The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 50 - This is it.

A/N- Can I please shift in with you, Zayn? Please.

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-Zayn's POV-

"No Zayn! That goes here!" Hannah yelled from the bedroom, making me groan.

I shifted the weight of the heavy suitcase in my hands and carried it into the room.

"What is is stuff?" I said, dropping the bag on the bed.

Hannah walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, snuggling into my chest.

"Books, most of them" she said, kissing my jaw.

"You're so sexy, you know that?" I said, my lips brushing her earlobe

"Zayn, we need lunch, its 3'o clock already, plus we have to come back do the kitchen and the bedroom. Then we can do whatever you want" she hissed, pulling my hair, so i would look at her.

"Whatever I want?" I repeated giving her a cocky smile.

"Anything you want" she reassured me, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Let me just grab a shirt first" she said, pulling away and heading for the suitcase.

"Zayn, can I-" she started.

"Go ahead" I said, cutting her off, indicating she could wear my shirt.

She slipped on a black tshirt and tucked it into her shorts.

"Let's go, beautiful?" I said, taking her hand when we got off the elevator.

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"This still feels like New York to me you know?" she said when I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to my side.

"Yeah, culturally it's the same, I guess" I said, opening the door for her when we reached the restaurant.

"What do you want?" I asked her once the hostess had escorted us to a booth.

"You choose, you seem to be more accquainted with this cuisine than me" she said, resting her head against my shoulder.

A waitress came to take our order, she was dressed in a traditional Indian outfit, I smiled, my roots never failed me.

"Two portions of samosa's please, and chicken tikka rolls" I said, handing her the menu. 

"Coming up, sir" the waitress smiled, her voice had a thick accent.

"Oh, excuse me, could you also bring me a...lassi? Hannah said, pronouncing the word cautiously.

"Make that two" I said.

"Yes,Ma'am." the waitress said walking away from our table.

"I have never tried Indian food before, I'm so excited!" Hannah yelped, clapping her hands together softly.

I laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kissing her forehead.

We were talking about what goes where in the house when the waitress came back with our food.