Being a Fake Celebrity

Chapter 21

"Zayn.... Zayn... Wake up, love!" I kiss him on the nose.

"But its Sunday..."he says with his eyes still closed.

I smile. "I know. But we promise to take breakfast with my parents."

"No..." He mumbles.

"Actually, if I remember clearly, you promised."

"No...Or yes? Why in the world I would ever do that?"

"I don't know that. You promise and we need to go." I try to get up from his arms.

"No...Stay here with me."

"We're late, Zayn. You know that my father hates late people."

"Fuck. You're right." He finally opens his eyes. "You're right!" He looks at the clock. "Fuck. We're late!"

"Told ya!" I look at him raising an eyebrow.

And I succeed something today... It is so hard to wake him up sometimes. When he knows he needs to go somewhere he is early drinking his coffee. But in days like this....hard is little when it comes to wake him up.

You are probably asking how we got here, living together!?

Well...after Taylor's wedding we got closer, and closer. We talked about everything we feel and ever felt. I got to know him better. He was more open than a book. He was honest and I saw in his eyes that he was relieved to tell me all of those things.

I told him everything too, since the day that I started to take drugs. My family was supportive but I needed for him to hear my whole story. I told him my struggle, my story, my tears. He heard every single moment that I have been through.

Night after night that we spend got us closer. It was different. We work on us in the way that you can think that we work on our relationship and on ourselves at the same time.

We cooked, clean and do many things together that we end up living together, in LA and London.

Sneak pick!? There was no sex between us this whole time until.... Until last night that was one of the best in my whole life.

I came home after studio time. I was tired and excited at the same time. Everything went perfect the whole day and I just wanted to eat something and go to bed.

I enter into the house and the most delicious smell came to me. I smiled and went to the kitchen where Zayn was cooking. He is the best cooker in this world.

"Hay, babe! What you're cooking?" I go and kiss him.

"Something special for a special night!" He smiles.

"Smells delicious!"

"Thanks. A glass of wine?"

"Yes. Please."

He puts me a glass of wine and kisses me when he gives it to me. "How was your day?"

"Very good. We worked hard but something great came out. I'm so excited!"

"I'm very happy for you."

"How was yours?"

"Nothing special. Just made some calls and the ordinary."

"You cooked. That's a special thing."

"I cook often." He looks at me after covering the saucepan.

"Yes. But every time you do is a special time."

He comes, gets the glass of wine from my hand and puts it on the table.

"Don't get drunk before dinner." He kisses me. "I know it's special because you hate to cook alone." He kisses me again. "And more than that you like to be spoiled." He kisses me on the forehead.