Sex Lessons |z.h.|

36

Content. The feeling of being satisfied with everything that one has. Knowing that there is a huge possibility that this point in life is the best, the greatest, one that cannot possibly be topped by anything else. Or maybe it can. But that's for the future to decide. The present, however, was satisfactory and more than that, it was filling Niall's face with a huge smile. It was everything he could've ever wanted and more. And maybe he was exaggerating, basing all his emotions off on the way him and his relationship - whatever it may be called - played out but whatever it was, it made him happy. It made him smile. 

Turning around in Zayn's muscular arms, Niall breathed out a sigh of content before closing his eyes once again, not wanting this moment to pass by. He could see the dark circles under the Pakistani's eyes and wondered to himself about the time when Zayn might have gone to bed considering he had fallen asleep right after they had made love. Just the thought of the previous night made the blonde blush, cuddling further into the tattooed chest and inhaling deeply the faint aroma of cigarette's and Zayn's cologne. 

"Babe, stop moving so much." The grumpy voice of the tanned man caught Niall's attention, making him freeze in his movements and then giggle out loud. He grinned at Zayn, blushing deeply when the Pakistani grinned back. Everything right now was perfect. It was the best moment of his life, apart from the one he shared with Zayn the previous night. But this, waking up in his arms, their legs tangled together between the sheets and with Zayn's hoarse voice laced with sleep calling out his name, there was nothing else that could make this moment anymore special. 

"Good morning Zazza." The blonde whispered against the older man's lips, leaning forward to place his lips against them. He quickly pulled back, conscious of his morning breath and got up from the bed, hissing at the burning sensation at the bottom of his spine but without complaining about it at all, Niall limped his way to the attached bathroom, keeping a hand on the wall to stay steady . 

"What do you want for breakfast?" Zayn coughed out, reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table and downing it's contents in one large gulp. He sighed in relief when that odd sensation, as if someone from pricking his throat with needles, stopped. 

"Toast and omelette is fine. I'll help you cook." Niall's Irish accented voice called out from inside the bathroom, making Zayn chuckle as he ran a hand through his beard. It was growing quite steadily now and he liked it. Niall seemed to be in love with it too, with the blonde's tiny fingers always touching it and enjoying the beard burn quite a lot. 

"Princesses don't cook." The older man replied back, reaching out for his shirt and grabbing a packet of cigarette that had fallen on the floor, possibly with him moving his hands too much in his sleep which wasn't as soothing and relaxing as he had intended it to be. Despite having Niall in his arms, Zayn still had a restless night with too many thoughts swirling around in his brain, causing him to toss and turn every now and then. But most important of them all was the prospect of how Niall would react once Zayn revealed the news. Would the Irish blonde be happy or would he brush it all off? Just the possibility of Niall not liking Zayn's surprise was eating him alive. 

"I'm not a princess," Niall yelled back, spitting out the contents from his mouth before gathering his own clothes from the floor as well and tossing them in the hamper and grabbing onto one of Zayn's old t-shirts which reached mid thigh, keeping his privates safe away from the view. The blonde walked down the steps towards the kitchen, smiling at Zayn who was already busy whisking the eggs. He plopped down on the chair, watching fondly as the Pakistani tried to alter between taking a drag from the cigarette and keeping an eye on the gas stove. The concentrated look on his face made everything worth it for Niall. 

"I have some news to tell you." The raven haired man broke rather suddenly, the silence in the room suffocating him a little even though he quite enjoyed Niall's eyes on him.