If Time Stands Still

50- tea

Aylin's POV

My eyes open when an uncomfortable but familiar feeling awakens me. Zayn's weight is half on me, pinning me down, but I need to get up. I turn my head to catch a glimpse of the time, which shows that it's past six in the morning.

The feeling intensifies, so I put a hand between my legs and gently remove his head from the crook of my neck before grabbing my bag and sprinting to the bathroom.

As soon as I'm on the toilet, I'm proven correct. My period.

Well, this explains a lot.

Thoughts of last night come back to mind, making me cringe. Though my point still stands, I definitely wasn't myself last night.

Once I've changed and cleaned up, I wash my hands and head back into the room, still exhausted and now in discomfort.

"There you are." Zayn speaks up, head still buried halfway into the pillow as he holds the sheets up for me.

"Had to use the bathroom." I climb underneath with my back facing him, while his warm hand gently skims under my top.

"I love Sunday mornings." He mumbles against my neck, causing me to smile.

"Me too."

"What do you want to do today?"

I shrug, "Sleep."

"Okay." He responds, "Goodnight."

I chuckle and close my eyes, cuddling up against him. He groans softly as I accidentally brush up against his morning wood, so I remain still after.

He grinds himself against my ass, probably thinking he's being subtle, then his lips are on the back of my neck again, melting me from within.

"I can last freakishly long in the morning." He suggests, hand now gliding up my torso before he reaches for my left breast, "Just saying."

"That's nice."

"Mhm. What do you say?"

"On my period."

He fake sobs, well at least I think he's faking it, "You're joking."

"Nope. I should've known last night."

"Oh, that sucks." is all he responds with as he pulls his hand out from under my top and places it on my lower stomach, "Want chocolate?"

"I haven't even had breakfast yet." I tell him, amused by his assumption.

"Right." He rubs my stomach, "Your back hurt?"

"Not yet."

"I'm gonna make you some tea." He gets up and climbs over my body before tucking me in.

"It's early." I hold my hand out for him, "Come back to bed. I know you're still tired."

He takes my hand and kisses my finger tips before, "Shh. Peppermint or chamomile?"

I sigh, deciding not to fight him on this, "Chamomile please."

"Coming right up." He puts on his white T-shirt before walking off like he's intoxicated.

I smile at him up until he leaves the room. Before he closes the door, I see his dogs running up to him and he puts on that voice as he walks over to feed them. I lean over and rummage through my bag for ibuprofen which I'll need to take with my tea.

"Babe." Zayn calls from the kitchen, "You wanna eat now or later?"

"Later." I respond, since I'm feeling bloated.