Art [zjm]

Chapter Twenty // Christmas Day

"It's Christmas!" Waliyha shouts all throughout the house.

She vigorously shakes Zayn and I awake and Zayn almost cusses her out, thinking it is me.

"Zayn, wake up." I say sweetly in his ear after Waliyha goes to wake her parents.

"Mmm. I'm awake." He says into the pillow.

"No you're not." I say kissing his cheek.

I go to open the blinds and turn around as I see Zayn wide awake.

"Nice ass." He smirks.

"Oh, so now you're awake." I cross my arms and he smiles. It isn't one of the fake smiles, it is genuine and pure.

"Definitely." He lazily smiles and gets up stretching.

I notice his defined abs and desperately try to look away from his presence. Although I can tell his eyes are on me looking away, I try to hide my embarassment.

I put on sweat pants and a hoodie as Zayn does the same. We walk out into the living area to find multiple presents lying under the tree and Zayn's mother and father sitting with cups of coffee awaiting us.

Zayn and I politely take the cups while Waliyha whines to her mother. "Can I open the presents now?"

"Yes! Ooh let me get the camera!" Her mothers shouts and starts filming immediately.

As excited as Waliyha is, she definitely doesn't unwrap them like it. For every bow and ribbon on her presents were like a small child. She has to carefully unwrap each and every one before she can even think about the present inside.

"Thank you, mum and dad!" Waliyha yelps for joy as she unwraps the small box to be a phone.

She gets multiple other presents, I give her the makeup set, and Zayn gets her a polaroid camera.

The last two presents are for Zayn and I. Zayn's mother carefully hands Zayn his present that I have so beautifully wrapped and he opens it with care.

As caring as he can be.

He takes out the long necklace shaped like a rose with his name on it and faces me. I gulp not knowing what his reaction will be like, especially around his family.

He hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek. Without a word, he hands me my present.

It is addressed to me from Zayn's parents, which they already got me a present.

I open it, and inside I find two things. The first is a lovely necklace, similar to Zayn's. It is a long necklace shaped like a heart with the engravings Z+S and then I realize, this gift is not from his parents.

It's from Zayn, himself.

I am too speechless to even say anything as I hold up the next gift. A ring. But not just any ring, a gold diamond-looking ring. And it looks expensive. It looks similar to a wedding ring, actually.

"I-" I am completely speechless at this point. All of the air that was in my lungs a minute ago has cleared out and I can hardly breathe. This feels so surreal.

He isn't asking me to marry him or anything, but it feels like falling in love with him all over again.

"Zayn, I love them." I say staring at the gifts.

"If you don't like them w-we can take 'em back, ya know..."

"No Zayn, they're perfect." I turn to him with the biggest smile on my face. I peck his cheek and look down.

"Do you want me to put it on?" He asks motioning to the necklace. I nod and turn around and slide the ring on as he clasps the back of the necklace to its other half.

"That was so sweet, Zayn." His mom says to him as Waliyha, Mr. Malik, and I clean up the wrapping paper.

Waliyha plays on her phone more and I text Louis to tell him what I received.

"Thank you." I smile to Zayn standing up.

"Do you want to take a walk with m-me?" He stutters and then lightly curses on himself.

"I would love to." I say smiling back at him.

He kisses me and although it is passionate, it is not filled with lust and want. It is filled with care and emotion. The emotion behind our relationship is completely crazy to some people and it is surreal to me.

How I can literally be this close to -in my eyes- the most perfect man on this world. The most perfect man, for me.

I put on black denim jeans, a light blue t shirt, and vans. As I am looking for my jacket, he calls me downstairs making me forget to bring one. I shove my phone in my pocket and we walk outside together.

We just talk for what seems like hours on end. I can honestly talk to him forever; he makes my world go 'round. Without Zayn, I might be in a mental asylum by now.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He asks nervously.

"I know, and I love you." I say and he kisses me once again. These intimate moments with him are what I live for.

It doesn't even dawn on me that it is Christmas in London before I start to shiver.

"Here, Shay." Zayn says shrugging his heavy leather coat off.

Before I can objectify, he puts it on me and I put my arms through the holes in the sleeves. He eventually starts to shiver holding me close and we entwine our fingers.

I lay our entwined hands in the pocket of the jacket and it makes me wonder.

"Hey! Did you plan all of this?"

"Plan what?"

"The whole jacket thing... Did you purposely call me when I was looking for it so you could be all romantic?!"

"Maybe!" He sticks his tongue out at me and I roll my eyes.

"How mature but how romantic of you, Zayn. I knew you were a hopeless romantic!"

"I'm definitely not hopless, I have you."

I smile at his kind words and fiddle with the necklace. I look up at him smiling at a baby that is in the park and he is making silly faces towards her.

For every imperfection Zayn has, there are definitely at least two perfections.

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