Sweet Lover | z.m. + n.k

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“So I know what you’re thinking,” Zayn starts as we begin to walk down the street leaving Camila’s house and I’m actually insanely glad he said to go on a walk, I already know that my friends would be listening to our conversations.

“Oh…” I say “So you’re a mind reader?”

That makes Zayn laugh again and I love his laugh he looks up at me a smile the crinkles under his eyes and his cheeks red “No, I am not, but I still know what you’re thinking,”

“What am I thinking, Zayn?” I question

“You’re wondering why I was an asshole that didn’t show up to Camila’s party.”

“Did Camz tell you that I was thinking that?”

“No, I’m beginning to know you Normani; don’t you think I’m doing a good job?”

I scoff “Uh huh sure,”                            

Zayn sighs before stepping in front of me forcing me to stop walking and I look up at him, his tall frame towering over mine.

“I got distracted… I was drawing again,”

My eyebrows raised and my mouth dropped just a little “Are you serious?”

Zayn nods “Totally,”

“What did you draw?”

Zayn shakes his head “I can’t show you until it’s done, but I have to ask you to forgive me, I should have called but I just got so carried away.” Zayn looks down at the ground and then grabs my hand “Can you please forgive me?” Zayn takes our fingers and intertwines them, then swings them back and forth between us “Please, please, pleasssse?” he asks again playfully and his smile is so big and his cheeks are turning pink and I am a puddle.

“I guess I can forgive you,” I mumble, but it’s enough.

“Yes!” he says being over dramatic and super excited, I could tell he was trying to perk me up, trying to get me to act like I usually do and I can’t be mad at him when he’s acting like this so I smile back at him.

“You’re so silly,” I say and I’m laughing again, Zayn takes notice in this as well and he has his arms around my waist before I can stop him.

“Only with you,” he’s says against my ear, lips touching my skin and I can feel my legs starting to shake and I couldn’t tell if it was because of the fact I was on my tip toes so I could hug him fully or because of how close he was and how good he smelled.

We pull apart and Zayn takes my hand again “Let’s go somewhere?” he asks me, turning us around back towards the house.

“Oh no, I’m not dressed to go anywhere.”

“You came out here with me though,” Zayn tells me leaning in so that his cheek landed against my temple softly before pulling away again.

“That’s different…” I say softly and Zayn just swishes his free hand in front of us in a ‘no way’ gesture.

“Please?” he asks again “Mocha please, I want to spend time with you today,”

There it is again. I am so screwed.

“Yeah, okay, I guess we can go.”

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Before I knew it Zayn and I were back at his dad’s place, saying hello to the door man Jacob and we’re heading upstairs to the pent house, hand in hand.