Let's Call It Love [A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction]

Chapter 7

*I've got some time on my hands so type type type.

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A/N

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Zayn's POV

The both of them were in Zayn's room, lying on the bed with their hand entwined, watching Liam's copy of Toy Story 3. But Zayn couldn't concentrate on anything Buzz or Woody said, he had Lana in his bed, for crying out loud. Her hair tickled his arms and her head was nestled in the crook of his shoulder.

They were yet to say coherent sentences to each other but they both kept meeting each other's eyes and every time they did, it was as if they didn't need to speak.

"Zayn?" She whispered, half asleep. "I should go, it's late."

Zayn's eyes snapped open. "You're not going anywhere. This is London, love. No one prances around in the middle of the night expecting to be safe. Besides, I quite like you here." He said and hugged her closer to him.

Lana giggled. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." He answered.

Lana sighed and smiled.

"Zayn?" She said after a while. "Mmmm?" Came the sleepy reply.

"I do not prance." She said. Zayn chuckled, making his chest rumble.

Lana let her eyes fall finally, and when he thought she couldn't hear a thing, he whispered softly,

"I love you, Lana."

And he did. He absolutely did.

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"Niall!" Zayn whispered when he, predictably, found the blonde haired boy sneaking about in the kitchen for a midnight snack. The clock on the wall said 2 AM in angry red numbers. When he made sure that Lana was out cold, he had slipped away to find Niall, the only person who could possibly help him.

"Mmff?" Niall said, a cookie shoved into his mouth. Zayn chuckled to himself at his mate's foolishness.

"A favor? I want to do something for Lana and I want it done by tomorrow, but I need your help." He said.

Niall raised an eyebrow knowingly and swallowed his cookie. "What's your plan, mate?"

Zayn led Niall to the music room where he handed him the guitar.

"The song. I want to finish it for her." Zayn said steadily.

Niall just shrugged and started playing the first chords of Lana's song.

This was going to be a long night.

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Both he and Nialler were exhausted. They had stayed up until six in the morning adding the finishing touches to the song and didn't get enough sleep because of the shouting coming from the hallway at around nine.

All his four band mates stood crammed by the door frame with mouths wide open. Lana was sitting up and rubbing her eyes lazily, her dark hair falling in waves down her back.

"What's wrong?" Lana asked,

"Did you guys, you know..." Louis said, waving his hand in the air. Lana stuttered "No! No! Of course not!"

She had denied, only to be met by four wicked smiles. Zayn groaned into his pillow. "We'll never here the end of this." He muttered just as Harry started chanting "Zayn and Lana sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-S-I-N-G!"