CHAPTER TWENTY
Anna’s Point-Of-View
‘Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you… happy birthday, dear Anna… happy birthday to you…’ I fluttered my eyes to see…
“Zayn?” he was kneeling beside my bed, holding three roses on his hand.
He smiled widely, “Happy birthday, babe.”
“Baby… you didn’t have to.” I sat up slowly as he stood up and sat next to me.
“I wanted to.” He slung his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead.
“You’re finally 18.” He whispered.
“Finally…” I smiled widely, coming to realize that I am free of parental supervision! I can do whatever I want! I am fr-
“But it doesn’t mean we’re not going to keep an eye on you. You are still our baby, MY BABY.”
I sighed, “But-“
“No buts.” He chuckled. “Now get dressed. We’re gonna have breakfast.”
“Where?”
“I won’t tell you. It’s a surprise.” He then stood up and, without a word, exited my room.
I took the time to look around me. It was still dark outside. I got my phone and looked at the time. 5:08 am? Wow. Zayn woke up this early?! Woah… he usually doesn’t get up before sunrise or even after. He was always a heavy sleeper.
I stared the roses that were on my lap for a minute. They were wonderful and they smelled phenomenal. Although they were beautiful, I’d always prefer stargazers over roses. I don’t know why but a stargazer just gets to me. You know? Roses only represent one emotion; love. While a stargazer… it looks romantic and… happy.
I shook off the thought and just took a long hot bath. I pulled out an oversized, cream-colored sweater and some black leggings. I decided to wear my denim, floral combat boots. Once my hair was dry, I styled it up to a high, messy ponytail. I got a large, red ribbon and pinned it on the side of my ponytail. As for make up? I decided to just put a little bit of eyeliner and blush then some lip gloss.
I looked at the time, 5:48 am. Not too bad.
I stepped out of the bathroom to see Zayn sitting on my bed. He wore his ever-famous varsity jacket that has the letter ‘Z’ stitched to it with a plain, white shirt underneath it, his dark skinny jeans, and some hi-cute sneakers. He looked up from his phone to me then smiled.
“Beautiful.” He muttered, standing up and walking to me with my glasses in his hand. He wore my glasses on my then wrapped his arms around my waist while mine snaked around his neck. He handed me the roses that he gave me earlier.
“So beautiful.” He whispered before pulling me in for a kiss. It wasn’t too long before he pulled away and started walking towards the door, leaving me there wanting more.
“Come on, boo.” He motioned to the door, pulling two roses from his back.
“But I want more kissies.” I pouted.
“You’ll get more kissies later but right now we’re in a hurry.” He grabbed my hand we both made our way out of the hotel.
Stepping out in Paris this early in the morning was absolutely incredible. Only a few people were out and it was damn cold. I guess wearing only a sweater was a bad idea.
I was pulling down my sleeves to cover up my hands when I felt Zayn take my hands in his, gripping them tightly with his big warm hands. I smiled up to him looking down at me, smiling weirdly.
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