Beat of My Heart (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 37; Tag

37

It's short and just makeup tag sorry.

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"Boyfriend make up tag?" I asked. The corners of his lips curled up.

"You've never heard of it?" He asked laughing. I shook my head. "Blah," he said.

"Your special." I giggled poking his nose. I leaned in. "What has gotten into you?" I whispered.

"I'm just really happy. Everything perfect." He whispered back poking my belly. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I look to the twiddling thumbs in my lamp.

"Anyways, I'm going to do Tori's makeup!" He said happily.

"Woah, woah, woah." I put my hand up. "Do you have any experience with this stuff?" I don't want him I be putting stuff where it doesn't belong. Like mascara on my eyebrows.

"Relax," he said pulling my makeup chest towards him. He started going through my makeup. I looked at the screen laughing at the tweets that the fans were posting. Some weren't all that nice but I tried to ignore them. Yet I knew they would be in my mind later.

I put my hair up into a ponytail so he wouldn't get any makeup in my hair.

I didn't even notice Zayn had the makeup spread out on the table.

"Okay. Uh, this?" He questioned holding up my coverup. I nodded and he flipped it open. I picked up the blush brush. He slid it across the pad and brought it to me face. Our eyes met and I giggled. I just thought it was weird that he was doing my makeup.

He hummed as he brushed it across my cheeks. He returned to the pad for more dust and did my forehead and chin. And once again for my nose. I giggled.

"I already know this wont end well." He chuckled putting it away and picking up eye shadow. "Mmm. The gold compliments your eyes."



After about 10 minutes of giggling and applying makeup, Zayn was done.

"Hey, I don't look bad." I laughed using the laptop as a mirror. I made different faces checking out my makeup. "You have a inner lady inside of you. You mind going shopping with me one day?" I chuckled.

"I'll do anything as long as I'm with you." He said quietly. He grabbed my hand slowly trying to go unnoticed. "Well that's all!"

"Maybe next time I'll do Zayn's makeup?" I looked at him.

"No, no, no." He shook is head.

I giggled at his wide eyes. I watched him say his goodbyes to the fans thanking them for all that they do. He doesn't go on the Internet often to interact with the fans but every time he does he thanks them. He clicked off the page and shit off his MacBook. He laid his head across my lap. I ran my fingers through his raven locks. I hummed and leaned down to kiss his forehead leaving my red lip print. He didn't notice so why tell him.

We sat there in a, dare I say in, romantic silence? Holding hands. Playing with his hair. Staring into his eyes.

His eyes.

His Bambi eyes coated with his long, curly lashes that stand out beautifully in his face, followed by his cute button nose, and his plump pink lips.

How can I be so lucky?

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No Song -> Make Up Tag to the side.