Zalfie Oneshots

Magic

Zoë's POV

His chocolate brown eyes gazed into mine in a way that made my heart leap out of my chest.

"What are you staring at?" I felt butterflies in my stomach and my voice was slightly raised with amusement. Three years on and he still makes me feel like a teenage girl with a crush.

"You." He simply says, that sexy little side smirk he's had since we met creeping onto his face, his eyes never leaving mine. Well that bloody did it didn't it. My stomach did a loop the loop and my heart decided to go with it; I couldn't help but let an enormous grin eat up my face, my cheeks going a dark shade of pink almost immediately.

"Gorgeous!" I whined, he knows I can't take a compliment.

"Come here." He motioned with his hand for me to move from the doorway where I had been standing to our bed where he was sitting. He'd just finished editing his vlog so we were both done for the night, and I'd ordered a pizza for us (I know - unhealthy, but who cares) to share that was going to be delivered in an hours time.

Alfie shut down his laptop and placed it on the floor as I walked over and he sat up against the headboard with one arm bent behind his head and the other outstretched for me to cuddle into, so I did just that. Alfie kissed my forehead gently and pulled me closer, and then we lay there for a few minutes in silence. A content silence. A peaceful silence. A happy silence. A silence that made me realise how happy I am with my life right now, and how I'm going to keep it this way for as long as I can.

I looked up at the young man lying beside me, his eyes on the ceiling, a smile on his lips, his hand stroking my arm and his legs intertwined with mine.

"What are you thinking about?" My gentle voice broke the silence.

Alfie turned his head towards me, his smile only getting wider, and kissed my forehead again before kissing my nose and pulling us both up into a sitting position. I smiled at his loving actions, the butterflies taking flight again, and moved so we were sitting opposite one another on our pillows, my legs curled up to my chest and leaning on the headboard, his either side of me in a way that makes me feel safe and secure, and his face still adorned with that gorgeous, adorable little smile.

"You know what I was thinking about?" He spoke softly with a voice I only hear when he says those 3 little words to me that quickly became my favourite from the minute he first said them. I shook my head gently and smiled softly at him, telling him to tell me.

"I was thinking about the way you put your hair into a bun that's so big that at night it tickles me nose when I cuddle you, but I love that you do that because it lets me know you're there, and that you always will be." He ducked his head as if he was embarrassed, but then he took my hand and looked into my eyes before he started talking again.

"I was thinking about how even when you think you're having 'a bad skin day' or week or whatever else you call it I still love to run my fingers over your cheeks and kiss your face. And I still know you're the most beautiful woman I have and will ever know, with or without make up, and that will never change.
I was thinking about how your eyes make my days so much brighter and how they always let me know exactly how you're feeling, even if you don't want me to know, because I can see right through you when I look into those gorgeous blue eyes.
I was thinking about your little button nose and your perfect mouth - both of which I love to kiss." He smirked slightly and then carried on.
"When you put your lips on mine and we move them together as one I feel this... I don't know, it's almost like it's a magic cloud that swoops us up and carries us up and up. Even after three years and potentially thousands of kisses you still make me feel that magic cloud every time we kiss, did you know that?"