The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Home With Me

Zyn's POV

I woke up and yawned. I looked down to see Aria sleeping on my chest. My movement must have stirred her, because she woke up almost immediately.

"Morning, sweetheart." I said

"Good morning."

"You're here a lot you know."

"Sorry. I can leave if you want."

"No, I'm just saying, why don't we make it a permanent move?" She shot up and looked at me.

"Like move in with you?"

Yea, all we ever do is stay at each other's places, so why don't you move over here?"

"Okay,We can move in tomorrow." She gave me a hug. "Let's go shopping."

"Shopping."

"I'm not moving into a guy's house with guy's stuff. We're getting stuff that a couple would have at their flat."

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An hour later, we had eaten breakfast, and we were both in jeans, tshirts and Aria had on a track jacket while i put on a black jacket.

We walked downstairs and hopped into my car. We drove into the center of town and walked into a furniture store.

"I like this one." Aria said, hopping onto a bed. I hopped on beside her and we both layed down.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I like it. What about you?"

"It's nice." She got up and walked to the store clerk across the way.

"We'll take the king size bed over there, with the navy bedding and pillows." She said, and we filled out the forms.

We alsobought a new lamp, overstuffed chair and new curtains.

"I hope you don't mind that we bought all that stuff."

'Not at all. It makes you happy, and it'll get its use."

"kay." She pulled out her iPhone and scrolled around a bit.

"What?"

"What?" I askd in confusin.

"Look. Zayn and Girlfriend Aria Move in? Seen shopping for furniture in London!"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry.There's gonna be paps and fans when we leave."

"I know."

"what do you want to do?"

"What would we normally do? We get the stuff delivered to your apartment, and then we walk out the front door, and I hold my head high."

'Wow. You're used to it?"

"I'll never be used to it. But i'm going to live with it, because that's what i do for the one I love."

"Alright." We walked out and she held my hand. Fans were pushing against us and cameras were everywhere. She smiled and so did I, and we made our way to the car and drove away.

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The next afternoon, Doniya and Michael were about to leave our apartment. They had helped us move in.

"Now, you realize, that if you hurt my sister, I'm going to have to beat you up." Michael pointed out.

"Michael, you can't take on Zayn." Aria said.

"Yes I can!"

"Alright, buddy, I doubt it, but alright." I said to him and he gave me a nod. I hugged my sister before they left.

Boxes were everywhere. They were in bedrooms, the kitchen, amily room, absolutely everywhere.

"Now, how many of these boxes are clothes, shoes, and accessories?" I asked.

"You don't want to know." And we left it at that.

"Let's put some music on, love." I mentioned.

"Okay, my iPod's in the dock over there." She pointed to the breakfast bar. I walked over and scrolled through the music.

'Wow, you got some oldies. Where do you get this music?" I said with a laugh.

"Hey! Don't laugh! that music is classic!"

"Hey, I agree, but I didn;t think that you'd be the girl with frank Sinatra, Billy Joel, Queen on your playlist."

"Put You Make Me Feel So Young on. That song is amazing times ten."  I selected it. After, we played all of her music and danced around putting stuff away.

Two days later, we were completely unpacked and were about to emerge from the apartment to go to dinner.

"You know why I love this place?" I asked Aria as she was doing her hair.

"Why?"

"Because it's ours." She smiled and shook out her curls.