Smoke (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

I snaked my arms around her waist while I watch her eyes closed. She seems so peaceful and for the first time, I dont want her to wake up. Its funny to think that someone like her could accept me, to love and cherish me. As I stroke her perfect hair, I cant help but to remember the times we spent together, it seems like it was just yesterday when I first laid my eyes on her. I laid beside her still form on the silky bed she loves. I gathered her closer to me as I close my eyes. She still smells like strawberries, I chuckled as I remembered asking her why and she replied that its just her natural scent. I shouldnt be here, she wouldnt allow it but tomorrow is a very speacial day. A day of happiness and a bit of sorrow. I didnt realized that I was crying and I did my best to not break the silence in her room. Her room where we first kissed, where she taught me to paint, where we usually fight and make up. I love her. I lover her so much.