Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Five.

                Hey guys so I am back…….(: Uhm I apologize if this sucks, I thought this chapter was really cute but you may think differently. I have been gone so long that I forgot all my ideas for this story so it might suck for a couple chapters before I get back into my groove. I have a couple things to say.

Keep an eye out for coming up stories. I really love you guys for everything you have read of mine and I don’t want you to miss out on anything. I start school Tuesday so my writing schedule might be off for a while because my goal is to actually pass my sophomore year.

This chapter is dedicated to Brintu8 because she asked me to do that, so yeah there you go babe. So let me know what you guys think of this chapter. There is a question to this chapter to have the next one dedicated to you, so look at the end of the chapter and comment. P/s Lex babe- I cannot dedicate anymore chapters to you right now because it looks like I am playing favorites (: I love you though bestest fren.

“So what are we doing today?” I was sitting in the kitchen with my elbows propped up on the counter and my chin resting on my hands. Zayn was walking around the kitchen shirtless-because I guess he thought that was okay or something- cooking breakfast. He set the pan on the stove and turned around to look at me.

                I wasn’t sure what happened but his face softened and he leaped forward so he was holding himself off the ground on the counter. He leaned over and kissed my cheek slowly before falling back down to his feet. I felt my face and ears grow hot as I buried my head in my shoulder. He was literally the cutest thing since puppies were discovered. I wasn’t too sure where I would be without him at this point.

                “That my beautiful, flawless, amazing wife is a surprise.” This made me raise an eyebrow as Zayn moved around the kitchen almost like he was dancing. When his shoulders started to bounce and he moved his torso left to right tossing the orange juice cartoon between his hands I stood up and walked over to him placing my hands on his shoulders.

                “Who are you and what have you done with my bad boy?” This made Zayn set the orange juice cartoon on the counter and place his hands gently on my waist which was covered by one of his small white t-shirts that fit me almost perfectly with a little sag. My hands connected behind his neck and played with his baby hairs as he spoke.

                “See your bad boy was sick of being bad so he got stupid and fell in love with the most perfect human being on the earth and now this is what you get. The new and improved Zayn Malik.” Zayn whispered his answer to me and swayed our hips back and forth.

                “So it’s kind of Zayn Malik 2.0?” I smiled slightly and he just nodded and laughing at me. I looked to the ceiling and then back at my amazing husband and spoke again. “I’m not so sure they get better than Zayn Malik 1.0,” I whispered. This got me a small kiss to my lips making my stomach flutter.

                “You have a lot to learn young grasshopper. Now go get dressed cause we have a big day today!” Zayn tickled my sides until I detached from him and he swatted my butt with his spatula lightly. I only laughed and walked back to our room getting ready.

                When I was done getting ready I wore dark washed jeans and a baby blue tank top. It was warm outside and if we were going to be going outside I could just slide on one of Zayn’s smaller sweatshirts. I didn’t think he would mind since he kind of really loves me, and he’s trying not to be the bad boy. I was liking the mood that Zayn was in today, as much as I loved all of his moods today he just wanted to make me laugh, and I liked to laugh.