelo! {She's the one, Marchelo!}
Marchelo: Então, ela é o que você está procurando? {So she's the one you're looking for?}

In their way of talking I didn't see anger. They're happy. If only I can understand Portuguese.

Zayn: Ela não é realmente Emilia Eduque. Ela é Olivia Connelly a garota que eu amo! {She's not really Emilia Eduque. She's Olivia Connelly the girl I love!}

Wait, did he just say my name?

Marchelo: I'm sure you two are perfect for each other.

Glad Marchelo spoke English. I heard my name so he is talking about me. That time i can feel my cheek turning red.

Zayn: Thanks for the clothes Marchelo... See you soon..
Marchelo: Vous êtes les bienvenus, monsieur. {you are welcome, sir}

And Marchelo leaves my house...