Love is happens to anyone, anytime with anyone.
Love is a mixture of paradise and hell-fire.
It can either be the most painful thing or the most joyous thing to experience.
And this love story is just everything.
( Note : I've only used my name i...
I parked my car in the garage and got down but Zayn stayed in his seat. "Babe, get down." I said but he shook his head. "Why?" I asked, opening his door and he tried to close it. I stood in the way and saw that he was buckled into his seat belt. Unstrapping it, I pulled him out, shut the door and locked the car.
"Let's go." I said and he kept moving back. I caught his arm and pulled me with him until I got fed up. "What's your problem?" I snapped and he gave me the puppy eyes. "I am scared to meet your dad. What if he shoots me?" He asked innocently and I burst out laughing causing him to glare at me. "He won't shoot you, Zayn. He works in the CIA not in the military. If you need this to happen, you have to talk to him. Or go home and sleep alone." I crossed my arms over my chest and he sighed.
"Fine. But don't me alone with him." He said and I smiled. I held his hand and opened the door. "Sit, I'll go get you some juice." I said but he didn't let me go. "Seriously? I will be just 20 feet away from you. Not 20 miles." I said and he pulled away.
I took a glass and Tropicana from the fridge, pouring the juice. "Aren't you Zayn?" I heard my dad's voice say. I smiled to myself, taking another glass of juice. "Lakshita..." Dad smiled, looking at me and I handed Zayn the juice and then my dad.
"Dad, this is Zayn, my boyfriend. And Zayn, this is my father." I introduced unnecessarily. Sitting on my dad's lap, I raised an eyebrow at Zayn and he just bit his lip. "So, what do you do?" My dad asked. "Sir, I am part of this Pop Band called One Direction. I am a singer and a model." He said and dad looked at me.
"Don't tell me this boy is from the band you use to be fan girling when you were 14." He said. "Dad!" I complained, blushing and Zayn smiled at me, giving me a wink. "Sir.." He started and dad stopped him. "Call me Dad." He said and I smiled. "Dad, Lakshita and I have been together for 10 months. It is not a very long time but to me it feels like forever. I bought an apartment for us and I would like if Lakshita could move in with me." He said and Dad chuckled.
"Of course she can. I just want you to not hurt her, son. She means a lot to me." Dad said and I rolled my eyes, sitting happily. "Thank you very much. I know she's your princess but she's been my queen since the day I met her. I'll treat like one." Zayn promised and i shook my head, calling him an idiot silently.
After small conversation, Zayn and I went to my room, starting to pack my stuff. Zayn was packing my clothes. "You write diaries?" He asked and I snatched it from his hands. "Yeah, I do." I said, stuffing it into my bag. He continued stuffing my clothes while I packed the rest.
Siddharth helped us take the stuff to the new apartment. We started unpacking the stuff. We took breaks and Zayn lay down on the couch, asking for rest around 11. I continued to unpack and was done by 1. Yawning, I walked to the living room, getting myself some water.
Zayn was fast asleep on the couch.
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He was sleeping so peacefully and I didn't want to wake him up. The cuteness on his face, it was undescribable. I removed his shoes and placed his legs comfortably on the couch and covered his body with a blanket. He held my hand and mumbled something. I kissed his forehead, gently and he smiled in his sleep, his grip on my hand loosening. Looking at him one last time, I went to the room and threw myself on the bed, falling fast asleep.
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5 am:
"LAKSHITA! NO! NO!" I heard Zayn shout, making me fall off the bed. Rubbing my butt, I stood up, walking to the living room. He was still asleep, crying so much. I placed his head on my lap and wiped his tears. "Zayn... I am here. Shh, everything is fine, baby." I whispered and he woke up, breathing hard. He looked up at me, sighed and hugged my stomach and cried hard. "Zee, it's fine. Calm down. Just a bad dream." I said and he pulled away shaking his head. "Not a bad dream?" I asked and he cried again.
"Whatever your dream was, I am fine, you are fine and everyone is fine. Caesar is also fine." I assured and he slowly calmed down. Entangling my fingers in his hair, I slowly stroked it, kissing him at frequent intervals. His breathing became normal and in no time he was asleep.
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11 am:
Zayn sat at the table and I served him apple pie and milk. He started eating the food and I sat opposite to him, drinking my milk slowly. "Are you pregnant?" Zayn asked and I choked on the milk. "Am I what?!" I asked and he bit his lip, looking at me. "Are you pregnant?" He asked and I shook my head, giving him a weird look. "You used a condom all the time Zayn. I don't think so." I said and he nodded.
"Why?" I asked and he sighed. "I just had a dream of you going through labor." He said and I burst out laughing. "Is that why you were crying?" I asked and he looked up, shocked. "How do you know?" He asked and I shook my head, biting my lip to stop laughing. "You were crying so much and I just wanted your pain to stop. It hurt me so bad. At that point I didn't want a kid." He said, pouting and I leaned forward, kissing his lips.
"I am fine and that pain is necessary. Don't worry. It's not going to happen immediately." I said and he nodded, blushing.
"Let's go out and have fun." I said, standing up and he got up, tickling me from behind.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdWZglWfCVI) (What happens when Lakshita and Zayn go out. Just imagine them instead of that people)
