I want to be loved by you - Ziam

The Date (Part 2)

Here's another update for you all, hope you all like it!

I have dedicated this chapter to @Mackgirl_06 - My bestest directioner buddy! :D

Enjoy:

Liam POV

 

After spending a few hours relaxing at the park, Zayn and I were back at my apartment. Zayn seemed to be having a good time so far, great! I had decided to cook dinner for him, a little romantic gesture. Yes, I know what you’re thinking - Harry’s the cook; not me. That’s true, Harry is the best cook of us five, but I believe my food isn’t that much worse that his. It’s better that Louis’ at least; although that’s not much of an achievement. Zayn better like the food anyway!

We walked into the kitchen. Zayn had his arms round my waist and his chin on my shoulder as we walked. I turned round; about to tell him that I couldn’t really cook in this position, but instead looked into his eyes. I found myself just staring deep into those dark chocolate brown pools, getting lost in them. Before I knew it, I was leaning in. I captured his top lip in between mine then pulled it away slightly, coming back to fit my lips perfectly against his. No matter how many times I kissed him it would always give me that feeling in my stomach; send shivers down my spin; make my breath hitch; my heart rate quicken. It was magical.

I had my arms round his waist, but I let my hands wander, travelling up the back of his shirt. I began to rub my hands up and down his back, dragging my fingers down a little. I could feel him shudder against my touch. I loved that I could make him feel like that, have that much control over him.

We pulled away, short of breath. I grabbed the underneath of Zayn’s thighs and lifted him up, placing him back down on the table top. I turned around beginning to cook. I had prepared all the ingredients this morning, so all I needed to do was cook them.

Zayn and I stayed silent for most of the time. It wasn’t awkward; we just didn’t find anything to say, so we didn’t say anything.

I was had cooked simple noodles with chicken. The chicken was in a sauce, cooked fully now. The noodles were almost ready, but I had to test if they were fully cooked yet. Then, an idea sprang into my head. When noodles are cooked, they become sticky; that’s how you check if they are done. I looked over to Zayn; he was staring blankly at the wall beside me, with a thoughtful expression on his face. I quickly grabbed a couple of the noodle, whizzed around, and threw them at him. They hit Zayn straight in the face. Bull’s-eye! His gaze snapped to my face. He looked angry but he had that mischievous glint in his eye. He smiled cheekily then walked slowly over to me.

Just as he arrived face to face with me, I wondered what he was going to do. He reached into the pan and took a handful of the noodles, smashing them to my face. I laughed, a few of them had fallen to the floor but I didn’t care.

“Revenge,” Zayn stated with a smirk.

He leaned in and grabbed a noodle off my cheek between his teeth and began eating it. That just made me chuckle even more.

“Tastes great,” he said then kissed my cheek.

Zayn POV

Liam had served the meal and we both sat at the small table, eating together. I twirled some noodles round my fork and reached them out to Liam. He smiled and leaned over, as I slipped the fork between his lips. He pulled away and chewed the food, making a satisfied ‘mmmm’.