The following week…
“Good morning, gorgeous!” I heard as I reluctantly lifted my head off my pillow.
The first thing I saw was, well, it was Zayn.
In my room.
In my bed.
Under my sheets.
“What the hell, Zayn?! Why are you in my bed? At…” I looked over to the clock, “7 in the morning?!” I asked him seriously confused.
“I slept here last night, you don’t remember?” he replied in a calm voice.
“What? Wait, Zayn. Please tell me that we didn’t you know…” I asked him looking in all other directions except his.
“I’m hurt you don’t remember! You were really enjoying it last night.” he said with a smirk on his face.
“OH MY GOD! ZAYN!” I said back, my face completely flushed.
“Riley, Riley. Please calm down, I was just kidding.”
“Thank God.” I said as I sighed in relief.
After I composed myself I lightly slapped Zayn’s arm.
“Oh come on, you know you would’ve done it.” he teased.
“What is that even supposed to mean? And Zayn, please. Not even in your dreams.” I replied back with a little giggle.
“And I can’t believe you don’t remember that I only kept you company last night! You weren’t even drunk. You’re so silly.” he told me as he put his arm over my shoulder.
“Ok well you have to understand that I am not a morning person.” I explained. “I just don’t like to wake up so… early.”
“Maybe I can help with that.” he said as he inched closer toward my face pressing his lips onto mine in the softest way.
When we parted I let out a little giggle saying, “That helps.”
He looked at me with a smile and said, “Let me help some more.” pressing his lips to mine, this time more fiercely.
It sent shivers up my spine.
I kissed him back just as hard. He flipped me so that he was hovering over me, still kissing me.
We did this for a little less than a minute not stopping unless we needed to breathe. I decided to be a tease and stop juuust as he was really getting into it.
“We have the whole summer for this Zayn. Right now, it’s time to eat breakfast.” I told him placing a little peck on his nose before I slid out from under him to head to the bathroom.
Just as I shut the door I saw Zayn bury his head into my pillow with a loud sigh.
Oh, I could definitely get used to waking up like this.
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“Hey babe” Zayn greeted me as I made my way into the kitchen. Leaving a sweet kiss only forehead while I walked passed him on my way to the pantry.
“So, do pancakes and waffles sound good?” I asked him my head still snooping around the food-filled closet.
“Sounds delightful. I’ll help you cook them.”
I could almost hear him smiling from excitement.
We mixed the batter and turn the stove on.
“I’ll make the pancakes and when I’m done you can make the waffles. ” I told him as I poured some batter into the hot pan.
“Ok, I don’t mind. Anything for my beautiful girlfriend.”
“Oh hush, stop being corny.”
He hugged me from behind as I watched the pancake in the pan, “but I can’t help it, you’re just so..”
“So…?”
“Beautiful. Intelligent. Funny. Perfect.” he said leaving pecks on my neck after each word.
I turned around and kissed him quickly on his lips.
“Thay was very very cheesy Zayn. But it was sweet.”
“Did I mention, you look sexy when you cook.” he told me as he pulled me into another kiss.
This was full on making out. Tongue and everything. Zayn was such a great kisser. He wasn’t too rough but he wasn’t too gentle either. He hands shifted toward my hips and I could feel his grip tighten. Once again, I got goosebumps all over.
I was so caught up in it and enjoying this kiss that I was completely unaware of our surrounding. We were completely unaware of our surroundings.
“Whats for —- Ew! Guys. Get a room!” Niall said when he walked into the kitchen catching Zayn and I in the middle of our passion filled moment.
How freaking embarrassing.
“Oh goodness sorry, Niall. Um. The pancakes will be done soon.” Zayn told Niall as I was too embarrassed to say anything.
Niall took one look at the stove top and laughed, “I don’t think we’re having pancakes for breakfast anymore.”
I turned around to see what he was talking about.
“Oh no! The pancakes!” I exclaimed, quickly turning off the stove.
Zayn looked as well and started laughing. “Those Are definitely burnt.”
“Yeah, no kidding. Thanks a lot, Zayn. ” I said jokingly.
“It’s ok, Rile. We still have waffles. “
I sighed in comfort as I gave Zayn a hug.
Since the weather was shit and all the boys were hungover from a house party we had gone to the previous night, the rest of the day was spent indoors, watching movies and napping with Zayn.
It might not sound like much, but Zayn made days like these the best anyone could ask for.
It may seem as if Zayn and I have been moving too fast, but it didn’t feel like that at all. I like to think of it as time made up for all the time lost.I felt a connection with the him the first day that I’d met him, and I knew something good would come out of it. So why not?
He’s here, I’m here, and we’re together.
