We arrive at Zayn's house early on the 29th. His whole family greets me with warms hugs, and cheek kisses.
"Can I please have my girlfriend back?" Zayn questions, as his mother hugs me tightly.
"So you finally grew some balls?" Doniya asks.
"Yeah, he did," I joke, as Zayn pulls me towards him.
"Christ. I dunno if I can spend the whole night with you guys," Zayn laughs.
"Well, you have to, Zip," Safaa laughs. "That's what Christmas is for!"
"The rest of your family will be teasing you too, Zayn," Tricia grins.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Hell is rising," he jokes. "C'mon, love, let's go inside."
I follow Zayn to his room, setting my bag on the end of his bed.
"Lemme go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Zayn smiles.
I look around his room, spotting a pair of dark-rimmed glasses on his desk. I walk over, sitting at the immaculate white desk. I slip the glasses onto my nose, and everything goes a bit blurry. I start trying to read the different books he has stacked on the desk, with the glasses on. It's really not working.
"What're you doin', babe?" Zayn asks, when he comes back in.
"I found these," I grin, spinning around to face him. He's still really blurry.
"Oh, yeah, those are mine. I don't need them, so I don't wear them. I am slightly off for far distances, but not bad enough that I need to wear my glasses," he explains. "They give me headaches, sometimes."
"Put 'em on, please," I grin, stumbling my way over to him.
He slips them off of my face, propping them onto his nose. The glasses make him look instantly younger, and more sophisticated and intellegent.
"Can I take 'em off?" he questions, raising an eyebrow at me.
"You can, if you want. But I like 'em, Professor Malik," I smirk.
"What a kink," he laughs, then changes his voice into a thicker tone. "Miss François, you'll have to stay after class today, so we can talk about you making up your grades."
"Oh, I'll do anything for an A," I tease, pressing my lips to his and pulling him on the bed with me.
"Don't say that," Zayn breathes, in a strained voice. "This needs to happen."
"Kinky, Zayn, kinky."
"I have no explanation for this."
"You don't need one," I whisper into his ear.
His whole body tenses against mine. I can feel him restraining himself. "Please, stop, for now, at least. I'd really prefer if we didn't have some kinky sex with my mother downstairs."
"Maybe when we go back home," I wink. "Seriously, keep your glasses on, 'cause you're adorable."
"I'm never taking 'em off, if it gets me kinky teacher sex," he laughs, pulling me closer to him.
I lay my head on his chest, tangling our legs. I easily relax into him.
"When's the big celebration?" I question.
"Tonight. So we have all the time in the world, to cuddle and avoid my family," he breathes.
"We will not avoid your family," I laugh. "I actually want to socialize."
"Ugh, why?" he jokes, frowning at me.
"C'mon, Mr. Malik," I grin.
"Again with this? You have no clue how much that thought turns me on. I could even bend-"
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safety// z.malik
Fanfic«you saved me. thank you.» in which the two broken people fall in love, and maybe, just maybe, mend each other ........... characters are not affiliated with their real life personality. this work is purely fiction.
