𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 | z.m. #MissionDesi

Chapter 27

Aisha's pov

I was in the kitchen. Cooking pasta for lunch, while jamming the songs from Four. Let's be honest, it was their best album.

So kiss me where I lay down

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were eighteen

Long before we both saw the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

I heard a chuckle. I turned my head, and saw Zayn, with his phone in his hand. He's recording!!

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I ran towards him. I tried to snatch it from his hand, but he held it higher.

"You were looking cute.." He said with a cheeky smile. I jumped, but failed again.

"Delete that please." I whined with a pout, hoping I'll melt him. But, he shook his head.

"This is my little secret and I'm not deleting or showing it to anyone." He said in a childish tone.

"Atleast show me!" I requested.

"You won't delete?" He asked.

"Promise"! I exclaimed. He took his hand down and showed me the video. I was singing, swaying and cooking together. I sucked at singing. He laughed again.

"Shut up!" I punched his chest lightly.

"Oww!" He faked hurt. I returned to the kitchen and started cooking again.

"What's my pumpkin making?" He wrapped arms around my waist and peeked from my shoulder. I chuckled in my mind.. Pumpkin.

"You know, you can see from beside me too." I said, sounding rude.

"Nah! I like this position better.." He said. I smiled.

"Have I become fat?" I asked.

"And why do you think that?" He asked again.

"You called me pumpkin." I said, trying to hold my laughter.

"I call you anything that sounds cute." He said turning me, kissing my nose.

Though all I could do, is say that these arms are made for holding you

And I wanna love like you made me feel, when we were eighteen.

"But our story started when we were 20.." I joked. His smile slightly faded.

"Yea, but I didn't write that either." He said shrugging. Shit..

"Zayn, I didn't mean to—"

"No, I didn't mind, really." He said and smiled. We all knew how rarely his lyrics were taken into the songs. That thing always pissed Zayn, and hurt him too. I sighed and turned back to the pasta. He held my shoulders and squeezed a little.

"Hey, its ok!" He said, I shook my head.

"I didn't wanted to upset you." I said in a low tone. He turned me again.

"Don't worry, you know I'm gonna write a song about you?" He asked, with a big grin on his face.

"About me?" I asked again, he nodded his head.