Addicted z.m

Chapter 8

Discaimer!!! :

I am fully and completely aware of the recent rumours about Perrie and Zayn. I honestly have just a few hours ago (so like at around 10:00 six days after everyone else was informed) found out about the cheating scandal.

I want you to know that I respect Zayn and Perrie's relationship more than the average fan and I did not make this chapter based on recent events. It is purely just a mere coincidence. (I planned this chapter out a couple months ago)

The recent news is honestly very upsetting to hear and has put me a little on edge.. I apologise if this chapter has upset anyone in any way shape or form.

This time, the brightness of the light didn't leave me questioning where I was and why. The hand that traced the dip in the side of my stomach and the lips that left kisses on my shoulder were reminder enough of why I was filled with so much happiness.

I slowly turned on my back and stared up at the shirtless Adonis that hovered over me. He smirked at me and I smiled.

"I never took you for a fan of lace," he bit his lip, taking in my half naked state.

"You need to learn to stop making assumptions about me," I teased. "So far you've been wrong - what is this? - three times in a row?"

He laughed then kissed my cheek. "Alright, I'll stop assuming and just ask. You never cease to surprise me." He kissed my lips then sat up. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry," I shrugged, smiling up at him.

"Oh c'mon," he nudged me. "It's nine o'clock in the morning. You have to be peckish for something."

"I'm never hungry in the morning's anymore," I told him. "It's a college thing I guess."

He rolled over so that he was hovering only inches above me, his arms and knees holding him up. "No cereal? Yogurt? Not even a couple biscuits?"

"You're going to have to clarify on the whole biscuit thing now that we're in America."

"The cookies, love," he kissed my nose.

"Just checking," I kissed his in return. "Yogurt doesn't sound bad," I decided.

"Well, alright then." He stood up off the bed and grabbed my hands. He pulled me up and threw my arms around his neck, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Thank you," he whispered.

"What for?" I smiled.

"For giving me a chance to prove my worth." His thumbs rubbed patterns on my side.

"What are you? A knight?" I joked. "You're already worth the world to me, Zayn. I just need time to adapt to the changes, is all."

He studied my face carefully and I tried to read what he was thinking as he observed, but I was frustrating myself with thinking too hard. This was one of the things I would have to get used to - not being able to read him as easily.

"How about that yogurt, huh?" I pulled away from the embrace, leaving the only physical contact between us to our hands as I dragged him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

He set me on the counter then turned to dig though his fridge. Not a moment later he pulled out two small containers of Yoplait. He set them down on the counter next to me then opened a drawer to pull out two spoons.

We opened them both and took our first couple spoonfuls in silence.

"So," he spoke after swallowing. "What specifically has changed about me?" I could tell he tried to keep the conversation light, but he was serious and genuinely curious.