Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Two.

guys! Okay so a couple things for this authors note. First off, Hello Vanessa, I know you’re reading this and sense I have never talked to you, but you go to my school (Weird right?) I figured I would give you a little shout out.

Two, alright I changed Erin’s bucket list,. Only one of them had changed and that’s number ten. Previously she had wanted to Pet an Elephant, but it’s been changed to live a day like an 80’s movie.

And lastly, One of the other boys from One Direction will be featured in this chapter, please do not ask me to put all of them as fulltime characters, in this book the other four will appear but only a couple times. Alright thanks, I love you and enjoy(:

“Can we go get lunch?” I was feeling a lot better after a week without treatment. The doctors hade strictly told me I needed a break or I would kill myself just going through the treatment. So not being fully ready to leave Zayn alone in this world I promised to go seven days without treatment, I go back tomorrow.

“Are you up for it?” Zayn asked. His face was full of worry like it had been since I started treatment. I understood that he was worried, I didn’t blame him, this stuff was crazy and I never wished Zayn would have to witness this. It was his choice to stay and watch me grow weaker and weaker everyday.

“I am. Please Zaynie, I go back to treatment tomorrow and I just want to have one day to be normal.” I stuck my lower lip out and potted my eyes. Sitting on the living room couch on a Sunday afternoon was one of the best things ever, but I wanted to go out and have fun with my husband. Plus he couldn’t say no to my face.

“Fine, go get ready and I’ll plan a cute little date for us.” Zayn leaned down and kissed me. I was a bit surprised he could reach me since my head was in his lap with our hands wrapped around each other on my stomach. I would never get used to the spark of energy that went through me every time Zayn touched his soft lips to mine.

“You’re the best.” I squealed jumping up from the couch. Zayn just smiled and shook his head. I wasn’t sure what went through meat the moment but I gently placed myself on Zayn’s lap, my legs hanging off the other side of his. My arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around my waist and my forehead found his.

“Thank you so much,” I whispered. Zayn didn’t say anything, he just leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine so gently I almost missed the fact they were there. I did feel the spark rush through me, but something was different.

Maybe it was the fact that at any minute I could stop responding to the treatment and there would be nothing we could do, or the fact that I was over emotional due to the hormonal imbalance, but this kiss felt different. We had kisses filled with love before don’t get me wrong. We had passion, anger, love, sweetness and anything else you could think of. Out of all the thousands of kisses Zayn and I shared that one gentle kiss pressed barely to my mouth made me realize just how lucky I was.

“Go get ready darling,” Zayn whispered lifting me off his lap. I did as he told me and walked to our room. I tried to walk straight but like an old school movie my knees felt weak and my legs like jello. I wasn’t sure if this was the effect from not doing treatment for a week, or Zayn’s wonderful kiss.

I was ready and in the living room within thirty minutes. Zayn was looking over a piece of paper, which I wasn’t to sure what it was, but he looked up when he sensed me. A smile lit up his lips as he jumped up to hug me. My black hair, that hadn’t began to fall out yet, was straight and going down my back nearly hitting my butt. I wore dark washed skinny jeans that were beginning to look to large on me, and an over sized white hoodie.

“Ready my love?” Zayn bowed down and offered me a hand. I just laughed at him and took his hand. He immediately stood up straight walking us to the door. It was now well into spring now so the snow was all melted to my dismay.