Seven-Hundred Thirty Days (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction)

Notice I've Been Here The Whole Time

Mmm... warm.

I smiled and snuggled deeper into my pillow. Paradise.

One warm pillow. One warm blanket. One warm bed. One happy Charity.

I snuggled again and my pillow sighed deeply.

Wait...

What the fuck!

My eyes flew open to see a smiling Liam. "G'morning, love." He said cheerily. I looked at the clock behind him. 10:37 a.m. Joy! I had slept for four hours. I am such a bad girl. "Is my hair all messed up?" I asked yawning. "Nope. It's perfect."

Liam was acting strangely. Like a boy. Well, okay, I take that back but he was acting like a teenage boy, a hormonal one. "Do a twitcam with me?" He asked grinning. Eeewwww. Cameras. Fine. "Okay. Let me fix my hair first." I said with a sigh. Why was I so gullible? "Meet me in the living room." He said while kissing my forehead.

Speaking of living, my life was over.

Zayn. Zayn had loved me, or, I thought he had. He doesn't anymore though. Zayn and I had been madly in love. I looked at the ring on my middle finger. An Infiniti ring with a diamond in the center. I had never knew what it was for, but never took it off either. I know what it is now though. I smirked. It made me feel so stupid now that I remember. I shouldn't have it on, because now it meant nothing. Why should I wear it? Stupid ring.

Correction.

Stupid promise ring.

I slid the ring off of my finger and took a deep breathe. There it was. Z.J.M. Three tiny letters etched into the inside of the ring. I couldn't believe it. I left the bathroom and walked out into the living room, where Liam was talking to camera.

".. and it really was just a great experience overall. I really enjoyed meeting all of you fans. I can't wait for the show tonight. I'm gonna steal some phones, yeah?"

I plopped down next to him on the couch and grabbed the yogurt that was on the table. "Thanks for the breakfast." I said smugly. He shot me a dirty look. "I was planning on eating that, loser." I laid down so that I was reclining against Liam's side. "Sounds like a personal problem." I said, popping the 'p'.

"You, my friend," he chuckled. "Are in need of constant supervision." I huffed. "Rude! Liam!"! He chuckled and looked down to me, staring into my eyes. Liam had the most amazing eyes; they were so mesmerizing and beautiful. Just like his voice, oh, especially when he sang. He was so perfect and... Wait, what? This was Liam that I was thinking about.

Why did I feel like this?

"Has anyone ever told you that you have absolutely amazing eyes?" He murmured softly while stroking my cheek with his knuckles. Oh, Liam.. Wait, no. I sighed. "I was just thinking the same thing about you." I said softly and reached up to cup his cheek. A small smile touched his face as he very slowly leaned towards me.

'Kiss me, Liam.' I whispered in my head. Why? Why do I want Liam to kiss me! I've never felt this way before, wait, have I? I remembered.. It's hard to explain why I've remembered. It's as if I remember, but I don't.

He was so close to kissing me now. I could still back out... No. I wanted to kiss Liam. I don't know why, but I did. He stopped a hair away from my face. I wanted this so bad that I was about to jump up and kiss him. He stared into my eyes decisively. 'Please.' I thought I my head. 'Please, just kiss me.' Why was he making me wait?

This was different. Here we were, me and Liam, a hair away from each others faces, upside-down. This reminded me of how Spider-Man and Mary Jane kissed, but Liam stayed still. Maybe he wasn't planning on kissing me, maybe he was just trying to.. uh... hmm, intimidate me, maybe?