Forever Intertwined (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Epilogue

A/N: It's Finished! Forever Intertwined is finally done. I started posting on my other story, which is part of the reason this one hadn't been updated. Plus, I loved this story, and I didn't want it to end. But it's time, so i just wanted to say thank you for reading! It was fun, and I remember when I was too afraid to post anything, thinking my stories weren't good (like, absolutely terrible). I appreciate all the encouragement, especially the ones telling me to keep going. Couldn't have done it without you all, so give yourselves a big pat on the back! Okay, well I'm shutting up now. Enjoy! :)

I’m awakened by his soft fingers.

They trail up my thighs, past my hips, up my waist, and then I feel them rest on my stomach. I feel his warm lips press against the edge of my jaw, and then slowly feel them on the base of my neck.

“You are so beautiful.” I hear him mumble, and I can’t help but to smile.

“Aha! I knew you were awake.” he says. I open my eyes, and peer into those of the most stunning creature in the world.

“Yes, I’m awake, but no Zayn, you’re the beautiful one.” I tell him.

“Not exactly what any guy wants to hear.” he says playfully.

“Ok, fine then. How about you are the sexiest guy on the planet?” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Better, but you haven’t met every guy on the planet.” he says.

“It’s too early in the morning for this Zayn.” I say, rolling my eyes at him. He just gives me a cheeky smile.

“Babe, it’s noon.”

“No way. Really?” I ask, panicking. It’s Wednesday, which means I should have been at work 4 hours ago.

“Yes babe, but breathe. Liz got you a sick day.” Zayn smirks.

Best friends are the greatest.

“Oh, cool. So then why did you wake me up?” I ask him.

“Because I figured you’d be hungry.” he replies. Just then, the smell of bacon hits my nose, and my stomach rumbles. “I guess I was right.”

“Aww Zayn, you didn’t have to make me breakfast.” I tell him.

“I didn’t. Harry did.”

“What? Harry’s here?” I ask, getting excited.

“Yep.”

I jump up out of the bed and run out the door. And am instantly confused.

“Baby, you don’t know your way around here yet.”

Oh yeah.

Last night, after dinner and my confessions to the boys, we all hung out at Niall’s. Around three in the morning, Zayn took me back to his place. Turns out he finally moved two weeks ago, and he didn’t really give me much of a tour of his new place. Not that I asked for one. As soon as we walked in, Zayn pressed me up against the front door and we made out until our lips were sore. Then he picked me up and took me into a bedroom, and… yeah. There are some things you can do better in a room than in an elevator.

Anyways, I’m standing in the hallway, not knowing where to go. Zayn lets out a chuckle, and then grabs my hand.

“This way, sweetheart.” he says.

He leads me into this huge kitchen and I see Harry at the stove singing to something. It sounds familiar, but I don’t recognize the song until he goes to the chorus. Superstition by Stevie Wonder.

“Harry!” I yell, running over to give him a hug, nearly knocking him over.

“Whoa there, love! What’s got you so excited?” Harry asks, giving me his signature grin.