Opposites

f i f t y - f i v e

Warning: EXTREME ZELODY FLUFF ⬇️

Melody

"Fuck, I missed you so much," Zayn breathes against my face, his lips locking with mine again.

When Zayn sits down on the couch—his lips still attached to mine—he pulls me down with him harshly, and I end up on his lap, my legs falling on his sides.

I pull away to take a breath, "I missed you too." Zayn smiles at that, his index finger pulling ny chin up to kiss me softly this time. I gently cup his cheeks as I move my lips with his.

Zayn's lips have always felt like a drug.

I turn my head slightly to the right to deepen the kiss, pulling him closer to my chest, feeling him smile as we kiss softly.

Our kisses aren't at all heated today, they're normal, simple kisses that we share when we're having a missing-you-moment.

Zayn pulls away, breathing heavily. His head falls against my collarbones gently, while my chest heaves up and down. I smile playing with the ends of his hair, wanting everything to freeze and for time to stop so that I can save this moment forever. Wanting to hug him very tightly until he can't breathe, wanting to kiss him again and again and again. Because, damn, I missed him so much.

"How was Paris?" I hear him mumbling, his lips trailing deadly kisses against my burning skin.

"Great." I reply back. "It was so beautiful." I smile at him once he pulls back.

He suddenly groans loudly, wrapping his arms around my lower body, making my chest to come in contact with his. "I fucking missed you so much." He repeats what he said earlier, sounding like he's mad. Cringing at his choice of words, I blink.

I stay frozen in his embrace at first, my heart warming up at his meaningful sentence. Grinning widely and goofily, my hands wrap around his neck while kissing the side of his head three times, repeatedly.

Zayn laughs halfheartedly at my actions. I breathe heavily, pulling away only slightly to look at his face. My tongue wets my lips, and I rake my eyes all over his perfect, sculptured face. I retrieve my hands from his neck to cup his face, looking at him with admiration.

His eyes seem to have a glow, but that's impossible because I'm obviously blind by his beauty. His scruff is what's next to admire, and as weird as it sounds, I love it when it tickles me while we kiss. My eyes move down to his luscious lips, that are broken in a wide smile, revealing his white perfect teeth.

Do you ever get envy because Zayn Malik has perfect teeth and you don't?

"I love you so much." I say, shaking my head in disbelief at my own self. I've said this way too many times now, and I still mean it every time I say it.

Zayn's smile falters only a bit at my statement, but he covers it—as if I did not notice that—quickly with an uncomfortable smile.

I sigh, moving my eyes to the wall behind him.

"Look, Mel, I didn't mean to—"

"I know."

Zayn's index finger holds my chin gently, as he tries to lock his gaze with mine again.