[y/n] POV
"Zayn,come on!" i exclaim, jumping beside hus car as he steps down the front porch. "Babe, calm down," he grins, causually approaching me, as if the weather wasnt chilly enough for him. "But its soooo cold!" i whine, my teeth chattering. Finally, he presses the unlock button from his starter. "Yes!' i exhale. Im about to race to the other side of the vehicle, but Zayn grabs ahold of my arm. "Wait." i spin around confused. "What are you-" Zayn raises his plam up to my mouth, touching my lips gently. He shakes his head in disappointment. "Your lips are chaped." he whipsers. "o-oh." i nervously stare into his eyes. "Ill just-" before i get the chance to reach into my purse for my Chapstick, he stops me. "I got it." he insists, urgently digging into his jean pocket. Pulling his own out, he opens the cap. I freeze the entire time, allowing him to dab the stick onto my rough lisp. "There." he annoucnes. He leans in, giving my lips a quick peck. " They're much more kissable now."
