( I feel like there’s not enough sweet posts out there about zayn, don’t judge me ;)
There was never really a time I got to be alone anymore, especially since I started dating Zayn… So when I was given the chance, I jumped at it. Don’t get me wrong, I love him… but sometimes the mixture of him, his fans and my fans was just crazy.
Today had been horrible as it was, and I really didn’t want anything else to happen, so I just said fuck it and decided today was gonna be a recording day.
I turned the car off and ran inside the studio, trying to dodge as much rain as possible. The hallways always smelled like food. I made my way to room 12, old reliable booth, and set my coat on the chair in the corner.
After adjusting the sound board, I closed the door to the booth behind me and began to mess around
“Some days I wanna just throw the towel in”
“Shut the door and” no…..
“Shut the world out and hide in my basement “
‘That’s good,’ I thought, ‘let’s write that down.’
I hadn’t even heard the door, and I was scared shitless when I heard Zayn through my headset.
“Okay… That was good… just better now.”
I ran my hand down my face “asshole” I growled at him. I jotted down the rest of my sentence before opening the door again.
The thing about Zayn is he always knows something’s wrong. He immediately embraced me, letting me snuggle my face into his neck. He tilted his head back to put his chin on top of my head, and just held me, not saying a word.
“I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.” I said into his chest, breaking the silence.
“I don’t think it’s you babe, it’s just them being jealous.”
“Will you take me home?” I asked, trying to look up at him, “Please.”
He opened my apartment door after fiddling with the lock that I could never operate. Like such a gentleman he gestured for me to enter first, and I laid on the couch, tired and defeated. But Zayn pulled me to my feet and grabbed the stereo remote.
“Dance with me” by Truly Madly Deeply came out of the speakers and I felt myself smile for the first time all day. He ran his hand under my chin and with his index finger and pulled my face to his, our eyes locking. With his other hand around my waist, I felt surrounded. He murmured the words into my ear as we sway from left to right, placing kisses on my neck and collarbone. His arms were tightening around me and I felt so warm from his natural body heat. He pulled away abruptly and looked at me again, placing a little kiss on my mouth before… Wait where was he going?
“Follow me.” he instructed, leading to my bedroom.
What the hell is he doing? We had never been in my bedroom together sober, and even when we had we had nothing more than fooled around.
“Just, just sit right here.” he pointed to the foot of the bed, where I kept my baby blanket.
If we were having sex this needed to go….
When I sat down, he started to lower himself onto one knee.
“Cupcake… I love you so much. I would be lost without you. You never fail to put a smile right on my face. You’re perfect in every way, shape, and form. Your eyes, your body,” Zayn had lost track of where he was going, but he picked right back up, “but most of all I love your sense of humor and how you never take me too seriously. You’re not just beautiful on the outside but on the in. I’ve already talked to your mom and dad about this, they gave me the blessing. So I guess what I’m asking is…” he pulled a ring box out of his shirt pocket and opened it. “Will you marry me?”
The ring was perfect. It wasn’t huge or anything, but it defiantly wasn’t small either. It was set in silver and engraved in it was 5-14, the day we had first met.
I barely mustered out a yes and he attacked me, kissing my face and blowing little mouth raspberries into my neck. I rolled on top of him and kissed him slowly before cuddling into him again.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you more.” it was barely audible into his neck. He pushed my hair out of my face and placed his forehead to mine.
“I love you most.”
(: I hope you like it.