My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Forever and Always

Jess POV
My mind suddenly started pouncing questions about what he just asked me. I could feel my heart beating to it's fastest, but this time not in fear, in happiness. My face widened to reveal a smile and I looked at his eyes, thrilled, nervous and all kinds of loved. He held my hand even more tighter, trying to convince himself about the state of my answer. I knelt down with him, holding both of his hands.

'I will be an idiot if I said no, Sir.'
I replied, slowly and softly, trying to slow down everything around me and trying to be a part of this very moment for as long as I could.

His smile widened at my response as he slid the ring gently into one of my fingers. I stared at it, it was the most beautiful piece I ever had worn in my entire life, mayebe because it reminded me of him and of us.

'I love you, Zayn.'
I cupped his face, with my eyes welled up with tears.

He placed his hands on mine that were still laid on his cheeks.

'You know what's the best part?'
He whispered, seducing me already with that short distance between us.

'What?'
I whispered back, meeting his hazel eyes.

'When you tell me you love me. It's as if I accomplished. I won your heart, I left behind all my pain.'

He joined his forehead with mine, making me feel his warm breath against my neck.

'Zayn? I can't believe it's happening. I think it's all unreal. I can't believe I finally had you, here with me, all mine.'

'Believe now.'
He whispered as he placed his lips on mine, giving me a sudden trail of that wanted touch. I closed my eyes as my lips synched with his, making me believe of his very existence.

I don't remember how the night ended so quickly or maybe I was still wondering some angelic move could actually freeze the moment for me, forever and always. I opened my eyes, blinking my sweaty eyelashes until I caught a glimpse of my face leaned against something soft. I moved my fingers touching his soft skin and drawing circles over his tattoos. I followed my sight up with my fingers trailing over his skin until I caught his eyes meeting mine, with one of those clearly seducing smiles plastered on his face.

'I love when you do this.'
He spoke out in a sleepy yet rough voice.

'How long have you been awakened?'
I smiled, clearly taking the compliment.

'Just a few minutes when I was amusing myself with that touch.'
He smirked.

I lowered my head, feeling my cheeks burning as I slowly sit down on the bed digging my face on his chest.

'Zayn?

'Yes babe?'

'How did we ended up here?'
I was still touching his inked skin.

'Well, my little sleeping beauty slept in my arms back when I thought you were listening to me.'

'I'm so sorry Zaynie, I don't even remember when I slept.'

I looked up at him as he placed his hands around my face and kissed me harder this time. When we pulled apart, I could feel him panting for breath.

'Are you nervous?'
He asked between breaths, still with his hands cupping my face.

'About what?'

'The whole thing I said and you agreed and yeah so are you nervous?'
He was still rooting for a deep breath.

'Babe, I don't understand what are you talking about. '

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his exceptionally fast heartbeat.