THE WATERS :: ZAYN

kisses

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"Solána," Zayn called from the bathroom, peeking out to see her lying on the bed and watching TV with Rhino.

"Yes?"

"Can you hand me a towel please?"

"Sure," she got up and looked in the linen closet for a towel, "what color?"

"It doesn't matter," he refrained from rolling his eyes, thanking her when she gave him a blue one, "sweet pea."

"Stop it," she crawled back on the bed and Zayn frowned, staring at her outfit.

"You're not even dressed for the date you wanted to go on," he left the door cracked so he could hear her response.

"Is it not casual?"

"You're wearing my pajamas, first of all. Those aren't just sweatpants, Solána."

"Who cares?"

"Change."

"Nope."

"Solána."

"Make me," she challenged with raised brows.

"We're not doing this tonight," because mermaids were very intimate and sexual creatures and Zayn didn't realize what he got himself into. Solána was not excluded from this description, she was a mess, but his mess.

"Just kidding," no she wasn't, "I'll change. Gosh."

"Thank you," he sang, finally walking out in his boxers and moving to the dresser to grab clothes, "what are you in the mood for anyway?"

"Chinese food," she switched to regular skinny jeans and crawled back on the bed, watching him get dressed, "or uh, I don't know. What do you like?"

"Ehm, there's this really cool burger joint I wanna take you too."

"I love beef so much," she hummed while Zayn put a thin sweater on.

"Then you'll love In 'N Out then."

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He never noticed how much she ate in one sitting.

Apparently, eating at just one restaurant wasn't enough, Zayn took her to another restaurant -- one with a full course meal -- and she was starving.

He just stared as she ate the last of her mashed potatoes, his jaw slack as he recorded her eating habits.

"Babe," Zayn tried not to laugh when gravy smeared a little on her cheek and she used her tongue to get it, "Solána--"

"Huh?" she looked at him then rolled her eyes and giggled when she noticed him recording, "stop it!"

"Are you done?" he put his phone away and used the napkin to wipe her cheek again.

"Yes, Zayn."

"And you're full?"

"Yes," she huffed, "okay, we can go now, baby."

"Baby," he rested his hand on his chin and smiled brightly, "say it again."

"No," she held her cheeks and looked away. So cute.

"Come on," he grabbed her hands across the table and rubbed circles on the back with his thumb, "for me? Please?"

"Nope," Zayn pouted at her and she giggled, "no, Zayn."

"Here is your bill, sir," the waiter put the very small black leather folder on the table and smiled before he left.

"Let's see," he sat back and looked at the receipt, "Solána you eat a lot."

"What's the bill?"

"It's like...fucking...thirty eight dollars, man."

"Zayn," she slouched in her seat and rolled her eyes, "you're so ugly."

"Really? Wow," he put his debit card in the slip and closed it, "you're so lucky I'm financially stable for the next four generations of my family. So lucky."

"Stop it," she giggled again. The waiter came back with Zayn's card and he left a tip before leading Solána out the door. The air was chilly, but Zayn was fine with it. Besides, he had his own space heater on his arm right now.

"Where are we going now?"

"Eh," he let out a little shrug and looked down at her, "where do you wanna go?"

"Home. If that's not too boring for you."

"Home is fine," he kissed the top of her head and held her hand tighter as they walked down the sidewalk at a slightly quicker pace.

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"Zayn, get off me," Solána giggled and tried moving away from Zayn's lips but to no avail. His arms were around her waist, he kept kissing her anywhere and everywhere he could reach.

"Where are you going?" he crawled on top of her and she quieted, feeling him between her thighs. They had already had sex a few times after coming home from eating. They were both kinda tired but this alone time was crucial, they loved being together every second of the day.

"Stop," she snorted when he kissed her nose, the sound coming from her and making Zayn laugh, "shut up."

"You know you love me," he grinned slyly and let his hand on her stomach.

"Do I know that?" she pretended to think then spread her lips into a smile, "yes. Yes, I do."

"God, you are adorable, Solána," he kissed her again and rolled off, lying beside her and staring up at the ceiling.

"Thanks," she hummed dreamily and lied on her side just to stare at him, "Zayn."

"Babe."

"I might love you."

"What?"

"Just saying," it was impossible to hate this girl because she was perfect. Hungry, hot headed, reckless and animalistic, but perfect, "and you know, mermaids get attached easily so I won't blame you if you don't almost love me back."

Zayn just watched her fiddle with her fingers, her whole demeanor changed suddenly and she became nervous. No eye contact was made and her big bottom lip was being worried between her white teeth.

"I almost love you back, Solána," he finally confessed in a whisper. His hand reached under her chin and he made her look at him. "Seriously."

"Seriously, seriously?"

"Yes, baby," he chuckled deeply and she hugged his neck, her lips close to his face, "I promise."

"Really?"

"Really," Zayn kissed her lips lightly and smiled when she responded with a deeper one.

"Okay," Solána took a deep breath and continued to kiss Zayn's cheeks, "I almost love you, Zayn."

"I almost love you too, Solána, baby," Zayn smiled cutely while Solána held his face and peppered him with more kisses than he could handle.

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