Love In Death (1D AU)

Chapter Nineteen - Attic

Perrie decided to wake Zayn up early so they could actually get something done today. She looked at his sleeping body that was lying on their bed. Earlier, Perrie asked Helena if she could take her shift watching the shack today and Helena told her she would help Perrie with anything. Perrie had gotten dressed into the same thing she was wearing yesterday. Although, her plaid top and headband were now purple.

Perrie lay down next to Zayn and put her face close to his.

"Zayn, babe, you need to wake up." She whispered. Zayn smiled and rolled onto his back but didn't get up. Perrie needed to change her strategy. She got up from her laying position and straddled his waist and laid on his chest. She placed small kisses along his neck and he moaned.

"You have to get up. We re-decorating today. Remember yesterday we got...distracted." He giggled slightly and opened his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Goodmorning." He said in his sexy morning voice.

"Hey handsome." They kissed, slowly, on the lips and without breaking contact Perrie got off the bed and stood next to the side Zayn was lying on.

"Get up." She whispered and walked away. He got up straight away.

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Once they were both up and dressed they decided that they would look through the boxes before they did anything.

"Almost one hundred years and we never thought to look through this stuff." Zayn said. Perrie nodded as they stood in the doorway and looked around. Seeing all they used so far was the bed, they could move some stuff around. Perrie moved over to the back of the room and Zayn stayed near the door and they started to search through the boxes.

"Hey Perrie." Zayn called. She looked up to see him holding an old ladies night gown up as if he were wearing it. Perrie couldn't help but laugh at the image of Zayn actually wearing it. She started laughing so hard she was silent when he started dancing with it.

"Throw...that out." She said between laughs. He threw it into the air and it disappeared. Although they agreed that they would do everything without any 'voo-doo magic', they made an exception for throwing things out because they aren't alive anymore, they couldn't just take out the trash.

Perrie threw a couple of things out before she came to a small, hand-sized package. It was encased in brown paper. She picked it up from the bottom of the box, it was heavier then Perrie expected. She walked over to the perfectly made bed and carefully placed it on the blanket.

Zayn noticed her sitting on the bed and watched for a few seconds before continuing to throw out old ladies garments. Perrie looked at the wrapping and carefully unfolded it from left to right. She thought about the historians that would pay thousands to get their hands on something like this before uncovering the most beautiful, glass perfume bottle. The glass was clear and the top was gold. The long pump was a tan pink colour.

Perrie sat and stared at the perfume bottle as a memory resurfced. She remembered the year before they moved to France, Perrie's Mother and Father bought her the most beautiful perfume bottle. This one wasn't as extravagant but it did hold some resemblences. She cleaned the dusty bottle with an old garment from Zayn's side of the room and cleaned the top of the chestnut chest of drawers in the back of the room and she placed it on top. The small chandelier on the ceiling reflected on the glass perfectly and Perrie decided to clean the mirror on the chest of drawers as well.

For some hours, they weren't counting, they laughed and searched through boxes in the attic until there were no more boxes left. They had put the items they wanted to keep in the chest of drawers and bedside tables. For example, Zayn kept lots of books that he found and Perrie kept some antique items. She found two journals, one empty and one full. She would make that her nightly book to read.