That Boy's Eyes. (Ziall)

Chapter 8

Niall's POV

My eyes fluttered opened and I rolled over. I saw Zayn sleeping peacefully, light shining on his face. I smiled, remembering last night.I rolled onto my other side, and looked out the window.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around me. "Mornin' babe." Zayn whispered.

I turned back to him and grinned. He kissed me softly. "What time do you want to leave?"

"Never."

He smiled and cuddled me closer to his chest. "Let's get dressed and go to breakfast?"

I nodded and got up. I groaned at the pain and waddled over to our suitcases of clothes.

"Feelin' sore?" Zayn chuckled.

"....Shut up Zayn." I held in the laughter.

He laughed and came over to me. He dug through the bag and found some clothes. I did the same, and got dressed, watching him dress next to me.

"You're checking me out."

I blushed and looked away.

"Its okay." He whispered with a grin.

I smiled and he grabbed my hand. He kissed in, and made me feel like a princess. Well, a prince...

"I love you Niall."

"I love you, too Zayn."

He let go and walked to the bathroom. I layed across the bed, replaying last night in my head.

After about 10 minutes, I walked to the bathroom door. Zayn was frowning, looking in the mirror.

I didn't think he saw me, but he must have. "Niall, Am I ugly?"

"No Zayn!"

"I am though."

"No no no! You are sexy! Gorgous! Beautiful! Hot! Cute! Amazing! Perfect!"

He walked towards me and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back for a long time.

Eventually, I pulled away. "Food?" I asked in a whisper.

He laughed and grabbed my hand. "Let's go."

We got to the car and he drove, singing softly along with the radio.

"Where are we going Zaynie?"

"Waffle house?"

"Okay." I grinned and thought about what I would order.

Pancakes. No, waffles. No! Eggs! No! HASHBROWNS!

I realized Zayn had parked and was waiting for me to get out. I blushed and opened my door. We walked in and sat down.

"Mornin' boys. What can I get you?"

"I'll have a waffle, and scrambled eggs with a black coffee and cream." Zayn said.

The lady looked at me. "I'll have pancakes, waffles, 3 scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and 2 pieces of toast. With a cup of hot tea and sugar, milk, and whipped cream."

She wrote it all down. "So... Um... For you, a waffle, scrambled eggs, and black creamed coffe, and for you... pancakes, waffles, 3 scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, 2 pieces of toast, and hot tea with sugar, milk, and whipped cream?"

We both nodded and she walked away to give the cook our order.

"Wow Niall. She probably thinks you're crazy."

I frowned. "Am I?"

"No, Just hungry." He smiled and reached his hand across the table and began to stroke my cheek.

I smiled and took his hand. I placed it over my mouth, and kissed his palm. I left his hand there and focused on each of his features, starting with his eyes. They were so...brown. Dark and mysterious, yet completely opened and truthful to me. His eyelashes so long, curving perfectly above his eyes. Then I looked at his nose, perfectly proportioned on his face. Next, His mouth. So pink, and perfectly rounded. His teeth, perfectly straight and sparkling white. His chin thin and square, completing his perfect, beautiful face.

"What are you doing Niall?"

"Examining your beauty." I said, embarrassed.

He smiled as our food came.

I began to eat, and somehow managed to finish before he was even halfway done.

"Niall, You are a pig." He laughed.

I smiled, hiding the fact that it hurt me. Was I too fat?

"I'll be right back Zayn. I need to go to the bathroom..."

He nodded and I got up. I walked to the mens' bathroom and locked the door to a stall.

I lifted up my shirt, and saw my stomach. It wasn't super big, but it wasn't hard like Zayn's. I pulled my shirt back down, and looked at my hair. My brown roots were starting to show. My hair wasn't perfect like Zayn's. My eyes... They were dull, nothing like Zayn's chocolate orbs.

My stomach churned, as I though of the idea that maybe Zayn didn't really love me, and didn't think I was hot, sexy, or even just cute. I leaned over the toilet and puked.

I sat on the floor and leaned against the stall wall.

Zayn's POV

After a while, I began to worry about Niall. I had finished my food, paid the bill, and checked twitter on my phone and he still wasn't back.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. I opened the door slowly.

"Nialler? Are you in there?"

I didn't hear an answer, only a soft sniffle. I saw a pair of legs in one of the stalls, then I heard the sound of vomiting.

"Niall!" I ran to the stall, and kicked it open.

Niall was a mess.

"Baby! Are you okay?"

"Zayn..." His voice cracked.

"Let's get you home Nialler." I lifted him up and carried him outside. I layed him in the front seat, and layed it back.

"Zayn..."

"What's wrong baby?" I asked, wiping sweat off of his face.

He didn't answer. He only closed his eyes. I got in the drivers seat, and started driving, trying not to hit any bumps.

I though Niall was sleeping, So I turned the radio up a bit. I hummed along to Ed Sheeran as I drove the long drive home.

I pulled up to Niall's house around noon. I got him out, and carried him, like a baby, to the house.

I knocked on the door and his mum answered.

"Niall! What's wrong with him Zayn?"

"He's sick Maura. I can carry him to his bedroom."

She nodded and let me through. I layed him on his bed, and kissed his forehead.

"I love you Niall."