Imagines/Oneshots (One Direction, Ed Sheeran, etc.)

Zayn 2: Keeping Warm

I woke up to see Zayn, sleeping like a baby. Hair in all directions with the little hints of blonde sticking out here and there. His eyelashes flutter because he's dreaming. I pulled myself up and kissed his cheek before I snuck off the bed and into the kitchen.

I ran back into the bedroom and opened the closet. I grabbed the most comfortable thing I saw first, his gray hoodie. Running back into the kitchen, I make him breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and toast. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and soft lips just lightly brush against the crook of my neck waiting for the toast.

"Good morning princess." I heard a husky voice whisper.

"Hey Zayn." I replied, giggling as his warm breath tickles my shoulder. I then begin to freeze, not realizing he took his sweatshirt off of me.

Little goosebumps covered my arms and legs as Zayn unwraped his arms.

"Are you really that cold Y/N?" he asked, his words prancing around my head.

"Just a little." I replied, grabbing the warm bread from the toaster.

"Well, we'll have to change that." Zayn grabbed the toast out of my hand and put it on the plate. He picked me up and carries you to the bedroom.

"Wait here" he demanded. I covered up as much as I could in the California king bed. Zayn served me breakfast in bed and when we finished, he washed the dishes. We spent the rest of the morning cuddling, and keeping warm.