Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Twenty-One

Won't really be doing certain points of view, Third person really. Sorry for the long span between updates but Holiday is in two days and I promise I will update more over break. Love you all! Nearly 700 Reads!

Just as he had promised, Zayn was there when Heather woke up. He had been awake for about an hour, watching the six a.m sun filter in through the white curtains of Heather's bedroom and if he was being honest he had been watching her sleep. All through the night after Heather had woken up Zayn would wake up at random times just to make sure that Heather was okay.

He stared down at her, gaze fond and stroked her cheek absentmindedly. This all felt right, he felt better now than he had in months and when Heather nuzzled her face into his chest sleepily Zayn couldn't contain the coo he let out.

"Mm morning." Heather just smiled, her eyes still blinking slowly and Zayn couldn't help himself but duck down and kiss her slowly. He smiled inwardly because he can finally kiss Heather without worrying about Gabby or Harry. He can just be with her and if she will let him he wants to be with her a lot. Heather reached up a hesitant hand and brushed his dark strands away from his face, tugging at the black hair and Zayn just groaned in response before rolling over so his weight was suspended over hers and it wasn't until Heather reached up and pulled his lips to hers that he let his weight fall onto her.

"Ooph, Zayn you're crushing me." Heather laughed, her words squished against his lips and Zayn just laughed before supporting himself on his forearms a little. He liked being close to her but he didn't want to push. Obviously Heather still is dealing with what happened to her and he wanted to make sure she felt safe with him. He wasn't going to push her unless she pushed first. Heather pushed at his shoulders until he finally rolled all the way off of her and sprang up to his feet. He wasn't usually a morning person but his spirits were soaring and when Heather rolled to look at the giddy boy she felt her heart flip.

Zayn was still only in the tight sweat pants she had given him, his bum was clearly outlined and his chest was well defined as well as covered in the small scars that come from living the life style they do. Heather couldn't ignore her feelings for Zayn anymore now then she could when she thought he hated her. Zayn just smiled at her, she had checked out and had been staring at him before pulling her from the bed cocoon and into her little kitchen. She was set at the kitchen table, a lot of the furniture being Niall's because Liam already had stuff so he didn't take much. Zayn moved about the kitchen, remembering where things were as he searched for two coffee mugs. He switched on the coffee pot and Heather watched as he doctored the cups to have creamer and sugar in them until the coffee was done and he handed her a cup of coffee just the way she liked it.

"Harry told me." Zayn blushed and  went back to roaming her kitchen, sipping on his own cup and Heather didn't know what he was doing until he pulled out the Bisquick and she stood quickly.

"No no Zayn, you are my guest you are not making me breakfast!" She declared and Zayn just abandoned his search for a skillet and pushed on her arms a little bit until she was seated once more. 

"Who said I was making any for you?" He teased and kissed her cheeks when she blushed. "Let me fix you breakfast Heather." And she did, her skin warmed from his touches and her mind dizzy with his scent she let Zayn cook pancakes and bacon and didn't even care when she moaned at the taste making Zayn shift in his chair as he concentrated on his own plate.