Keep Wishing (One Direction)

Chapter Two; Always Kiss Me Goodnight

There will be someone in here a lot of people don’t like! I’m sorry, I hate his singing, but I think he is nice (what I have seen of him) so I put him in here.

“Zayn,” I groaned, hitting the boy again. He didn’t move, again. Dude can sleep through anything!

I grinned when the idea came to my head. “Zayn,” I squealed, jumping on the boy and bouncing up and down. I heard a moan escape Zayn’s mouth and I rolled off. I was laughing so hard when he finally woke up.

“Did you seriously have to wake me up like that?” He asked, giving me a dirty look.

“Yes, yes I did!” I told him excitedly, still laughing hard.

“You’re immature,” Zayn told me, rolling over.

“DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR!” I yelled in his ear, making him jump.

“I’m up!” He shouted, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling a shirt on.

“Thank you,” I laughed, jumping off the bed and throwing a shirt of Zayn’s on. He looked me over and I smiled. I threw on a pair of his sweatpants, making him laugh. I started wearing his clothes since the wedding because I had gotten bigger, and now it’s a habit.

“Your stomach is poking out,” Zayn told me, walking over to me. I looked down and sure enough, the very bottom was. Maybe Zayn was just a little too skinny. He hugged me, kissing my neck. I leaned against him and he smiled against my neck.

                The baby kicked me, and I knew Zayn could feel it because he jumped a little.

“I didn’t ruin a moment for once!” I squealed, making Zayn laugh. He had told me over the last month, I have ruined 99% of the romantic moments.

“No, you actually didn’t.” He laughed. My stomach growled before he could kiss me, making me laugh. “And there you did.”

“Can we go see if the boys are being super nice this morning and making something to eat? Because that would be TOTALLY nice, I would hug them so hard!” I told Zayn, pulling him to the kitchen.

“HOLA,” I shouted, walking into the room, Zayn at my heels. Louis and Liam were crowded around the stove, thankfully. Niall was sitting on a bar stool, watching Louis and Liam. Harry was on the couch, his arm around Becca.

“Awww,” I shouted, getting my mouth covered by Zayn.                               

“Shut up!” Zayn whispered in my ear, making me shiver. One thing that everyone made fun of me about, Zayn always had some way to make me blush.

(Becca’s POV)