HER Tearful Heart - Zauren

31 - no kisses.

"Zayn! Zayn! Listen, next week we're going to Miami!" I excitedly say, clapping my hands together.

"Yay...?" He says, averting his gaze away from the computer in front of him.

"That's my hometown, stupid!" I pout, slapping his arm.

"I'm sorry! Babe, I knew that! Come here." He envelops his arms around my body, as he  continues with his eyes locked on  the computer.

"Are you excited to go back?" He asks, while typing something.

"Yeah... I'm excited to see my family and friends." I reply "Oh, this means you're meeting my parents." I point out looking at him, his face close to mine, making me want to kiss him, so I press my lips on his cheek.

"And you brother and sister." He smiles, kissing my cheek too.

"Yep! Are you scared to meet them?" I ask, leaving my chin on my hand as I watched him attentively.

"No... I'm more nervous now that you mentioned it, but I'm not scared. Are they cool?" He asks.

"Of course they are! You don't need to worry, they're really cool. As long as you love me, they'll be ok with you." I grab his arm, that wasn't typing on the computer and wrap it around me,  immediately feeling the warmth of his touch.

"Only if I love you? Ugh... I don't know..." He suppresses a smile.

"Oh, you don't know? Well I don't know too, but I guess there won't be any kisses for anybody today, well no, for the rest of the week, how about that?" I reply, rolling on the bed, so that I was further away from him.

"Seems fine to me." He answers shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh, ok then." I stand up from the bed and walk towards the mini fridge on my hotel room, pulling out a bottle of water.

"I'm just kidding." He says, standing up too, and wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder as he started pecking my cheek, continuously.

"No, don't even try.  No kisses!" I say, squirming away from his embrace.

"No kiss-"  continue, but before I could finish, he presses his lips on mine, kissing me mindlessly. A smile creeping on my lips.

"You look so cute in glasses." I say when we pull a part, my hand  holding his chin in place while  planting a quick kiss on his nose, his arms in my waist, pulling me closer to him.
He had glasses on him cause he says he has to wear them when he's reading or in the computer, or they'll get way too 'tired' and he'll start crying. Poor baby.

"Thanks." He pecks my cheek again and lays back on the bed, stomach down, continuing with whatever he was doing on the computer.

"Babe?" He quietly mumbles, awhile later.

"Hum?" I ask adverting my gaze away from the book I reading.

"Does this mean Luis is going to be there too?" He mutters looking at me.

"In Miami?"

"Yeah."

"I guess. He leaves there..." I shrug.

"Hum. I don't want him here." I purse my lips together in a thin line and close the book in my hands.

"Well, I won't invite him, neither will my family." I sit crossed leg on the bed, one of them hanging at the hem of the bed, as I looked at Zayn. His jaw clenched together as he mentioned Luis.

"Have you told them yet?" He asks, referring to my parents.

"No." I shake my head, looking down at my hands, my fingers playing with each other, as blush crept up on my cheeks.