One Direction Imagines

Relaxing day off

Zayn- I glance around the rather empty bedroom the sigh I had been eager to hold back only exceeding from my lips. I hear a thump downstairs which In this case snatches my attention, my feet hitting the floor. I drag my poor tired body down the stairs in a sloth like manor, flipping my hair away from my eyes to avoid tumbling down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase my eyes fall on your startled figure causing a small smile to tug on the corners of my lips. "Id say you're struggling Malik." I tease a slight girly like giggle escaping my lips as your flour covered body stands now directly in front of me. "I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,  I know it's your day off and you deserve to rest, I was only trying to help and you see how well that turned out." His frantic thick British accent carries through my ears. I shake my head slightly placing a soft kiss to his cheek, swiping my index finger through the batter that was actually finished in the bowel on the island in the middle of the kithen."Pancakes huh?" I mumble wrapping my arms around his neck the smile only growing wider on my lips staring intently into those luscious chocolate/golden brown orbs of his. "You're right, I shouldn't have to do anything on my day off, but I also shouldn't be trapped away in that bedroom when I could be interacting with you, making pancakes on the only day we both have off, and the only day we actually are able to spend time together, ALONE!" I speak dramatically receiving a chuckle from you which instantly relaxes me. I lean against the counter lacing both of my hands with your own, my eyes landing upon them. "My hands were made in such way that only yours would fit perfectly within them" I speak cheekily goosebumps forming on my arms as well as legs simultaneously. "Cheesy pickup lines? I thought that was my thing lovely?" He mumbles in my ear in which I swear I hear him grin. "When you proposed you swore we'd share everything" I fire back causing us both to erupt in laughter. "I suppose you're correct, but only some things. Cheesy chat lines, we could share, I'm the master of course, need I remind you of the kitten one? You asked if id like to go with you to get a kitten the day you went off and got Prada, and I responded, I don't need to get one, I've got all the pussy I need right here." He gawks at me causing an instant blush to form on my cheeks earning a chuckle from him, he never fails to embarrass me. "Okay, you're the master at chat lines babe" I add loosening my grip upon his arms. I turn away from him grabbing the pancake batter filled bowl spilling a few somewhat perfect like circles onto the pan, feeling his familiar masculine arms snake around my waist, by instinct I lean into him resting myself completely against him. I feel his hands slowly finding their way into the front of my shorts causing my breathing to hitch drastically, I set the bowel down turning around facing him at this point shaking my head giggling softly. "How about those pancakes?" I question, his eyebrows furrowing causing me to smirk slightly.