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...
Lying on the bed, I was watching '13 Reasons Why' on Netflix at 1 am in the morning. The room was pretty cold, I had opened the windows and heard the soft hoots of an owl. It was a moonless, dark night. Though the loneliness was comfortable, it was pretty scary. At that point, i was very angry with Zayn for getting a huge house with huge bedrooms.
Talking about my boyfriend, he still wasn't home. He was at the tour's success party. He had wanted me to come along but then I had got my periods a couple of hours back so he wanted me to stay home and rest.
There were two reasons why I was up at that time. Yes, I have insomnia problems unless I am sleeping with Zayn. The other reason was I was worried about him. It was very sure that he was going to come home drunk and I didn't want him to collapse on the floor. Or even better I didn't want him to collapse in the backseat of a taxi.
My phone vibrated and I answered it. "She been my queen since she was seventeen, oh yeah!" Zayn sang into the phone and I laughed. "How much did you drink?" I asked and there was silence. "Baby, when will you get me Nemo?" He asked and I giggled. "Gulped down 5 or 6 tins of beer?" I asked and there was a longer silence. "Wow." he said. "When are you getting your ass home, Malik?" I asked and he sighed. "I'll be there in half an hour, babe. Can't wait to cuddle up and sleep!" He said and I smiled. "I'm waiting. Be safe. Call me if you need anything." I said and he gave me kiss, hanging up.
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Time flew by and it was more than an hour. I had finished an Episode and was through half of another one. Though I was into the series, I was too worried about Zayn. My phone vibrated again and I immediately picked up. "Lakshita, it's Louis." He said, speaking from Zayn's phone. "We didn't want him to leave alone. Would you be able to come pick him up? Zayn wouldn't last until we leave." He said and I hung saying I'll be there in 10.
Locking the door, I rushed to the car, driving to the place that Louis sent me the location for. I parked my car and entered inside. I was only wearing a crop top and sweatpants, my hair just let down loose. The place was crowded and I was pretty sure 99% of the people were drunk. I made my way through the crowd of drunk-dancing people. I spotted Liam at the bar and approached him.
"Hey, Lakshita! So glad to see you here. Zayn hadn't told me you were coming..." He stopped and then looked at my clothes. "I guess you haven't come to the 'party'." He said and I shook my head, smiling. "Zayn's on that couch with Louis and Niall." He said and I smiled, walking away to that distant couch. Zayn was hugging Louis, trying to kiss him and I couldn't help but laugh.
He quickly turned and grinned. "Niall, you got me my teddy bear!" He squealed. "I was wrong. 7 or 8 it must be." I said, opening his arms wide. Zayn hugged me and he was nearly putting all of his weight on my body. "Niall.. help me take Zayn to the car, please?" I asked and Zayn pulled away. "No! Let's Party!" He complained, pulling me clumsily to the dance floor.
"Zee.. we need ti go." I said softly but he didnt listen. He wrapped his arms around me, dancing clumsily. He wanted to kiss me but I kept turning my face so he would kiss everywhere else but my lips. "Why won't you kiss me?" He pouted and I pecked his lips, the alcohol taste not going well with my Nachos I ate.
Finally, he grew tired and I convinced him to come home with me. I started driving home and he turned on the radio. He took the milkshake from the holder and started drinking. "Don't drink that, baby." I said, steering left. "But I am thirsty, Lakshita!" He said continuing to drink.
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Parking the car in the lot, I grabbed the drink from him, throwing it in the trash can. Getting out, I opened his door, unbuckled his seat belt and picked him up. I put his arm around my shoulder and mine around his waist. He walked clumsily in the lobby and I slowly led him into the elevator. I pressed floor 22 but Zayn ended pressing everything up to 21. It was seriously irritating but I didn't want to yell at him. He is too sensitive when he is drunk and I didn't want him to either lash out on me or cry all night.
After 10 minutes we reached home and I unlocked the door. The moment we entered, Zayn puked on me. I rushed him to the bathroom and held his forehead while he puked into the sink. Once he was done, he leaned against the wall, sliding down. "You okay?" I asked and he nodded. I stripped down to my underwear and pulled my hair into a ponytail. "Stay here, babe." I said and walked out.
Taking the mop from the store room, I mopped the floor next to the front door clean and rinsed the mop. Washing my clothes gently, I threw them away in the trash bag. It was beyond ruined. I went into the bathroom and Zayn was half conscious. I stripped him down to his boxers and washed his face. Taking him to the bed, I made him sit against the bed head and brought some water to drink.
He gulped it down and dropped it, the glass shattering. I quickly picked up the pieces and threw them away carefully but one unfortunately slit my hand slightly. Washing it in water and applying little turmeric powder on it, I went over to Zayn. He had collapsed on the bed and I took away my laptop and the Nachos. I wrapped a blanket over him and placed a pillow under his head. I climbed onto the bed next to him and soon fell asleep.
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I woke up around 1 pm in the afternoon to a "Fuck!" from Zayn. Ruffling my hair I sat on the bed and he was on the floor, unable to pick himself up. Yawning I walked up to him and helped him up. "Good morning to you too." I kissed his cheek and he smiled weakly. "What do you want?" I asked and he pointed to his stomach. "Go lie down on the bed, I'll come feed you." I laughed, walking to the bathroom. Freshening up, I went to the kitchen. I was too lazy to make anything too good. Making some Dosa and Chutney (South Indian food), I also made some lemon juice for him.
I went to the bed and shook him slightly. Squinting his eyes, he sat up slowly and his eyes lit up seeing the breakfast. the brunch actually. I started feeding him and he ate it, groaning in between. "Are you fine?" I asked and he shook his head. Once he was done with the food, he drank the lemon juice and I fluffed up his pillows, helping him lie down comfortably.
"Thanks, Lakshita." He said and I smiled. "Sleep, babe. You need rest." I said and pulled me close, pecking my lips. "I am so lucky to have you. I don't think anyone else would take care of me this good, baby. I love you so much!" He said and I giggled. "Don't make me blush now. I am happy to do it for you." I said and kissed him, watching him slowly fall asleep.
