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Saturday Mornings

Havana.

This is really happening. All thanks to last night. I can't even believe it for the first time. My first boyfriend. I just-this can't even be real. Waking up in his arms feels amazing. Like I'm on a joyride. Words cannot describe my feelings. I never thought that this day would come, but now it's finally here and I will enjoy my moment for the rest of my life. As I laid in his arms, I felt light kisses on my neck.

"Good morning Havana." Zayn mumbled, against my neck.

"Morning." I replied, facing him.

Zayn's eyes are so beautiful.

"What do you want to do today?" Zayn asked.

"I don't know." I replied.

"Oh! I found this really cool place. I'd love to take you there." Zayn suggested.

"What's the place?"

"I can't tell you." Zayn teased.

"Please?"

"Nope, now go get ready. I will do the same." Zayn chuckled, while getting up and walking out of my room.

I lightly giggled and got out of bed. I walked to the bathroom as Zayn walked to the other one. I then turned the water on for my shower and stripped out my clothes, then jumped in.

***

"So you just majestically found this place?" I questioned Zayn.

"Yup," Zayn answered, as he grasped my hand. " now, pick a spot."

I looked around and quickly pointed to a spot on the rock wall.

"Okay. Pick a random can from my bag." Zayn ordered.

I looked at him weirdly and carefully grabbed a random can from his bag.

"Are we spray painting?" I asked.

"Yup," Zayn answered, grabbing a can and starting spraying a random spot. "You are quite the artistic person."

"Thanks." I replied, and started to paint.

At first, so many ideas came to my mind but I chose one in specific. A lighting storm. I started out with painting the trees and clouds. Then, lighting bolts and flames. Sometimes I think that I have a weird mind but then again, I'm weird. I continued, and added small birds flying away from the trees, and a mountain in the distance. I stepped back a tad bit amazed at what I did.

"I like it. I really do. What's the story behind it?" Zayn complimented.

"What do mean a story?" I asked.

"Every drawing has a reason or a story behind it." Zayn explained.

Well, it's like basically a forest with a mountain. Except, it's a lighting storm. The forest is me and the lighting storm and fire is what my life is like.

"Uhm, I really don't know. It just came to me out of nowhere." I lied.

"You sure?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Is there something that you're not telling me?" Zayn questioned.

Yes.

"No." I lied, again.

"Okay." Zayn said, unsure and went back to his art.

Since I was done with mine, I just sat away from the cliff, looking out onto the nature. If you haven't guessed by now, we're on a big hill with mountains and trees. It's all beautiful nature from here. I closed my eyes for a few seconds when I felt a certain urge. Like someone was watching me. I looked behind me, to see Zayn still painting. I brushed off the feeling and kept looking off into the distance.

Zayn.

I feel at peace in this moment with Havana. Like, nothing can break this chill vibe. But at the same time, I feel like Havana is most definitely hiding something from me. I don't know what but, I hope she tells me soon. She can most definitely tell me anything. I'm not just saying that because I'm her boyfriend or anything. I trust her and I hope she trusts me too.

| aw, I gave Zayn a cute little POV. So how was it? Sorry for the delay. In lazy... -Andrea|