Just in love ( Zustin ) ( Sloww Updates)

02.

Zayn Malik POV

I tiptoed towards the bed, seeing Justin asleep. Soft snoring filled the bedroom air as he laid on his stomach, hugging one of his soft pillows. The duvet was on the floor next to the bed, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He sweated so much, the weather in Delhi wasn't helping either. I wonder why he hadn't turned on the air conditioner.

I wiped his forehead with a tissue paper , before placing a kiss on his forehead. He looked so peaceful asleep, I just wish he was as peaceful when he's awake.

He always found a way to piss me off and make me do stupid things out of anger. I get it, he's not used to this lifestyle, he lived with his parents in Canada, and he was an only child. His mother was a Sri Lankan doctor, and his father was a Canadian businessman. South Asian culture was far from the life he lived in Canada. Even though his mother was a Sri Lankan, he'd never visited his mother's country more than once. I'm glad he did because I met him in Sri Lanka, at an elephant orphanage there.

He was traveling there with his family, and I with my friends.

He was so little, only 15 years old when I first saw him. You wouldn't believe how cute he looked back then... Not that he isn't, now. With his dirty blonde hair and hazel, almost yellow eyes, he was super skinny, like I could break him in two using just two fingers. But he was chubby in a cute way.. and extremely short. He was supposed to be tall because he was a white, but he wasn't. He was so small among other white people.

Being an Asian, I absolutely loved his different body shape,and specifically his hair, and his super pale skin, it looked like a clean white paper with no mark at all. I just loved white people... to be honest. In South Asia, people have brown or golden like skin. I just loved Justin's pale skin that turned pink when it's hot.

And the way he spoke.. he had a very cute accent.

I just loved everything about him. Instead of watching the elephants, all I did the whole time was stalking him. I even had my friend get a picture of him because he deserved to be cherished..

We struggled so much on our way to who we are today.. a family. I just didn't want to lose him, but now.. I can't believe I hit him. I hurt my husband..

" Zi?" Justin spoke, still half asleep. " Go back to sleep, darling" I whispered, kissing his cheek softly. He hummed before falling asleep again.

I walked towards the drawers, grabbing the remote to the AC and turning it on. I went back to Justin, placing the duvet back over him.

I decided to take a shower while he slept.

Once I was done showering and had clean clothes on, I went to the bed, tying my hair with a rubber band. He was surprisingly still asleep..note the sarcasm?

He just loved the bed, in every aspect.

" Time to get up, Jay. I think dinner is ready. " I spoke, sighing as I picked up the plate of food that was near the window. In my room, there was a window from inside the house, my mother probably placed the food on the bed side table through that. It had metal bars, that was shaped like lotus flowers. So Justin couldn't sneak out through it.

The food was rotten, Justin must have been starving all day, which wasn't good to his health because he had gastritis.

" Zayn! Ruhie!! Call everyone else the dinner's ready!" Ma yelled from the dining room. So the whole house can hear. In India, houses are big, like mansions because the kids don't move out, girls go live with their husbands, and boys live in the house they were born in.