January. // z.m. au

Chapter 22

Boom Clap | Charli XCX

There was three short knocks at my door and I didn't even have to think twice before I was up and dashing to answer it. I checked the peephole just to make sure, first, before I was unhooking the locks and stood before the boy I wanted most. My Zayn.

My Zayn? Woah, that was weird but it kind of had a nice ring to it. My Zayn. Yeah, I liked it. I liked to think of him as mine, even if it was just in my head, and no one else's. No one could have him but me and I was one hundred percent content with that.

"Hey," I breathed -- how was I already breathless? -- before stepping aside to let him in. It was weird to think that only a few days ago we were here, in this very room, sucking each other's faces off. But it was definitely a moment I'd cherish forever.

I'd just finished re-locking the door and I was growing anxious because Zayn hadn't said a word yet. I was beginning to question if he was really here or if I was just imagining it all in my head. But then my thoughts were answered when a pair of hands connected with my waist, spinning me to face the opposite direction. And then after that everything was one big blur, like someone pressed the fast forward button on my life, because Zayn pressed his lips against mine.

It was bliss, complete bliss, and I contemplated if this was what heaven felt like or not. And would it be absolutely unacceptable if I said that this moment I was living in right now was probably way better than heaven any day? It probably was but I didn't give a single care because Zayn was kissing me again!

His arms soon started to wrap around my waist, holding me in a tight embrace, and I felt myself melting into him like I was ice and he was hot molten lava.

I could feel his lips spreading into a smile against mine and I couldn't help but reciprocate it. "God dammit, Jan. You'll be the death of me, I swear." he mumbled lazily, rolling his forehead against mine with closed eyelids. Funny thing was I could actually say the same for him as well. "You're so perfect," he said, pecking his lips against the skin on the side of my face. "I can't believe that I hadn't made the first move on you. I'm such an idiot."

I wasn't sure where Zayn was getting this sudden spurt of confidence from (not that he wasn't confident before, because he was, I'd like to think, his confidence was just bursting from the roofs now) but I definitely liked it. In fact, I loved it.

"I think I'd still be waiting if you were gonna make the first move. Probably be waiting for some years."

"Yeah?" he chuckled and I nodded, my smile growing wider. "I'd be sure to make it worth while." His hands cupped my face now, and if it was humanly possible, my face would be glowing like those bugs you'd find illuminating the park at dawn. I felt like I was glowing, though, on the inside. I felt like a firework waiting to be set off.

And now, right now in this very moment, I couldn't explain the happiness I felt inside. I was exactly where I wanted to be with Zayn. And it wasn't just because I'd finally got the chance to kiss his thin lips, no, but because there was no place I'd rather be. Just being in his very presence sent waves through my body. And that's all I could ever ask for. It's all I've ever really wanted.

***

I was caught in the middle of a laugh, (who knew Zayn could be so funny?) my sides burning, tears prickling at the sides of my eyes, when Zayn spoke. This time instead of the light chuckles leaving his lips, he was a bit more serious but still kept a smile on his face. We were lying across my bed, (totally innocent, I swear) Zayn lying on his side and turned towards me, while I was sprawled out like a starfish with my hands behind my head. It was great because we didn't have to keep kissing, even though I wouldn't exactly mind if we did, of course. We were here, together, laughing about anything and talking about whatever crossed our minds-nothing and everything in particular.