Christmas Morning
Zayn: “Go on and open it, I’ll be there in a minute.” He murmurs with a soft kiss on the cheek, leaving you to the small, red wrapped box under the tree. Smiling fondly as the delicate necklace in the tiny velvet jewelry box, you admire it and turn to thank him. As you spin on your heels, you grin even wider seeing him standing behind you and wrapping you up in a hug. “Do you like it? My Granddad gave it to my Nan when they were our age, and passed it on to me and I didn’t know if you’d like it but-” his words halted when your lips touched his.
