One night stand-Zayn Malik

Chapter 65- Are you sure?

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Tara's P.O.V

I sat in the red velvet leather couch in Zayn's apartment and watched him make dinner. The ice cubes in my ice tea started to move in my glass every time Zayn started to talk to himself, I just could not help but giggle.

" Are you sure you don't want my help?" I asked after he dropped a spoon on the floor for the fifth time. He looked at me first like he didn't hear what I said but his reaction changed from "come again?" to "shut up I can do this on my own" before he threw the 5th spoon in the sink.

" Alrighty" I smirked and took a sip of the cold tea. I looked at the magazine that I had put down next to me after trying to read it for an hour now. I put the drink away and took up the heavy reality-wannabe. I looked up the same page that I had given up on and tried to focus on the beautiful dresses that my designers had managed to put Beyoncé in the few weeks I was away. She looked gorgeous like always but my eyes could not concentrate on her.

The same thing happened again. I caught myself looking at Zayn. The magazine went back to its place and I had the same dreamy look. There was just some unique beauty about him that none of my dresses had. I watched him go back and forth in the kitchen, putting my elbow on the sofa's arm so I could rest my face on my hand and watch his every move. He clenched his jaw every time he put something in the boiling water ,which was near coming to be a soup, like he was afraid that he was making the wrong decision. I moved from his chiseled jawline that I liked to place small kisses on to his collarbone that looked so bare, coming up from the wide shirt he was wearing. There was absolutely no flaws about him.

How lucky was I?

" Hey babe could you come here for a second?" He asked and stared at the soup that had been in the making for a while. I got excited and stood up carefully.

" What is it?" I asked and took place right next to him. The smell of the Mexican chicken soup made my stomach crawl. " Looks delicious ! "

He looked at me and stroke his chin with two fingers. His serious lips changed into a smile as he grabbed me and kissed me. " You ready to meet the boys?" He asked without letting me go.

I gave him another kiss and wrapped my hands around his neck. " Can't wait"

My answer made his face light up and totally forget the soup.

" Shit ! " He suddenly said and let go of me to take care of the mess that was about to cover up the whole stove.

" Want my help now?" I asked and tried to find something to clean the stove with.

" Yeah, go get a glass of wine and relax" He said and smiled kindly before wiping the little sweat pearls that had gathered on his for head with the back of his tattooed hand.

" I love you" I said laughing before I left the kitchen, feeling his eyes on me.

I went to the living room to see the table all settled. Seven was the number for the night. They were seven and I could not wait to see them all. It was too bad that Sophia and Eleanor could not come as well but they promised to come for dinner later. I poured myself a glass of the finest red wine I found in the liquor store and went to the bathroom to get ready.