One Direction Book

Zayn Malik x Blind!Reader - Make Love To Me

Annadora_tonks, this is for you. ❤️

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I woke up to someone stroking my hair. Long, thick fingers combed through my most likely unruly bed-head, dull fingernails lightly scratching at my scalp here and there with each caress and petting movement of their hand.

Though I couldn't see who it was, the distinct smell of an intoxicating, expensive men's cologne as well as the slight hint of cigarette smoke filled my nostrils, telling me it was my loving boyfriend, Zayn Malik.

Yeah, the Zayn Malik from the 'World's Biggest Boy Band' according to most articles and tabloids about One Direction. He was my boyfriend, even though he could have anyone in the world.

I never really understood why he picked me at all, as I was sure there were better girls on planet earth that could do better than I could. Zayn had to take care of me and I could barely take care of him, thanks to my sense of sight not being there.

The sound of my boyfriend's lovely singing voice humming a beautiful melody snapped me from my upsetting thoughts, making me ease deeper into the comforter that held to my chest in a light fist. "Good morning, Angel," Zayn whispered, making me blush. "'Morning." I kept my voice soft and modest, as that's how I usually felt around him.

No matter how long we've been together, he always makes me feel all shy and tingly inside, just a simple word or touch and all the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter around along with my heart as it skips a beat every time.

"You didn't have a nightmare last night." Zayn sounded proud of me, and to be honest, I was kind of proud of myself, too. I barely get sleep due to a certain incident replaying in my mind as I sleep, the memory torturing me in my own dreamscape. And whenever I do sleep, I usually have nightmares which cause me to wake up and not be able to fall asleep again.

I hummed in response, shifting forward to get closer to Zayn, my face brushing and nuzzling into his bare chest. His warm skin moved with every breath he took, making me feel all tingly inside. My hands moved to feel around, finding themselves on Zayn's torso, one under my chin and one on his hip, which quickly moved to his back so I could wrap my arm around him.

Zayn wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close while his other hand remained in my hair. I felt his lips on the top of my head and heard a soft smooching sound, meaning he kissed me. A small giggle fell from my lips as I returned the favor and pressed a kiss to the skin that was right in front of me.

The man holding me knew all about what had happened to me and tried his hardest to gain every ounce of my trust. It was hard though, since the incident I went through had a male assaulter involved.

We met about a little over a year before he left One Direction, two years after we started to date, and now a year later, we're still together. I moved in about six months ago and went on every tour he planned, as he didn't want me to be alone and often worried that if I was by myself someone would hurt me and get away with it, as my previous assaulters had before I met him.

And Zayn was determined to take it slow with me. Soft kisses on the lips that didn't last all that long unless I felt comfortable with a gentle snog, kisses on the forehead, cheek, temple, the top of my head, my shoulders, my hand, and very rarely on my neck to show he was there.

Hugs both the front, back, side, holding my hands, linking our arms, and even carrying me around if I wanted as well. Zayn wanted me to feel as comfortable and as safe with him at all costs. But most importantly, he wanted me to feel loved and respected.

No one has ever shown me the love and kindness Zayn has, not even my own parents. Hell, I found it odd that someone was actually taking notice and showing compassion and sympathy towards me. When I had told Zayn no one had treated me like he had, he was upset about it and that just fueled the fire of his motivation to make me feel human.