I want to be loved by you - Ziam

Surprises

Sorry for taking ages to update... :(

But please check the end for an announcement :D

Liam POV

It’s been over a week since we started our tour and we’ve been travelling all over the UK seeing loads of our amazing fans. I had fully completed transferring my belongings into our apartment and all we needed to do now was sell my old one. Being with Zayn had undoubtedly been the best time ever. Our relationship has had its ups and downs and wasn’t always easy to maintain, but we both loved each other so much that we pulled each other through everything the world could throw at us.

Zayn and I were both in the back of a car, being driven by one of our drivers, Ben, closer to the centre of London. Zayn had arranged a date for the two of us today and I was really looking forward to it.

The car soon pulled up at the side of a road and Zayn pulled my hand, my fingers intertwined in his. He kissed me sweetly on the cheek before leaving the car, quickly thanking the driver. I stepped down onto the paved sidewalk and felt Zayn tug at my hand, rushing into a restaurant, probably not wanting to be recognised. The interior of the building was very posh and I immediately felt underdressed - I was simply wearing some dark, fairly smart jeans with one of my plaid shirts. The waitress noticed us instantly and led us to a corner of the restaurant, where we could have maximum privacy.

Zayn sat opposite me and placed his hand over mine which was already rested on the table.

“I hope you like what I’ve got planned for us this afternoon,” he said quietly, his head dipped as he looked up at me, making his eyes even wider and more adorable.

“So this isn’t it?”

“Well, not quite…” he said, a goofy smile of his face although I noticed a flicker of nervousness erupt in his eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” I said reassuringly and he squeezed my hand. “As long as it includes you, I will have the time of my life,” I sent a wink to him.

“Good,” he said and leaned forward on his seat and pecked me lovingly on the lips.

I turned when I heard a cough and saw the waitress looking at us, a notepad ready to take orders. I looked up at her and smiled sheepishly

“Can I get you any drinks?” she asked.

“Um, I’ll have a coke, thanks,” I said and she nodded.

“And…” she gestured to Zayn.

“I’ll just have the same, please.” He said, the waitress smiled and walked off telling us she would arrive shortly with our drinks and to take our orders for our meals.

We passed the time with small talk and soon our meals arrived. Zayn had ordered some sort of ravioli pasta while some macaroni cheese was laid out in front of me. I began to tuck into the meal, as did Zayn, savouring every mouthful of the heavenly food.

I watched as Zayn brought a piece of the ravioli to his mouth, closing his lips around the fork as the pasta slid onto his tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly at the taste, tilting his head back slightly. I swear he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I kept my eyes trained on him as he opened his eyes. He smirked when he saw me staring at him, my mouth half open and my palms beginning to get sweaty with the thoughts dashing through my head.

Zayn just winked at me and stabbed another piece of ravioli, pointing the fork at me. He moved it towards me and I leaned forwards, taking it in my mouth and chewing slowly. I hummed and smiled cheekily at him as he took in my expression. Once I swallowed, I flicked my tongue out, licking my lips painfully slow. I know it was a lousy attempt to get back at him, but I could see his eyes glued to my tongue, watching it as it slid across my lips, wetting them slightly.