Forever Intertwined (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

“I made chicken and pasta. Is that ok?” Zayn says, as we walk into his flat. It is incredibly nice. It’s sleek and modern, but slightly classical. I love it.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” I reply. He takes my cardigan and hangs it in the closet. He then takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. His hands are so warm, so soft. And he smells amazing. A different scent than before, but equally mesmerizing.

Zayn places a steaming plate of pasta in front of me, and it smells delicious. I wait for him to sit down, and then take a small bite. Oh, it is heaven on my tongue. Bursts of perfectly balanced flavors are popping in my mouth. The chicken directly compliments the pasta, while also giving it a bit of contrast. It is awesome. After about four minutes I realize that Zayn is just sitting there staring at me.

“What?” I ask him. He smiles.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He replies.

“Ok, well, this is absolutely delicious.” I say.

“Thank you. Would you like some more?” he asks me.

“That depends. Are you gonna finish that?” I grin, pointing at his half eaten plate.

“Nah, you can have it. I like to eat while I cook, so my appetite is usually spoiled by the time the food is ready.” he says.

“Me too!” I tell him. Two minutes later the food is gone, and I’m getting up to wash the plates. He gently takes my arm and makes me sit back down.

“I’ve got those.” he says.

He takes the plates and goes to the sink to wash them. Oh he is absolutely gorgeous. He’s wearing a green and white baseball tee, khaki pants, and white Nikes. Boy has serious style. Simple, but sexy. After staring at his butt for a minute, I figure I ought to do something else before he catches me. So I unlace my boots and go put them by the door. When I turn around, Zayn is leaning against the door frame, biting his lip again. It almost looks like he’s posing, but he seems too relaxed. I’m really starting to get hot and bothered over here.

Utterly sexy.

“What was that?” he says, tilting his head slightly. Oh dear Lord, please don’t let me have said that out loud.

“Oh nothing, I was just hoping you picked a good movie.” I say.

“Oh, you’re the one picking the movie. You can choose anything you want.” He tells me.

“Hmmm. You don’t hate chick flicks, do you?” I ask him.

“No, I’m okay with them.” He replies.

“Hmmm. Do you have the Avengers?” I ask.

“That’s not a chick flick!” Zayn says, smiling.

“Nope. And that isn’t an answer!” I say.

“Yes, I have it.” He takes my hand and takes me to this room with an incredibly nice TV. He puts in the movie and soon we’re both in hysterics. I swear this movie gets more hilarious everytime I watch it. And lets not forget how hot Thor and Captain America are. Yum.

There is a knock on the door, and Zayn pauses the movie.

“I’ll be right back.” he says, and then leaves to get the door. I am incredibly curious (terrible, right? But how many of us aren’t?), so I follow him, but stay in the hallway. He opens the door, and its Louis and Niall.

“Hey mate, Liam took Dani out for dinner, but the rest of us are gonna go bowling. Wanna come?” Louis asks.

“Sorry Lou, but no, not really.” Zayn says.