Back For You [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

~Saman~

I'm Saman, I'm 17 years old.
There's not a lot to know about me, I was born and raised in London but moved here to California two years ago.

I'm a happy person, I have the best boyfriend ever, The one i'd die for, Zayn. Zayn Javadd Malik.
He's the same age and he's right next to me right now.

Zayn's face is so beautiful, just looking at it now makes me want to squeeze him. He's watching TV, his favourite, football.

And now he's looking back at me, did I stare too long or what?
I raise my eyebrow playfully.

"Saman?" Gosh I love it when he says my name.

"yeah?"

" im bored!"

I try to think of something entertaining but can't, so I just say

"Me too!"

He looks at me excitedly
" lets play a game! Guess what? I made it up!"

"Really? what is it?"

"Kissing"

"oh wow! how do we play it?" I asked sarcastically, obviously knowing that he wants to kiss, and honestly... So do I..

Zayn stood up making me stand as well

He puts one of his large hands on my a**, the other one on the back of my head and leans in to kiss me. Without any hesitance, I attach my lips to his soft, pink ones, his breath tickling my lips.
Our lips move in perfect sync as he traces his tongue across my lower lip, then followed by biting it.
I feel him smile through the kiss, he let's out a chuckle and kisses me harder, clearly showing that he's enjoying it.

And then out of the blue, his phone rang.

We both parted, Zayn picked up his phone and went to another room... I sighed and sat down on the couch, turned on the tv and started to switch channels as nothing good was on.
I landed on Jeremy Kyle's show and it was an episode of where a girl's ex came to her house and murdered her boyfriend. Horrible people these days..
Whilst watching it, my mind slowly drifted and now I'm thinking about my ex, Alex. Not in an "I love him and miss him" way. No, I'm thinking about the crap he did to me, the lies I believed and when we did break up, Zayn was here, he saved me from that devil..
Zayn came out and told her that he was extremely sorry and that he has to go.  He kissed me on my cheek and left. I was left alone at home .