Forever And Always ~ A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction

Chapter Six ~ The Surprises, And October 25

We got to the hotel, and went to our suites. Each couple had their own room. However, Harry, Niall, and Zayn pulled Angel, Kiara, and I aside into the hall before we could enter our rooms.

They looked at each other, and smiled at us mischievously. "Okay, girls, since we figure we'll probably be away for some time during the day, you'd need something to do."

"And, granted," Harry continued, "You three will all hang out together, we figured we might as well give you guys something to do."

The three boys motioned for us to stay where we were, and went to a little room off in the hall.

Kiara, Angel and I all exchanged confused and curious glances as the boys came back with rather large boxes with lids. They walked up, and put them down by our feet.

"Okay," Zayn smiled.

Then, in unison, "Open up."

I bent down first, then the girls with me. The three of us lifted off the lids at the same time.

There was a series of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as we pulled out our "surprises".

Too busy to look at the girls, tears welled up in my eyes as I lifted out a little tea-cup maltese-poodle mix puppy. He was black with a white chest, mustache, beard, paws, and tip of the tail. He also had a little white streak of hair on his head, which reminded me of a movie... He fit right into the palm of my hand. His little ears still didn't lay flat; they perked up like little upside down triangles on either side of his face. He tilted his head, and I could feel his teensy tail wagging as he let his little pink tongue dart out.

A tear slipped and rolled down my cheek. The puppy jumped a little; he placed his front paws on my chest, leaned forward, and licked my cheek. I felt the sandpapery texture of his tongue wipe up my tear, and I let out a little giggle. Then I sighed, and brought the little puppy closer to my face, and cuddled him. Right away, he rested his little head in the crook of my neck. I let out a happy sob.

Zayn put his hand on my folded elbow, and got close. His forehead rested on mine and he spoke softly. "He's only eight weeks, and he still doesnt have a name."

I looked up at Zayn. Another tear rolled down my cheek, and the puppy, who had rolled onto his back in my arms, wobbled back up and licked it up with his sandpaper tongue.

"Harry," I said. I glanced down at the white streak on the puppys forehead, and smiled. "Harry Potter," I repeated.

Zayn smiled. "Harry Potter it is." He reached into his pocket. "I had a feeling you'd say Harry Potter, because, when I saw his white streak, it just fit and I knew you'd feel the same way, so..." Zayn pulled a blue collar with a little reflective bone shaped charm on it. On the charm, the name 'Harry Potter' encrusted onto it, and on the back, my number and his.

I held Jack, and Zayn buckled on the collar. Harry was so tiny it was still too big, even on the tiniest size. Zayn had also bought him a blue harness, because he'd need it when we started walking him. He was so small he could shake the collar off.

I sniffled, and giggled again. Zayn gently slide his hand over my jawbone, and caressed my cheek. He leaned in slowly, and our lips met. They flowed together for a moment, but we heard a attempted yap. We laughed, and smiled down at Harry.

"Aw," I laughed. "He can't even bark yet!"

Zayn laughed, and gave me a one-armed squeeze. We turned to see what was going on with Harry and Angel and Niall and Kiara.

Angel sniffed happily. She held out a little black kitten, who wasn't much bigger then Jack, and mewed happily. "Meet Cotton Candy, Cotton for short."