Picture Perfect (Zayn Malik)

A New beginnig (7)

 The Sydney sun was beaming through the un shut curtain that was situated across the room. I opened my eyes taking in all my surroundings. I looked around the room which didn't look like my bedroom. The TV was still on, but there was nothing but a shade of black scattered across the screen. There was popcorn and sweets in bowls on the table and some scattered on the floor. I removed the blanket that was evenly spread across my body and tried to shift off of the couch before I felt a pair of hands tugging at my waist pulling me back onto the couch in the position I was before. A smile spread across my lips when I realized where I was, and who I was with. I looked up at Zayn and smiled as I felt his arms wrap around my waist. His eyes were barely open, his lips were slightly apart and his always perfect hair was slightly scuffed.

"Morning beautiful" I began to blush and I knew my cheeks were now red. I wasn't use to having someone call me beautiful. Well apart from my parents, but there my parents, there obliged to call me beautiful. Not to say I was ugly but hearing those words come out of Zayn's mouth makes me believe it all that much more, although it would still take me a while or forever to get used to it. I don't think I could ever get used to it. Truth be told, I don't think I Can get use to the idea of having a boyfriend. It's all new to me; having a boyfriend, being loved, wanted and needed by someone for the first time in my life was all very new to me. It was all surreal to be exact, but I liked it. That feeling of being wanted, needed and loved felt good. It made me feel as though I might mean something to someone, and that someone was no other than Zayn Malik himself. How this ever happened I will never know, but I'm glad it did.

"Morning" I pecked Zayn on his cheek before settling myself beside him again. My head resting against his chest, his hands wrapped around my body while he rested his head above mine. I saw an expression on Zayn's face which was unreadable, that was before a cheeky smile arose on his lips.

"What’s the matter?" I questioned whilst furiously lifting an eyebrow trying to keep a serious face, but my smile made that slightly difficult.

"Is that all I get?" I smiled and thought of what I was going to say, but before I had the chance to speak, I felt a pair of lips smash against mine. He always did this to me. Our lips moved in sync, seconds later I pulled away pecking his lips one last time before resting my head in the crook of his neck, a smile spread across my face, satisfied with teasing Zayn.

"You’re such a tease you know"

"mmhmm" I nodded whilst trying to hold in a giggle. Trying to contain myself from laughing was much too difficult when I felt a pair of hands tickle my sides. I was now laughing uncontrollably whilst crying from how much I was laughing.

"Stop it. Zayn... St.... Stop it" i managed to get these words out between laughter but it was no use. He wouldn't stop and the smirk in his face grew even bigger.

"Make me" I tightened my grip around Zayn's arms making it merely impossible for him to move. I pulled him closer to me before letting my lips brush over his. We slowly closed the gap between our lips. I felt Zayn smile into the kiss which made me smile too. I let the kiss linger for a few more seconds’ before pulling away; trying to catch my breath from my fit of laughter I previously endured in thanks to Zayn.

"So Mr Malik was that good enough for you" I smiled whilst winking in his direction. I could see the smirk on his lips form before he pressed his lips to my forehead for a few seconds.

"It was perfect" he was perfect. His gorgeous brown eyes, perfect looks, perfect body, perfect hair, and perfect personality. Everything about him was perfect. Not to mention he had a voice of an angel. The definition of perfect was him. Standing beside Zayn, I felt as imperfect as someone can get. My light brown eyes, hair and small body. I was quite skinny, but to me I never felt as though i was skinny enough. Always finding a way to cut the calories claiming that I needed to lose weight when in fact I needed to gain weight. The only thing I liked about myself was my hair. It was a light brown, with natural big curly waves that flowed down to about my bottom. I had grown my hair out since I was little. I always loved it and I still do now. I furrowed my head deeper into Zayn's shoulder and let out a sigh that was maybe too loud for my own good.