Eternal Love - Zouis

Chapter 15 - Love in its Purest Form

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This is so incredibly short and bad I'm so sorry but I kinda wanted a fluffy chapter before the next one to calm the blow, the next chapter is the one i wrote this whole book for! who's excited now? 

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 Louis' POV: 

I sat bolt upright, beads of sweat streaming down my face and onto my shirt making it cling to me uncomfortably. I was gasping loudly as the tears came to my eyes as I remembered what my dream was about. I flopped back down biting the inside of my cheek harshly to stop my loud sobs escaping into the still morning air. As I lay there crying my imagination went haywire as I just thought about Zayn, over analysing every little thing he did that I remembered.  

The tears stopped and I shuffled off the couch and walked up stairs rubbing my eyes ferociously, I paused by the mirror on the landing and looked at myself. I was pale with a sweaty sheen over my face, underneath my eyes I had huge purple bags and my hair was matted with a mixture of sweat and tears. The dried tear stains on my cheek didn't make my appearance any better and as I lethargically dragged myself into the bathroom I thought about the fact that I had never seen Zayn cry.  

 I took a long warm shower, the water loosening the tight muscles in my neck and back. The comforting smell of my vanilla shampoo and body wash filled the bathroom and I relaxed a little letting the hot steam engulf me. I stepped out the shower and was just roughly towel drying my hair when a loud resonating knock on the door sounded through the small house. Sighing mentally to myself I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked down the stairs and answered the door. And there on the doorstep stood an irresistibly perfect being.  

 Zayn smirked as he looked at my appearance and at the low towel that was slipping more and more down my hips. I blushed, the tips of my ears burning as I opened the door wider and Zayn walked in shaking his head, water droplets flying everywhere. I smirked a little at the eight of his hair that was usually quiffed to perfection was now laying, flat and wet on top of his head, covering up his forehead.  

 I gestured to his wet hair still smirking a little at him, "Do you want a towel for that?" I asked, my voice quavering a little as I tried to stop the giggles escaping my mouth and offending him.  

 My attempts failed as Zayn shot me a dirty glare but nodded anyway and as I turned to go a cheeky grin crossed his face as he tugged me so that our hips collided and my towel slipped even lower down, exposing my tan line. 

 "It'll be even better if that towel you're getting me was the one from around my waist" He laughed throatily making sure that his lips brushed against my ear as he talked. My neck flushed red and he cheekily pressed his lips against the spot just below my ear lobe and sucked a little to create a small red mark.  

 I pushed him off and with a roll of his eyes he flopped down backwards on the couch and shut his eyes waving me away. I pouted before running upstairs to get ready. My hair was already dry so I roughly ran my hands that I covered with hair wax through it to create that bed head look. I then pulled on my tightest pair of black jeans and a very fitted white t-shirt and threw on a denim jacket. I pulled my glasses on, not wanting to bother with contact lenses this morning and in record time I was grabbing a towel and a pot of gel for Zayn and then I was downstairs.  

 Zayn was in the exact same place that I left him. This was too much of a perfect opportunity to let it slip through my fingers. I lightly placed the towel and gel on the side and with a running leap I jumped and landing spread-eagled on his chest. Zayn started and gripped his chest, the expression on his face comical. I laughed and tried to get up off his chest but his arms wrapped around my waist holding me against him.  I pecked the tip of his nose giggling at his startled expression and I started to litter kisses all over his face apart from his lips. A mewl of yearning escaped his lips as he longed to feel my lips against his.  

 "Awww, that was a cute sound!" I gushed kissing Zayn on the corner of his mouth, making sure that I teased him as much as possible.  

 Zayn then moved out from underneath me, flipping us around like I was made of paper and before I knew it he was on top of me. His lips were pressed against mine, his hands snaking down my back and cupping my arse in his hands. I jumped and opened my mouth a little in shock at Zayn's audacity, and as I did so a well practiced tongue slid its way into my mouth. Our tongues danced together in synchronization, rubbing together. Zayn's tongue explored the inside of my mouth, rubbing against the roof making a loud moan build in the back of my throat.  

 I moved to pull away, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen but Zayn's mouth followed mine and he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it lightly, pulling ever so slightly. Zayn detached his teeth form my lip and pulled back giving me a wink as he got off of me and grabbed the towel and gel and left the room so that he could go and do his hair. I lay back on the couch breathing hard, my heart thumping in my chest, grinning softly to myself.

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Zayn walked down the stairs and out the corner of my eye I could see him leaning against the doorframe just looking at me with all the love in the world in his eyes. Honestly, at this moment I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to laugh or cry; just imagine having nothing, no-one there to hold you, to take care of you, to make you feel wanted, beautiful and then suddenly having that and everything that you wished for. Its like the world is an oyster and you're holding it in your hands, its like seeing colour for the first time in a black and white world, its like finding an angel on earth. It’s the best feeling in the world.

But its scary. This feeling that can envelope you up and make you feel like you can't breath, like you're walking on thin ice not knowing whether your next step would be your last, like your lost in the pitch black of the deepest nights and the only way to have light is to hold onto their hand. But that’s the risk that you have to take, the risk of losing your forever when you're clinging on with hope.

 This is love in its purest form.