Imagine This (One Direction Imagines)

.:9:. White Christmas

Christmas Morning

It was a cold day in hell when Zayn would wake up before you. And the devil was in a scarf today.

You were in a deep sleep when a shower of kisses left tingles on your face.

"It's Christmas, love," Zayn whispers huskily in your ear, causing you to shiver.

"Morning, babe," you say, dodging his kiss to go brush your teeth. "Is it time to visit the parents?" you ask, temporarily removing the toothbrush from your mouth.

Zayn was laying back in the bed, hands crossed behind his head as he watched you. "Snowed in," he says simply.

"Whaaat?" you ask, spitting out the water in your mouth and walking to stand over Zayn.

"Who's snowed in?" you ask, dumbfounded.

"Us, them, most of London," Zayn says, enjoying the shock on your face.

"What are we gonna do?" you ask, suddenly disappointed.

Zayn wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into bed with him. "We'll stay here all day and have fun on our first Christmas alone."

You smiled at the idea. "Ok," you agreed moments later. "What are we going to do?"

After about an hour, you and Zayn were under a couple comforters in front of a raging fire. The two of you were eating left over Chinese and ice cream. They were the only food you had in the flat.

You were cuddled into each other for hours, just talking without a moments pause.

After a while Zayn asks you, "Are you ready for your gift?"

You smile. "Only if you're ready for yours."

You run off to the room and pull the gift box from your travel bag. You hurry back to Zayn realizing that he hadn't moved.

"It's in my pocket," he explains, seeing your confused face.

You sit next to him and you ask, "Who first?"

"Me," he says, with stubborn humor.

"Ok," you agree, putting your gift to the side.

"Babe," Zayn said, all traces of laughter erased from his perfect face. "I've loved you for so long, we fit so well together. Our hands," he says intertwining your fingers, "our lips," he leans in for a passionate kiss, "our bodies" he traces his other hand from your neck to your hip making you look down shyly. "But I hate the distance. You live so far, so . . . " he trails off shifting his body to reach into his pocket.

He wouldn't . . .

Zayn pulls a small, red gift wrapped box from his pocket handing it to you.

. . . but he did.

He handed you the box and you slowly unwrapped it, revealing the key that you had seen on his chain for so long.

"Zayn," you breath.

"Will you live here, love? With me?"

"YES," you yell, jumping to hug him, falling over with him. "Oh, Zayn, yes."

You kiss him repeatedly and it soon became heated.

After a while, while you kiss his neck, he mumbles to you, "Is this your gift?"

You laugh against his neck, running your hands over his shirtless figure. "It was just a sweater, but I can give you much better . . ." you smile, seductively, continuing where you had left off.