{ Friends To Lovers } - Zack Fair x Reader (Modern! AU)

Part five - in which there's no post on Sundays

The next morning you opened your eyes to the pastel glow the sun bathed your bedroom in. Yawning, you sat up and as you looked through the window you were met with the clear blue sky. Then your gaze fell upon your mobile laying on the bed table, blinking as to show your new messages.

Of course it was Zack who had sent them.

„Did you get home safely?"
„Spiky did take care of it, didn't he??"

Chuckling you rolled your eyes but instead of answering right away, you decided to wait for a bit. Not because you didn't want to text him but because you knew he was busy at the moment, with him usually being at the gym with Angeal or jogging every Sunday morning. Yeah, he actually was as hyper as that – something you couldn't quite understand being no morning person and all.

Rather happy about having some time for yourself for a change you prepared your favourite hot beverage to make yourself comfortable on the armchair with a new book you bought yesterday, afterwards.

An hour went by like this and if it were for you many could've followed after it, if it hadn't been for someone ringing the bell, which dragged you back to reality.

Sighing you glanced down at yourself. You were still wearing your pajamas consisting of baggy pants and a big shirt, and while you did freshen up you went without putting on any make up, your hair up in a messy bun.

Why should it have been different, though? It was Sunday and as everyone learned by reading or watching Harry Potter: no post on Sundays.

Without thinking too much of it you shuffled to the door. When you opened it though you wished you hadn't. There he was, being as hyper as ever, the only thing missing a dog leash between his teeth to pass for an actual puppy, you thought.

He looked down at you with a big grin on his face.

"Rise and shine, [Name]! Cute pj's by the way."

You groaned. As much as you did enjoy spending time with him (even more after the past two days) you really didn't want to be bothered right now.

"Zack, how often do I need to tell you I like to keep Sundays to myself?"

He didn't apologize, heck he didn't even wait for you to invite him in, instead the dark-haired male just pushed the two of you inside your flat and shut the door.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that! I even texted you I'd come over, didn't you get it?"

You thought about your mobile phone, still laying in your bedroom and shook your head.

"...no."

Zack laughed.

"You sound just like Cloud. It really does seem like you're spending too much time together, just like when he was so... sarcastic yesterday... did I use that word correctly? What was that about anyways?"

"You're talking too much, Puppy. Do you want to drink something? No caffeine though, seems like you've had enough of that already."

"You're mean!", he whined, although one second later hugging you. "Wait, you're not mad at me, are you?"

Sighing you placed your hands on his back, feeling his muscles tense a bit and leaned your head against his chest.

The scent of his cologne filled your lungs and you wondered if he had just put it on. Considering his duffle bag he used for the gym on your floor, it did make sense.

"Is there a reason I should be? Well aside from interrupting my precious reading time."

His laugh resonated in your flat and against your body, which filled you once again with the feeling of hundreds of butterflies in your stomach.