Chapter 3
Zayn's POV
I woke up and looking down at the perfect, Irish angel sleeping beside me. For a moment, I thought it was all a dream. But then, he moves in his sleep, snuggling up against me, his head on my chest. I looked at the clock, it was almost 6, but I couldn't bring myself to wake him. He looked so perfect, flawless, beautiful. I lay beside him for what seems like forever, just enjoying having him in my arms, his body against mine. I closed my eyes as he started mumbling in his sleep while holding onto me, a smile on his face.
There isn't a doubt in my mind. I love this boy. I feel like I've known him forever. But, I can't tell him that. I can't just tell him 'I love you. Oh, and by the way, I've had dreams about you before. For about the past year or more. So, before we ever met I had dreams about you, about us.' He'd think I was insane. He'd leave me and never talk to me again. I didn't want that. As soon as I had laid my eyes on him, he's been my reason for breathing.
I jumped at the sound of the alarm, my eyes still closed, causing Niall to giggle sleepily. I opened my eyes and met the gaze of breath-taking blue eyes staring into my hazel eyes. He smiled his perfect smile, and I returned the smile. I wish my smile was as perfect as his.
“Zaynie?” He whispered, holding back a yawn, with a slightly confused look on his face.
“Yes, Nialler?”
“Did you really have dreams about me before we met?” It was hard to tell, but I think he blushed the way he does when he gets nervous or shy.
Oh god, how did he know that? He was perfect enough, now he can read my mind? I'm fucked.
He giggled and kissed my cheek, causing me to smile and blush.
“I can't read your mind, Zaynie. But, I wish I could. Though, it helps that you're saying what you're thinking.” He smiled.
“I am? Oh.” I blushed lightly.
“You never answered my question.”
“Sorry. Uhm...yeah, I was having dreams about you before we met. I had dreams that we were together, and that we loved each other more than anyone has ever loved before. And the best part, is that we were happy.”
He blushed and smiled at me, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on my lips. I kissed back, a light blush creeping onto my cheeks.
He pulled back, our lips inches away. As he whispered, I felt his hot breath against my lips, making me want to kiss him even more. “I had dreams about us too, Zaynie. I'd never think you were insane, and I'd never, ever leave you.” I smiled brightly, looking into his beautiful eyes.
He smiled back, kissing my cheek lightly.
“Oh, and Zaynie?” He said, smiling like an angel.
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you too.” He said, kissing my cheek and getting up, walking to his closet to get dressed.
When he stepped out of his closet, he was wearing a light blue polo, cream-colored chinos, and black Supras. I giggled when he turned around, noticing that his pants were sagging just enough for me to see he was wearing black boxers with little four leaf clovers all over them.
“Nice boxers, Nialler.” I said, trying to hold back a small giggle.
He turned around and looked at me, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“I can't help it. I miss me life back in Mullingar.” He said, looking at the ground, a sad look on his normally smiling face. I frowned a little at that. He doesn't want to be here with me. He doesn't want to be with ME. Why do I always end up pushing everyone away?
