crιnĸled ĸιѕѕeѕ || zerrie

crιnĸled ĸιѕѕeѕ || zerrιe

A few days until Christmas rolls around, and Perrie’s been buzzing around the house nonstop. Her annual Christmas party was in a few hours, and it seemed like nothing had been completed. The tree housed her favorite ornaments, tinsel, lights that mirrored the color of the pine needles—all standing proudly in its place in her shared flat.  Shared with her wonderful boyfriend of almost 4 years, Zayn—who had barely been a help during the renovation for this night—not like Perrie really asked for his help, or accepted it.  The radio set above the refrigerator in the kitchen quietly sung a few Christmas tunes into the scattered wall speakers through the rooms of their unit. The aroma of fresh cookies welled up into the room, along with the scents of other various foods resting on the tables in the living room and kitchen. Not only that, twinkly, solid, and multi colored lights hung all over the doorways, across the upper corners of the walls, and weaved onto railing of the balcony.  Everything else fell into place from there, but there was one thing missing. Mistletoe—Zayn’s favorite.  Since it was something he favored around this holiday, Perrie found it quite easy to discover the little green plant lying on top of the heaps of Christmas items in their closet. Hanging it up was a different story—even on her tiptoes, her small stature just exceeded the height of the tall doorway. 

“Ho Ho Ho!” Zayn mocked, exiting their bedroom dressed in a Santa costume—well—sort of. The outfit was worn, but without the jolly belly or beard to go along with it.  Perrie giggled, letting the skirt of her red Santa dress sway around playfully before continuing to strive for the mistletoe to stick to the top of the kitchen’s archway.  Though the dark haired boy found his girlfriend’s struggle amusing and beyond adorable, he also found her ways of being grateful quite satisfying.  One arm crushed her frame into his body from behind, while the other stretched up to steal the plant away, and place it up himself.  Afterwards, both his arms latched themselves around her waist while he nuzzled his lips into the crook of her neck—earning him a few squeals muffled in with soft laughter.

“Why are you only half dressed like Santa?” asked Perrie when released from her boyfriend’s clasp, rubbing the flat stomach that lacked any stuffing.  Zayn’s shoulders rose and fell with a small hushed chuckle.

“No one’s going to want to kiss a guy with a belly and an overgrown beard,” he explained.  Perrie cocked her head, a smirk graced onto her red lips—she whacked Zayn in the stomach with a bit of force.  His mouth gaped open into a ‘o’ shape before it diminished into a breathy laugh, stroking the spot victimized by her strong hand.

“That wouldn’t have hurt as much if you had the belly now would it?” informed the blonde smugly, before returning to her point, “I better be the only one getting to kiss Santa Claus tonight.”

“You’re the only one this jolly old man has eyes for,” said Zayn, intertwining his fingers with Perrie’s, bringing them up to his lips to pepper with tiny kisses—one oddity that the blue eyed beauty found rather tender, she adored it.  Perrie let another giggly smile glimmer onto her mouth, her cheeks tainted light crimson to match her outfit.

“That didn’t sound creepy at all,” she chuckled out—which Zayn mirrored.  Realization hit his face, followed by a knowing smirk.  His eyes tore away from Perrie and up at the doorway they were standing under—the mistletoe to be exact.  He looked back down, the same idea was rattling around in Perrie’s mind also, after inspecting where his eyes trailed to.

 She went up onto her tiptoes once again to reach the lips of her boyfriend, but he still towered over her—they met halfway when their lips finally entwined together.  The spark, it still fluttered around inside them like the butterflies meant to eternally float around in each other’s stomachs.  Each kiss clouded with even more affection, and always left them with huge smiles plastered on their faces—it also told others unaware of their current status how happy they were being with each other.  Usually, the two were mistaken for being a blossoming couple, fresh into the honeymoon phase—it always left the receiver of the actual information in awe of the connection they still seemed to keep alive and cherished.  What threw everyone off track was that after the extended amount of time they were together, that Zayn hadn’t popped the question to her already.  Perrie was also a bit curious too, the understanding of him wanting to have the assurance that they’d be together forever aside.