One direction imagines and prefrences

Breakfast (zayn)

Zayn: Out of the both of you, you're the one who usually wakes up first. Most times you go on to wake Zayn by scattering kisses around his tattooed chest, reveling on the way he groans at your soft touch. But today you decide he deserves something a little less tiring considering the late night he had. The hardwood floors are cool against the pads of your feet, cluttered too with dirty clothing you're too lazy to pick up. In the kitchen, without a doubt, the coffee must go on first, two sizable mugs filled with the steaming beverage. As you sip yours, the omelet station is set up; grated cheese, fresh sliced tomatoes, and turkey ham. Cooking it is the tricky part but with the amount of practice you've had, it's over before you know it. Carefully, you take the extra cup and a full plate back to the bedroom, managing not to trip on the way. You set everything down on the bedside table before you go on to shake him into consciousness. You take in his messy bed hair, the way his eyes are glazed over as they rake over your form. The smell of food brings a crooked smile to his face; arms breaking through the wall of sheets to entrap your waist, bringing you down for a slow kiss full of promise.