International Love. ✈ z.h.

thirty. ~ ❝graffiti.❞ ✈

Niall's Pov

I woke up to the moon streaming through the gap in Zayn's blackout curtains, giving off a large yawn as I turned to face his sleeping body. His lips were in a pout as he slept, soft snores escaping him as I gave a small smile. Memories of what we'd done a few hours ago came flooding back, the thought of it making me blush as I rolled on to my back.

I never thought that this is what would happen after I confronted Zayn. I can't say that I'm upset about it; if anything, all I felt was a cozy, warmth spreading through my entire body. I've always felt a strong pull towards Zayn, even as his fan. But to think that this is where we would be now, having sex and just being in love—it was better than any drug that was out there. As we made love I couldn't help but realize that no matter where I was in life and no matter where we were; we would always, always find each other, and be in love with one another.

It was just how we were made up, and I've come to find that it was never going to change.  I grew a little restless as I lie there, and I decided to get up and stretch until he woke up. Maybe we could watch a movie or something and order in. I pulled on my briefs and one of Zayn's shirts that lie around his bedroom, slowly walking out of his room and down the hallway. Most of the doors were pretty bleak and led to generic guestrooms, but there was one that had "Zayn" spelled across the door with spray paint.

Taken over by my own curiosity, I slowly pushed open the door; I was floored by what I found. The entire room was covered in spray painted artworks. Sometimes flowers, sometimes little robot figures that were littered all over the room. Except for one wall that was covered by a tarp, a few cans still unopened by the wall. I walked over and carefully took off the tarp, gasping at the painting in front of me.

Large blue eyes that mirrored my own, blonde hair mixed with natural brown as it made large strokes up and away from the face. Rosy cheeks and a crooked smile; it was me. Not how I normally saw myself, but the actual painting itself was enough to make me realize; this was how Zayn saw me. With bright eyes and a large smile; just an all around bright person. I'd been told that by so many of my friends and fans; but it was hard to see it in myself. Until now.

I was so overwhelmed that I ended up collapsing to the floor in tears, distant footsteps down the hall picking up speed until Zayn was sat beside me.

"Niall? Niall what's wrong?" He brought me into his arms and all I could do was allow him to let me rest as I took a shaky breath.

"It's beautiful."

"What?"

"The portrait, the painting. It's gorgeous. When did you paint this Zayn?" He hesitated at first, scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment as he gave off a nervous chuckle.

"After we'd broken up. I got really really drunk, and I took a pencil to the wall and just...scribbled. When I woke up I thought it was just random lines but when I took a step back I realized; it was your face. I couldn't get it out of my head; so I just painted. I painted until I couldn't anymore." My heart swelled with love for him and I couldn't help but kiss him over and over again.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." I mumbled between each kiss, a laugh escaping his lips as he carefully lifted me up and carried me in his arms.

"Shall we have breakfast  together, love?" I simply nodded as he carried me to the kitchen, placing me down by the island in the center of the kitchen. He reached for the utensils while I raided the fridge, grabbing what we needed and looking back for a brief second. In the split second I did, I noticed a camera pointed right at me; I gasped and ducked with the carton of eggs and milk, shuffling around and hurriedly placing them on the island from where I was squatting. Zayn looked down and chuckled, raising a brow in confusion while I felt the anxiety trickling up from the knot in my stomach to the lump in my throat.

"Niall? What the hell are you doing?" 

"There was a camera outside I think, I might be paranoid, I don't know, but it's freaking me out. Shit, shit, your job, your career, I just fucked it all up didn't I? Oh Zayn, I'm sorry I'm sorry—"

"Sh, Niall stop," He crouched down so that we were eye level and away from the windows view, his hands running through my hair as he tried to calm me down. "Let me go check, and then I'll make sure all the blinds are closed, okay?" I nodded while he stood up and looked out the window, brows furrowing in anger as he grunted.

"Oi! Fuck off my property you dicks!" He hit the window a couple of times before shutting the blinds, allowing me to stand as he continued to close all the blinds.

"Shit is ridiculous." He mumbled, sitting down at the island while I slowly started to make the pancakes. As I whisked the batter together Zayn gave a heavy sigh while awkwardly patting his hands on the marble. I knew he was gathering the courage to say something so I patiently waited while spreading butter on the warm pan, keeping my front facing the stove while he asked the question that I knew was coming.

"Niall...does this mean that we're back together?" I contemplated how I was going to answer; was I extremely happy to be with him right now? Oh absolutely. But I couldn't forget the pain that I felt from his sudden need to break up with me. I knew it wasn't his fault, that he was just doing what he thought was best for his career; but he could have communicated that with me. There were a lot of things that we had to work on; there would be no point in not telling him because then we would end up back in this same vicious cycle that we've been caught in.

"I want to say yes, but I don't like how you handled that situation with your management. Like, how you told me, you know?" I paused, flipping a pancake and stealing a glance back at him. He looked nervous.

"I love you Zayn. You know how much I love you. I just...we need to work on these things together. Yeah?" He quickly nodded, standing up so that he was soon right behind me and holding me by my waist.

"Yeah, of course. I'm really, really fucking sorry for how I went about that. I don't have an excuse as to why I didn't think to tell you; all I can do is just make it up to you now. Will you let me?" I gave a slight nod, turning down the heat as I put one of the pancakes on the plate sitting nearby.

"I'll make you another pancake in a bit but here's the first one."

"I know what kind of cake I want right now." He wiggled his brows while I laughed at his suggestive comment, my laugh being cut short as he shut off the stove and shoved me on to the counter right next to the warm stove.

"Zayn!"

"I haven't eaten anything as good as you in months; let me have this." I giggled as he picked me back up and dashed to the room; I couldn't help but think about his comment. Though he hadn't eaten anything as good as me in months, I hadn't had anything make me feel this happy in months.

And it felt fucking good.

a.n.

I disappeared and I'll prob disappear again bc school LMAO but have this messy dumb pls! International love is almost over rip my life

m xx