insane | zayn malik

Insane 3 | Efficacious

Insane 3 | Efficacious

mori's pov.

Faintly, I heard the sound of a deep rich accent talking lowly as I woke up out of my sleep. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Zayn on the edge of the bed. His back was facing towards me as he talked on the phone. I couldn't really hear him clearly since he was talking so quietly. The sight of his bare back and shoulders was really sexy, but his accented voice was even sexier in the morning. After he finished his phone call I closed my eyes shut and pretended to be sleep.

"You're not slick, wake ya ass up," Zayn chuckled slapping my face playfully.

I touch my face as I opened my eyes. Dramatically, I let out a gasp, "Wow, you're such a jerk."

"You think this jerk is sexy," he smirked leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"That I do," I sat up and leaned by back against the headboard of his bed. When I looked into his eyes I saw something so pure and real—happiness. He looked so happy, and knowing that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Come on, let me make you some breakfast," Zayn offered.

"Aw you're so sweet," I smile pulling the covers off and sliding out of the big warm bed. The shirt I had on wasn't really mine but it was one of Zayn's white shirts that was surprisingly long, and man it smelt like him.

He took my hands and said something to me, "But first you have to brush your teeth because your breath stanks."

"Shut up," I groan taking my hands away from his, rolling my eyes and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth since it 'stanks'.

After I brushed my teeth and pulled my frizzy hair back I made my way down the stairs. Over time I have finally found my way through this big ass house. He was comfortable with me being here and I was glad. Zayn had told me that he really didn't have people over because he liked his space and his own privacy. Then he had explained that he was getting used to my presence and he liked me being around. His persona was so calming, unique, and refreshing. I liked it very much. And overall, I liked being around him.

"I brushed my teeth you imbecile," I announced as I walked into the kitchen that smelled like fresh-cooked breakfast. Zayn chuckled as he flipped a pancake with a black spatula. He has already prepared the eggs and the fruit on some fancy black plates next to him. There were times where he has cooked for me before, and his meals were always delicious. I was quite embarrassed because I really didn't know how to cook. He knew that because I had told him why—nobody really taught me..and that was a very long story for another time.

"And breakfast is served babe," Zayn sat my plate in front of me and immediately my stomach started to growl.

"Thank you so much," I sigh happily before I dug in.

"Just to let you know that I fired Michael this morning. We don't have to worry about him anymore," Zayn said to me as he poured more syrup on his pancakes.

"My god Zayn," I give him a look in which he shrugs.

"What? I had to do what I had to do," he defended.

"You don't know what that man is going through. Maybe he was having a bad day," I tell him.

Zayn scoffed, getting a forkful of his eggs in his mouth, soon mumbling, "Nah, he's was acting like a bi—,"

"Okay, I get it," I stop him, soon sighing. "I see what you're saying now. Maybe he didn't have to be that rude to me."

"I'm just—," he shook his head and stopped talking. "Nevermind."

"What? Just say it," I urge him gently.

"I'm just overprotective over you. Yes, it might sound a bit crazy but I have strong feelings for you already Mori. He was being rude and I just wasn't having that—actually, he should have watched who the fuck he was talking to. Besides that...love, you're my girl and I won't let anybody blankly disrespect you in right of me. I just can't tolerate that, no way," he huffed out folding his arms over his chest.

I smile gently, throughout his rant my heart was just fluttering so much. Never in my life have I met a guy so caring and considerate, "Babe, you're the greatest."

"You aren't upset?" He asked quirking a brow up at me.

"Nah, do you babe," I chuckle rubbing my foot against his leg.

We both finished breakfast and I washed the plates even though Zayn insisted that I shouldn't. I didn't mind and did it anyway, to my amusement.

"You're so hardheaded," Zayn grumbled turning me around so I could face him. He pushed me against the counter with a blank look on his face with hands on my hips.

"Because I wanted to wash the dishes? Boy bye," I push his forehead away from me, but he kept on coming back. "C'mon Zayn, what ya want?"

"I wanna show you something," he tells me before he took my hand and guided me out the kitchen.

He opened the backdoor for me and led me towards the backyard. The summer sun was beaming and the early morning wind blew against my skin. I smiled at the magnificent view in front of me. The pavement underneath me was warm to my bare feet. His house was so isolated and high up. Trees were below the house and the sight of the city in the distance was beautiful.

"When I was little I always used to watch the sun rise in the morning. It was calming and the view was so pretty. My dad told me that beautiful things are simple things. And oddly somehow..just somehow this makes me feel like I'm not some psychopath," Zayn admitted.

I smiled even more when I felt his arms wrap around my waist. The energy and the connection we had was just so overwhelming, but in a good way. I was starting to get quite emotional..I haven't felt this way before.

His chin rested on my shoulder, I felt him kiss my cheek gently, "You deserve the world."

"Y-You really think so?" I croak as a hot tear feel down my face, but I quickly wiped my cheek before he could see it. My emotions were getting to the best of me. And he was the one making me feel this..this burning passion in my body.

"Yes..and if I'm the only one to give it to you then I would call myself a very proud man," Zayn stepped in front of me and looked straight into my eyes, seeing right through me. I bet he could see all the hurt and pain I have been through in my life. This man right here was my light. And for so long I have been stranded alone in the dark..but now I am found.

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