Pause. Rewind. Play. (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 18: I Don't Know

I wake up to the sound of a phone ringing. I turn over in my sheets, seeing Harry next to me. He's only in his boxers and I'm in shorts and a tank top. He's still fast asleep and the actions of last night come to my mind. Harry came and we watched movies and, like I predicted, he ended up staying the night. I giggle at the thought of what we did last night and peck his lips. He doesn't stir and I decide to leave him to sleep.

Swinging my legs over the side, I pull my hair in a bun at the top of my head. Looking around the room, I notice the picture strip of Zayn and I next to the one of Morgan and I. I start to panic, wondering if Harry saw it last night or not. Just for precaution, I go to it and place it face down on the dresser.

Zayn M. & Ari C. May 4, 2010

My heart clenches at the words as I move away from it. I go into the kitchen and make a bowl of cereal. I see the magazine I bought yesterday on the counter and toss it in the trash. I turn on the kitchen radio and drown my mind into the music.

 My mind wanders back to that last photo of Zayn and I. That was a really fun day. I remember it so clearly. Like how I remember everything I did with Zayn.

Flashback

"Are we done yet?" Zayn whined for what seemed the tenth time. I roll my eyes.

"Just one more store," I say, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek in the process. I'm carrying my bags in my left hand and holding Zayn's with my right.

"You said that half an hour ago," he groans as I tug him through the mall.

"I promise right after we can go to Nandos." Immediately his face gets brighter and I giggle. Boys and their food.

We head to the first floor. We're just about to head into Forever 21, when Zayn stops and tugs me in a different direction. I'm about to ask him where he's going when I realize where.

"A photo booth? Really Zayn?" I ask.

"What?" he asks with a goofy smirk on his face. I smile and get in. Zayn gets in next to me and closes the black curtain. After paying the fee of fifty cents and the camera flashes, Zayn and I ended up overstaying inside the photobooth. I pull his lips away from mine.
"Come on, I can hear your stomach Malik," I say. We scoot out of the booth and look at the photos.

"I like it!" he announces.

"Me too," I agree. We get two copies and make our way to Nandos, my hunger overtaking my urge for shoes. I keep looking at the photos in my hand. His snapback is still on my head, not that I'm complaining.

Suddenly, Zayn leans down and pecks my lips.

"I love you."

End of Flashback

I shake my head, clearing it of any more memories that might come. Just as I do, I feel warm strong arms wrap around my waist. Turning around in the swivel chair, Harry presses his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.

"Morning," he mutters against my lips. He pulls away and then leans his forehead on mine. His green orbs are so captivating. Suddenly, the orbs widen. "I almost forgot." He reaches into the pocket of his sweats and fumbles around. I take the time to admire his toned naked chest.

Suddenly I feel something cool slip on to my wrist. Looking down, I see a beaded silver and green bracelet on my wrist. Its made of fake plastic beads that you can probably get at a craft store, but the green matches Harry's eyes. Speaking of Harry, he intertwines our fingers together with the hand that holds the bracelet.