Zayn Malik Interracial Imagines (On Hold)

Mornings

Something wet, sticky, and warm lapped at your face repeatedly. You groan and rolled over, throwing the covers over your head. You desperately need sleep. You had been up until 2 am working.

The covers were gently tugged off you and the lapping started again. You huffed and force your eyes open, only to see you & Zayn's dog, Rhino, staring down at you. Huffing again, you pet his soft fur and he curls up into a ball in your side.

The door gently pushes open to reveal a shirtless Zayn. His hair, now dyed a light blonde, is messy and in tangles. He carries a tray with 2 plates of food and 2 glasses of orange juice in his hands.

You sit up and smile running your fingers through your wild hair.

"Rhino. Go eat." Zayn points to the opened door. Rhino runs out of bed and downstairs to where his food awaits. He probably doesn't understand human, but he sure knows when its time to eat.

Zayn puts down the tray and sits on the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck and rests his head on your back.

"Morning,"

"Morning," you chuckle, "that food over there..." You reach for the tray. He smacks your arm playfully and laughs. "Food over me?" He grabs it and gives you your plate. Waffles, grits, sausage (can he have it? Idk I think he can't have bacon. *shrugs*) and strawberries. "Pretty much."

He fakes hurt and frowns.

"Well then."
 
"I'm kidding you big baby. "

He smiles victoriously and you chuckle at his cuteness putting a forkful of waffle in your mouth.

For the rest of breakfast you both talk about your plans for the day. When you're both done, he gets up to take the plates downstairs but you tug his arm and pout.

"Nooooo, stay."

He looks down at you and chuckles. "Only cos you're cute."

He then sits the plates down on your table and crawls into bed next to you.

You pull him to your chest and wrap your arms around him. You feel him poke your boob and you laugh. You take in his scent of mint, cigarettes, and cinnamon.

"Should I make you my personal cook for now on?" You stroke his hair and smile in amusement. "We'll see." He replies. He moves up and attaches his lips to the skin of your neck.

He takes your hands into his then takes them out. You feel his warm hands move up your tank top and you run out of breath for a second. He then takes you by surprise when he starts to tickle you.

"What the f-fuck Zayn! Ahhh, STOP! STOPPPP! AHAHAHAH, NO, NO, NO! Uncontrollable laughter takes over you. You regret being ticklish now.

He stops after a minute and shifts, hovering above you. His face is serious as he studies yours and you his. He leans down and when his small beard touches your chin, you turn your face. His eyes are still closed and his lips are puckered. You laugh.

"Shave, papi" You roll out of bed and make your way to the bathroom. He then chases you with his hands outstretched, ready to tickle you again, and you run as fast as you can in the bathroom, and lock it.

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