Moments

Our Delicacy.

Mindy:

My eyes fluttered open to the white luminous walls of my room. The shades have been pushed aside to bring in a great amount of natural light inside. Singing was flowing out of the bathroom. Zayn. His voice was so soothing and beautiful. I laid there exposed to the outside world. Saturday was a day where I could rest and feel relaxed. The pouring water from the shower had stopped, though Zayn's singing did not. I pulled the duvet away from my body and headed towards the bathroom. Steam flowed out onto my feet as I opened the door. The humidity of the room was intesnse.

"Zayn?" I searched for him. 

"Over here, love." He stood with his back to me. Naked.

Every girl would DIE to be me right now. From his toned tanned back to his towering height. He was handsome.

"What do you wanna do today?" Zayn wrapped a towel around his body. 

"I don't know. Just relax." I walked towards him. 

"Sounds good." His chest to was my back.

I left his arms to go brush my teeth, but he pulled me back facing him this time. His eyes were piercing, but yet so delicate. One of his arms were on the small of my back and the other holding my hand. His lips were teasing mine as I tried to kiss him.

"Baby. Please." I pleaded for his lips.

Instead of giving what I wanted, he hummed against my lips. I couldn't take it any longer, so I turned my head. He growled and turned my head towards him. We both stared into each others eyes. Then there it was. Our kiss was something else. It was perfection. We pulled back simulteaneously. I smiled as did he.

"I'll let you do what you need to do." Zayn left the bathroom.

He left me alone in the bathroom. By then the steam had gone away and I was able to see myself in the mirror. I looked horrendous. Baggy eyes, hair tousled everywhere, baggy clothing. My heart warmed at the thought that even though I looked like shit, Zayn still loved me with all his heart.

I quickly did my morning routine as usual and headed to the kitched, where the delightful aroma of food was coming from. Zayn stood there only in some sweatpants. His bare back was facing me as he cooked some eggs. I slowly came up behind him and delicately touched his toned back. At first, he tensed up showing all the muscles finely, but then relaxed a bit once he knew that it was me. I snaked my arms around his torso and placed my cheek on his smooth back. He was so warm. I felt him chuckle as I pulled away.

"What was that about?" Zayn got some plates. 

"What? Do you not like it?" I cocked an eyebrow. 

"No, no. I didn't say anything like that. But I do have to say that I loved it." He sat down next to me at the breakfast bar. 

"And what did you like about it, Mr. Malik?" I giggled. 

"Your warm nimble fingers that delicately traveled along my back, Miss Ngo. Or should I say Miss Soon-To-Be-Malik." He began to kiss along my jawline. 

"You're so silly." I laughed and pushed him away.

We ate breakfast and cleaned the dishes. My morning started off splendid, but I just hope my day goes the same.

We stayed in watching movies, TV, played board games, and just admired each other's presence. Just having this day with him, made me forget all those rumors that were spreading. It made me realize that no matter what they say isn't true. Our relationship was fragile and delicate. I do have to thank that these rumors brought me and Zayn closer and we have a stronger trust between us. I couldn't imagine my life right now with anybody else.

But soon quite after I had thought that, our phones were going off like crazy. Messages were coming from all over and Twitter mentions were popping up like crazy over my screen and his. Calls from the lads kept ringing.

"You might wanna check out twitter, mate. It's about you and Mindy." Harry spoke from the other side of the phone.

We did as we were told. I couldn't believe it and neither could Zayn.