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

Hair Tie

The Malik residence was full of people, as it usually is on the week of Christmas. Looking around, Gracie couldn’t help but smile as she was surrounded by her family.

Making sure that everyone was distracted, she continued writing in her notebook, making sure every word she wrote down was perfect. But as concentrated as she was on her notebook, memories of their trip to France couldn’t leave her mind.

Looking up, she saw Zayn as he sat in the middle of the floor with Jane and Jawaad around him as they tried putting together a puzzle. She couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was so concentrated. (You know that way, when his tongue would slightly poke out from the corner of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. But then at times, his tongue slides back in and his lips form into a pout, making her want to grab his cheeks and squeeze them as if he was a baby.)

“You know, taking a picture would last longer.” She looked behind her to see Louis leaning against the wall, arms folded as he smirked. “You’ve been together for almost 9 years and yet both of you are so whipped.”

“As if Eleanor doesn’t have you tied around her tiny finger.”

He scrunched up his nose as he looked at his nine-month pregnant wife. “She’s been really moody lately.”

Gracie rolled her eyes at his obliviousness. “She’s nine months pregnant. She might give birth any minute, obviously she’s going to be moody.”

“You weren’t that moody.”

“Seriously? Do you not remember how many times Zayn came knocking on your door late at night with nowhere to sleep after I kick him out?”

“Considering that our apartment was just a door down, it’s not that bad.”

“I used to ask him if my stomach was showing and when he would say yes, I would start yelling and crying because I felt like he called me fat. And then when he would say no, I would tell him he’s not paying much attention to me or his kids inside my stomach.”

“You women honestly confuse me. El got mad at me because I only rubbed her foot for like 10 minutes. I needed to go the bathroom!”

Gracie laughed. “It’s only a few more days and she’ll pop them out.”

“And how’s your pregnancy going?”

She smiled at the mention of her being pregnant.

Pregnant.

Something that she thought she was deprived of up until the beginning of the month.

“So far, it’s good. Barely any morning sickness, so lucky me.”

But Louis wasn’t focused on Gracie anymore as he looked behind her, an amused grin on his face. She turned around to see what he was looking at and giggled. “Oh my god.”

“Mate, I can do it faster.” Harry told him.

Zayn rolled his eyes. “Your hair is longer than mine! How the hell do you want me to tie it into a bun when it’ll look like someone stuck a cherry at the back of my head?”

“Alright, a regular pony tail. Niall! Start the timer!” Harry yelled, as everyone’s focus was now on the two idiots.

“Babe, give me your hair tie. Unlike your brother over here, I don’t carry one around.” Zayn teased.

Gracie untied her hair and gave him it as they both got ready.

“Alright.” Niall started. “Ready…set…go!”