Kissing you. Zustin.
A story about two men, filled with romance, comedy, and drama. Read at your own risk if you are ready to be the part of the international celebrity and the heartthrob's love affair.
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"Few more weeks and we will be back home," Zayn exclaimed jiggling their flat and car keys in the glass bowl on the table by the door. The keys made clinking noise as they landed on the bowl. The bowl was decorated with little stones of different colors by Ali and Sophia, they had gifted him it on the father's day when Ali had first moved in with them officially.
"I can't wait. This place gives me goosebumps." Sophia pouted dragging her pink backpack behind her. She had already stuffer her uniform jacket inside the bag when they were sitting in the car.
"Oh yeah!" Zayn gave her a look hosting Ali on his hip so he could check if the doors were locked or not. He had found this new phobia where he constantly checked on the doors fearing that he had left them unlocked. It had started when they left their home for renovation purpose and moved into this new flat which was not settling in any of them making everyone anxious. Zayn tried to not be alone in the flat without his children. "But you insisted on decoding your room."
"To feel homey." She gave a toothy grin.
"Whatever you say baby girl." He placed Ali on the long L shaped leather sofa. But the little boy didn't let go of his father's blue t-shirt. He had opened his jacket for Ali to snuggle close to him.
"I am going to make us some lunch." He said kneeling down trying to look into Ali's scared eyes.
"And we will change our clothes while you make food. I am famished." Sophia said slowly opening Ali's tight fist from their father's t-shirt. "Make mac & cheese papa. I am carving it today." She smiled when Ali finally let go. It was Ali's favorite and Zayn's heart melted at how thoughtful his daughter was. She took Ali's hands in hers, helping him off the sofa. For a seven-year-old kid, he was too small and shy.
"I will get your bags." Zayn stood up from his position. He took Sophia's bag from the floor, Ali's was propped on his shoulder. He made his way to his bedroom with their backpacks. Today they were sleeping over with him, he didn't care how scared he would look as it was better if Ali and Sophia were in his arms than on the other side of the flat.
The flat was 2BHk located on the 20the floor. The leaving room was connected to an open kitchen. From the middle, of the baseline of the kitchen and living room the flat parted in two hallways, both ended with rooms. Zayn had chosen the smaller one deciding that his kids needed the bigger one. Both rooms had attached bathrooms connected to a walk-in closet which Zayn thought was an unnecessary structure for their short time period.
"Ali... don't worry. You know papa won't say anything like that." Zayn heard Sophia whispering to Ali in their shared room when he went to call them for their late lunch. "And I will be there to back you up."
