Midnight doesn't last forever. [slow updates]

• Chapter 3.

“Zayn, stop it.”

“No.”

“Zayn I said to knock it off.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Cheeky bastard.” I grumbled under my breath while pressing the cookie cutter into the sweet smelling sugary dough of the Christmas cookies I was trying to make, but Zayn was distracting me and making it literally impossible.

“Just one bite,” He whined, his eyes stuck to the dough as if they were holding onto it for life or death.

“Zayn if I let you eat the dough there won’t be enough to make the cookies,” I tried to protest, but it was no use.

“You’re no fun.” He grumbled childishly, crossing his muscular arms over his chest and huffing over dramatically.

“And you’re a liar,” I giggled cutely, taking a piece of the raw yet sweet tasting dough and plopping it into my mouth, smirking as I chewed it just to annoy him.

“That’s no fair!” He cried, eyes growing wide and jaw falling to the floor. “You get to eat some and I don’t? I’m so going home!” He teased, making his way to the door to act as if he was really going to turn and leave.

“Wait!” I called after him, trying my hardest not to laugh at his terrible acting skills. “You forgot this!”

He turned, thinking he actually forgot something, but it wasn’t like he was going to leave anyway.

“What Erica?” He playfully snapped, trying so hard to seem really mad, though I saw right through his clever act.

I slowly walked towards him with my palm closed and something inside of it. He watched every move I made, his eyes tracing over my body and pulling me closer with each and every step I took. Once I got to him, I smiled widely at the cheeky man and opened my palm to reveal a perfectly sculpted piece of cookie dough in the shape of a heart with the first letter of both our first names carved neatly into it.

“I love you Zayn Malik,” I said, looking up into those earthy green eyes of his. “you and your cookie dough obsession.”

He sent me this warm, sweet, perfectly white toothed smile as he brought his arms up to my waist pulling me into him, the smell of his strong yet addicting cologne wafting off his shirt.

“And you, Erica, mean more to me than sugar cookie dough, ever will.” He used that perfectly charming smile of his to keep me there in his arms while both of our eyes fluttered to a close and his lips brushed against mine.

Just as I was about to close the small, barely visible gap between his lips and mine – he pulled away and shouted, “Wait, I have an idea!”

He placed the cookie dough in his mouth, leaving a bit poking out from between his pink lips. I immediately caught on, and took the other bite so my lips met in the middle creating a perfectly sweet, sugary kiss.

“I love you Erica,” He murmured as his lips parted from mine and he chewed on his half of the dough. “you and your big blue eyes.”

After baking cookies and having a cheeky fun, I decided to go back home as mom and Frank would get angry on me, and I didn’t want it to happen. I couldn’t stop remembering the events that happened the day before, Tyler crying, Ashley’s text and seeing someone exactly like Zayn and Ashley coming out of the bar. Could Zayn be hiding something from me, or was I just imagining it because of Ashley’s silly text? God, I was being such a lunatic.

“So shall I drop you back home?” Zayn asked bringing me out of my thought train.

“Yeah sure, erm Zayn what were you doing Ashley in the club last night?” I snapped