A Collection of Imagines

Zayn

Something Great

Walking down the hallway to the apartment at this moment is the highlight of my life. I hate my job with a fiery passion. I have no idea why I wanted to be involved with kids, but let me tell you: It's the best form of birth control anyone could ask for. I can't even think about having a kid at this very moment and I have a feeling that that's the reason why he likes my job so much. He's the only thing that gets me through the day and frankly, I'm pretty sure I'm the reason he gets through his. This secluded apartment in the middle of Bradford, England is kind of like his safe haven. He wants to escape the life he has every chance he gets and thank god he wants to do it with me. I can't imagine a world without him and I hope he feels the same. I quicken my speed down the hallway, trying to get to our safe haven faster. I'm always surprised when I open that door. One time I came home around 8, which is later than my usual, and I found that he had made dinner for the two of us. Only, he had made it for 5 o'clock and everything was cold and we had to order pizza, but it's the thought that counts. Another time, I came home and he had brought over three of his family members and we all just sat and talked about their childhoods in Bradford. It actually got me to get on the phone with my sister and strive to have a pleasant conversation with her. I'm just saying that I never know what lies behind that door, but every time I open it, it's something great. I finally made it to the black painted door with gold numbers mounted in the center of it. 8740. I place my key into the doorknob and turn. It clicks open and I slowly turn the knob. The bright dewy light from the evanescent fog outside pears through the window, blindly me for just a moment. When I regain my sight I find that the TV is on. Some news line tells us the sorrows of the world, but I pay no mind to that. I place my belongings on the large table that opens up to the cozy living room and I walk over to the sofa. There lies my world. He's got his head on the arm of sofa, his arms above it, legs crossed together, spread out upon our favorite piece of furniture, fast asleep. He looks so peaceful and I'm not one bit disappointed. Yeah, I was stating previous that I might have been expecting some big gesture when I opened the door, but this is so much better. I lower myself down so I sit on the little space his body left on the sofa. I lean further to place my head on his chest and my arms wrapped around his torso. His familiar scent floods my senses and I'm home again. I hear him take a sharp inhale and I look up at him. His eyes are still closed, but had moved his arms down to place them on my back. He tilts his head to mine and presses his lips on my forehead. 

"I love you." 

The words fall from his mouth and I can feel them on my skin. He doesn't move as he sighs a delighted breath. I sink into him further as I move my hand back and forth on his white t-shirt. Home. Nothing can beat it. "I love you, too."