It's been a while since you and Zayn had seen each other. The tour has taken a lot from your relationship and so has the paparazzi. Sometimes you've thought of quitting altogether. But there was something about Zayn that kept you coming back no matter what. You sat there at the airport waiting for the super-star band to walk back on U.K. soil. You stood up on the chair and looked over the crowd of people exiting the plane to try and find the five boys with the perfect quiffs. You finally see him after a few minutes pass and you have the urge to run up to him and jump into his arms. But there was one thing stopping you: the paparazzi. You could see them standing there, poised, cameras in hand, ready to snap pictures of the five heart throbs. The thing about you and Zayn's relationship was that, well, no one knew about it except for the two of you and the rest of the boys. Zayn knew that if the paparazzi even got one picture of you with him then you would receive hate from all over the world and he didn't want that to happen to his girl. He also knew that Zayn would get a lot of hate from it too. So you two kept it quiet for nearly 2 months now, with not a single picture of the two of you together. It was stressful but worth it.
You peek over the crowd of people and see Zayn glancing around with sunglasses on. You aren't sure but you have a feeling he's staring at you, his face aimed at you. A smile spreads on his lips and you let out a grin. 'He's so perfect.' You think to yourself. You sit back down, trying not to attract any unwanted attention from the papes. "Hey, love." You hear a British accent say, a warm hand picking yours up. He cradles your delicate hand in his strong one and sits next to you. "Zayn, what are you doing?" You whisper, trying to pull away from Zayn even though you loved his touch. A warm fuzzy feeling spreads through your body. Love. "We can't be seen, Zayn." You say more urgently, hearing the papes yelling "Over there! He's over there!" Zayn takes off his glasses, that same smile still on his face, his brown eyes affixated on yours. "I'm not hiding anymore." He says. "I just want to tell the world that your mine." With that he scoops you up from the seat as if you were as light as a feather. You wrap your legs around his waist and he kisses your lips with such delicacy and meaning. Your eyes flutter shut as the dark of your eyelids brightens with each flash of the cameras.
