Our Love (Zayn Malik AU: Sequel to Our Story)

Worth it

“Now I know why I majored in English.” I muttered as I tried reading the French menu.

Gracie giggles as she shakes her head. “Babe, I told you we should just go to some other restaurant but you didn’t want to.”

“How the hell was I supposed to know everything here is in French?”

“I think the name of it, which by the way is Le restaurant français, gives away that everything is in French.” She says as if it’s the most obvious thing out there.

I roll my eyes as I continue reading, or trying to read this menu. But as my eyes land on a picture of an omelet, I smile. “Omelette.”

“There you go, let your inner French out.” She jokes as she tries not to laugh at my horrible accent.

I raise my hand and flip her off as she just continues to laugh at me. Just on time, the waitress comes back and smiles.

“Que voudriez-vous commander?”

Huh???

Gracie coughs, trying to hide her laugh. “Babe, she asked what we would like to order.”

“Couldn’t she just say that?!”

Gracie shakes her head as she looks at the waitress. “Désolé , mon mari ne comprend pas le français.” My eyes widen as she speaks it fluently.

What the fuck?! “What did you say?”

“I apologized because you don’t understand French.”

I scoff. “I don’t think you needed to apologize for that.”

She rolls her eyes at me as she looks back at the waitress. “Nous aimerions deux omelettes et deux jus d'orange frais se il vous plait.”

She writes down whatever the hell my wife just said and smiles as she turns around and walks away. “Okay, when the hell did you learn how to speak French?”

“When you were in a coma. I had to keep myself preoccupied with something. So I just started reading and learning the language.”

How in the world did I get such an amazing person to spend her life with me? “Well…since you got the language part down…How about…” I smirk as I raise one eyebrow.

“Perv.”

“You like it.”

“I’m stuck with it.”

“The first stage in admitting is denying, babe.”

“You’re such a child.”

I chuckle as I kiss her cheek. “I love you.”

She smiles. “I love you too.”

Our breakfast didn’t last long as we finished and walked out of the restaurant, ready to explore this place. Looking at her as her eyes widened at every beautiful sight, I smiled. I feel as if I’m twenty again with barely any responsibilities.

“Zayn! Oh my god it’s the Eiffel Tower!” She gasped as a huge smile made it’s way onto her face. “Look how beautiful it is!”

And even though one of the most beautiful tourist sights was right in front of me, I couldn’t tear my eyes off of the love of my life, who was more beautiful than anything in this world.

“I’ve got a much better view from here, love.”

She turned to look at me to see what I was looking at when her eyes locked with mine, causing the heat to rise to her cheeks. No matter how long we’ve been together, I never ceased to make her blush and that excited me more than anything.