Addicted z.m

Chapter 33

"Spencer?" I could hear him call my name.

My smile widened. Before he even stepped foot outside the hallway we yelled "Happy Birthday" in unison. He had been rubbing his eye with the butt of his wrist and jumped back in response to our exclamation.

"You remembered," his groggy morning voice sounded as enthusiastic as it would get as soon as he recovered.

"How could I after last year?" Caleb smiled with a hint of nostalgia behind his voice. Judging by the look on Zayn's face, the memory Caleb was so fond of was not one favoured by Zayn.

"Yeah, let's not repeat history," Zayn joked.

I walked up to him with his single-candle-lit chocolate cupcake and smiled. "You have to make a wish," I ordered.

He snaked an arm around my waist so that I was perpendicular and closer to him as I held up the cupcake. He thought about it for a moment then blew out the flame.

"What'd you wish for?" I asked.

"That's for me to know, and you to someday find out." Before I could question him further he took a bite out of the chocolate dessert then offered me one. I gladly took a bite unsuccessfully keeping icing off of my nose.

He smiled a charming smile at me and licked the icing off causing me to laugh. "Happy birthday," I smiled.

"Thank you," he whispered, reaching his lips out to mine. I closed off the space he had left between them for a short moment before he gave another sweet, loving smile.

"So what's on the agenda for the day?" Caleb asked. I knew what he had in mind; we all did. "You're legal now, mate. The big one eight. How do you wanna celebrate?"

Zayn lifted a brow. "By doing everything I did before it was legal?..."

"Oh come one, man," Caleb groaned. "There's gotta be something you want to do."

He shrugged. "Not really. Plus we didn't get to do anything for Spencer's birthday last week. It seems only fair."

"No," I protested with a scolding glare. "You're not going to miss out on anything you want to do because of me. It's your day, not mine. Now what do you want to do?"

"Well what do you want to do?" he countered. "We can share today, to make up for last week."

"Zayn," I groaned. "We've spent everyday together for the past three weeks. If you want to be left alone I am all for it."

"Do you want space today? 'Cause I'd totally understand if you did."

I hated when he did that; took whatever I said and made some irrational suggestion.

"No," I shook my head. "It's your day."

"And I want to share it with you." He kissed my forehead and pulled me closer.

"Why don't you guys get out of the flat?" a voice I hadn't heard since our loud "Happy birthday" spoke up. Sophia looked at us, waiting for a response. For some odd reason she had been very helpful and nice to me for the past few days. She'd offer or suggest something, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, she had actually helped me. "You guys haven't left since you've gotten back."

I looked up at Zayn with a pleading glance. I was silently asking if it were possible to leave and he bit his lip in thought. "I have become a little stir crazed." I pressed. We had been there for five days and hadn't taken a single step outside the front door. Zayn never let me out of his sight, let alone let a pinky toe lose contact with my skin.

"Spence, I don't kno-"

"Please," I begged. "Just to an unpopular park or something. Nothing major. You said it yourself, things will be clear for at least a week."