falling for him // ziall

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Niall’s POV

I woke up feeling some strong and secure arms wrapped around me. I smile as I sensed the scent, Zayn, definitely Zayn. I looked up and smiled at the sound asleep figure of Zayn. He looked so beautiful. No, beautiful doesn’t even cover it…. I really don’t know another word to cover Zayn’s beauty. He could easily be disguised as a prince. Zayn really is my prince… He basically chose me over Nina, me over her! Nina is a very gorgeous girl; she’s got a perfect body, pretty hair, nice hazel eyes, and a beautiful smile she never uses… But Zayn chose me over Nina. That’s just wowing… I feel so lucky. This god loves a little leprechaun like me… Wow...

I stroked Zayn’s nose with my thumb slowly down the bridge of his nose, under his eyes, up towards his forehead and then I pecked his forehead lovingly. I traced the outline of his lips with mine and pecked his lips softly. I looked at this sleeping beauty and smiled to myself. He’s all mine… Well, he hasn’t asked me to be his boyfriend, but… We like each other…? I mean he said ‘he was falling for me’ so… I sighed a bit too heavily to myself…

“What’s wrong, babe?” Zayn mumbled.

“Holy shit, you’re awake,” I cussed under my breath.

Zayn chuckled, “Yes, I am, I just like it when I get to feel your warmth in my arms and I didn’t want you to leave…” Zayn admitted.

I smiled to myself, “I’ll never leave Zayn,”

“Good,” Zayn kissed my forehead, “Now, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

I bit my lip, I didn’t want to lie to him, but I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he doesn’t want to do, “It’s nothing,” I shrugged it off.

Zayn looked at me suspiciously, but then hesitantly said, “Okay, well, you know I’m always here if you want to talk right?”

I nodded and kissed his lips softly, “What’s for breakfast?”

“You’re always hungry aren’t you, babe?” Zayn teased, poking my nose softly.

My stomach always flutters when Zayn calls me babe. It makes butterflies form and fly all around and it makes me feel vulnerable, but in a good way. It makes me feel loved. It makes me feel weak at my knees… I just love how he gives me all these feelings I’ve never gotten before.

“I can’t help it!” I shrugged.

Zayn kissed my forehead and propped himself on his forearms, “Well, there’s pancakes…”

“OH! PANCAKES!” My face lit up. “I love pancakes!”

“But…on one condition,”

My face fell, “Ugh, fine… What?”

Zayn grabbed the sides of my lips and turned them up so I was ‘smiling’ “You have to help me,” Zayn winked and smiled mischievously.

“What do you have in mind, Malik?” I looked at him suspiciously.

“You’ll see, babe,” He kissed my forehead and intertwined his fingers in mine as if they fit perfectly and led me to the kitchen.

Zayn took out the flour, the sugar, the butter, the pan, and the eggs.

“I’ll mix the flour and the other things,” I said trying to sound professional.

“You don’t know how to make pancakes do you?” Zayn mocked me.

I gasped, “Yes I do!” I crossed my arms and pouted.