Stole My Heart(A Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter 32

I woke up to the sun glaring in the hot room. I squinted my eyes and stretched my body. I let my arms fall over the bed, taking up the whole bed. I let my eyes adjust to the light. I noticed Zayn wasn't in bed.

After a few minutes of looking up at the ceiling, I threw the covers off me. Instantly regretted it. Why is the room freezing?!

I grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around my body and walked out if the bedroom into the actual room.

"Mornin' babe." Zayn smiled from the kitchen. I smiled and walked over to him. He was still in his pajama pants, no shirt on and his hair was down and messed up. He looked so cute!

I wrapped my arms around his waist, he let out a chuckle and flipped a pancake.

"What are we doin' today?" I questioned.

"Me and you are going to have the day to ourselves. I don't want everyone else is doing."

"Yay!" I exclaimed. I stared at the food while he flipped the pancake over again. Getting the other side to match.

Zayn turned around and kissed my cheek, and then my lips. I smiled through the kiss, which made us both laugh.

"I wanna flip the pancakes!" I pouted. No one ever let me go cook while we were on tour! And I think am I very good cook! I make a mean bowl of spaghetti, says my mom.

"Fine, just don't burn anything!" Zayn laughed, walking to get two plates.

"I'm not gunna burn anything!" I yelled.

"Shhh!" Zayn said. I turned my attention make the food on the stove.

I put some more batter on the pan and switched the heat up to high. What? If you have the heat higher it won't take as long! I flipped the pancake after twenty seconds and it was perfect. I waited another twenty seconds and there was one pancake!

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"These are good babe!"

"Why thank you!" I smiled, proudly in fact.

We sat there at the island eating, in silence. And not an awkward one. More like comfortable silence.

15 minutes later we both finished our breakfast. I took both of our dishes and cups and placed them in the sink.

I started the water and started the dishes. I squirted soap on the sponge and started the dishes.

"Imma shower babe!" Zayn, leaving the room. I nodded and continued the dishes.

I felt arms wrap my waist, and lips press on my neck. I laughed.

"Zayn, I thought you were showering?" I laughed.

"Come with me?" He said, while kissing my neck.

I took the sponge over Zayn's head and squeezed the soapy water on him. I laughed and tried to escape his arms.

"Now you're coming with me!" Zayn smirked. I tried running but he lifted me up and ran to the shower. The water was already running, and the mirror was fogged up. He closed the door behind us and turned me around. Zayn lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. I held on his neck, while his hands grabbed my butt.

Next thing I know we were un-dressed. No we aren't having sex! That's a no no right now! I went to the corner of the shower and I felt Zayn hit my butt. Cheeky lad. Zayn followed and he pulled me under the water.

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After an hour and a half of in the shower we got out.

"There's only one towel." Zayn smirked. I laughed.