Our Time Together ➸ Niall Horan

Locks and Old Movies

Sophie's POV

We took a long walk in parks through out the city, occasionally stopping into boutiques where I spotted cute dresses that he bought me. We went to rent out movies for the night. While walking though Paris, of course I was non-stop complaining about how much my feet hurt, and finally Zayn scooped me up and carried me in his protective arms all the way to the hotel. I changed shoes, then we got in a cab.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Somewhere special,” he replies, whispering our destination to the driver. 

“Ah, Oui spéciale.” We get there, and Zayn tells me to close my eyes and get out of the cab. His arms never left me. I step out of the cab, Zayn pays the driver, I guess, then leads me wherever we’re going. He tells me to put my hands out and open my eyes.

“Zayn, this is…I’m…. I’m speechless!”

“I thought you would like it.”

“Here,” he says, handing me the lock. “You pick a spot."

“Okay,” I spin around, and point to a spot. We walk over, and he locks it on. Then, he takes out 3 keys. One is plain, the others are gold with black swirls. On them are engraved ’Zophie.’ He locks the lock on, and we kiss the plain key, and throw it into the river. He pulls out a key, then the adds it to the chain around my neck with the other necklace he gave me. Then, he leans around, and gives me a kiss. I turn around, our lips never departing from the other’s.

“Zayn, today was…perfect.”

“Every day is perfect when your with me,” he says, blushing. When we got back, the whole day had passed. We went down to the the little hotel restraunt downstairs, and men with funny accents and those French mustaches greeted us. We had a little dinner and purchased Sour Patch Kids, M&Ms, and tons of other junk food for the night. We made our way up to the room constantly being stopped by crazed fans. When we got up to our room we plopped down on our bed. 

"Alright which movie do you want to watch?" Zayn asked.

"I don't care," 

Zayn turned on one of those old black and white French love movies. 

"You are so romantic," I said putting my hand on his chest,

"I know,"

We changed into pajamas and got under the warm covers. It was a small bed probably meant for one person- but that just made it good for cuddling. Zayn pulled me close and I wrapped my arms around him and I felt his amazing abs and strong arms. He reached his arm around me and turned out the light. He gently touched my jaw bone and slowly kissed me. We started making out for who knows how long. Suddenly Liam walked in and stumbled back

"Whooaah sorry to interrupt. I see you guys were doing something very… Important," he stifled back a laugh. Zayn picked up one of the pillows on the bed and chucked it at Liam.

"What do you not understand about leaving us alone!" Zayn shouted, but I could tell he didn't really care. 

"Sorry I forgot my wallet in here!" Liam said.

“Going somewhere?” Zayn asked

“On a date," Liam said with a smile, closing the door behind him.

"Sorry about that..." Zayn said

"Now where were we..." 

Zayn pulled me close into a protective hug. It was only 8:30, but we fell asleep cuddled up with soft music from the old movies playing.