Opposites

f i f t y - o n e

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Melody

My head falls back against the wooden floor, my back arching slightly off while I pant horribly. "Zayn!" I scream.

"C'mon, you can do it!" He whines, fixing my leg.

"Forget it, I can't do this shit!" I shout again, unwrapping myself from the weird, painful position I was in.

Once I breathe normally again and rub my legs and arms, I look at him with wide eyes. "When did you learn yoga anyways?!"

Zayn's hand wrap around his stomach, throwing his head backwards and laughing his ass off. I smile though at the beautiful view. His laugh is still my favorite sound, ever.

Zayn's laughter dies down a bit, "Y-You really thought I—" He laughs, "That I actually learned yoga?"

I furrow my eyebrows, confusion filling me up. "What?"

"I only did that because you looked funny." He laughs again. "I don't know yoga for shit."

My jaw falls ajar, looking up at him from my place on the floor. Did he really just did and say that?! I grit my teeth in complete annoyance. That boy, I swear.

"You jerk!" I exclaim, using all of my strength to get up from the floor.

Zayn laughs loudly again backing away from me while I move forward towards him.

"C'mon! You're not actually mad," He says once he isn't laughing that loudly anymore.

I silently glare at him, keeping my annoyed frown.

I watch Zayn walking towards me again with the corner of my eyes, until he stands in front of me. "C'mon babe," He whines, putting both his hands out and grabs my wrists, pulling me close. I fight the urge to smile at the word 'babe', and the small gesture. I fight the urge to kiss his adorable pouty lips as well.

I only roll my eyes with a sigh which makes him mimic my actions.

Zayn kisses my cheek then pulls back real quick to peck my other one, forming a small smile on my face.

"There's the smile!" He cheers, pinching my cheeks softly.

I giggle shaking my head at him, then I ignore the voice in the back of my head telling me not to kiss him, as I lean forward and peck him on the lips. I tilt my head to the left, kissing him slowly as he does so back. He sighs into the kiss, pulling back seconds later.

"I'm in need of cuddles right now." Zayn announces, turning around and laying down on his couch.

I look at him like he just grew three heads, "Since when does Zayn Malik cuddles?"

Zayn rolls his eyes, his face getting a bit flushed. "Since I was 3 years old."

"I'm more than honored to cuddle with you, Malik." I quirk an eyebrow, making my way slowly towards him.

"My pleasure, Styles." He smirks.

My legs hit the sofa and I stare down at Zayn with a smile when he extends his hand. I hold it in mine and suddenly I'm being pushed down by Zayn, falling on his chest.