Long Live (Sequel to Payton Swift)

Chapter 23

// June 26, 2015 //

- Payton -

You'd think Zayn would have freaked out at me for the "Hayton" rumours, but he didn't. I remember him calling me up and we talked about it, where he was upset at first but then when I explained how nothing happened and how Harry and I were usually that close and comfortable around each other, Zayn let it go. Now, here we are three months later in his apartment in London, happier than ever before. The vibes that came off him ever since he left the band have been nothing but positive, which is so refreshing because I love happy, super positive Zayn. It's so refreshing.

Anyway, I was currently curled up on the couch. I had blankets wrapped around me, Zayn keeps it cold in his apartment, and a YouTube playlist of little babies doing things so I was pretty happy and was enjoying myself until Zayn so rudely interrupted my good time.

@paytonswift: zayn walked passed me, saw that i was watching cute baby videos and said "don't get any ideas payton"

@paytonswift: update! i told him to let me live

I close my laptop and place it on the ottoman, switching to Netflix on the flat screen in front of me.

"Why were you watching baby videos in the first place?" Zayn asks me as he sits beside me on the couch. I shrug and rest my head on his shoulder as an episode of The Office starts playing and Zayn starts going through his mentions on Twitter.

"I love babies, okay? I just wanted to watch some cute videos, Z."

Zayn laughs at my answer, pausing the episode and putting his phone down before pulling me onto his lap so that I was facing him. 

"Babe?" he asks.

"Yes, my love?"

"Do you ever think of having kids someday?"

"Yeah I do," I tell him as I trace his jawline with one of my fingers. "I think Niall will be a great father," I say as a joke, but by the look on his face I know Zayn isn't amused.

"Wow..." he mutters and I laugh at him, placing red lipstick kisses all over his face.

"Aw Z, you know I'm kidding. Baby, I can't see myself starting a family with anyone other than you," I confess, making a big smile appear on his face. Zayn presses his lips on mine for a quick kiss before I from his lap back to the couch.

"I just wanted to hear you say it," confesses Zayn as I lay down with my head on his lap. He starts playing with my hair and I smile widely up at him. Just with one glance at Zayn I know that I'm so blessed. I get lost in my thoughts and start thinking about what our life together will be like; our house, our kids, our pets... I hope our plans don't fall through. I start planning our wedding in my head when Zayn's voice breaks through and brings me back down to Earth. "Babe, what are you thinking about?"

"Our future."

Zayn cocks his head to the side, his fingers still running through my hair. "What about our future, Payton?" he asks me, smiling a little - I assume he started thinking about it too.

"Just the usual things. Wedding, kids, house, pets... you know?" I ask and I watch him nod his head, looking as if he's thinking incredibly hard about something. "What are you thinking so hard about?" I ask him, laughing a little.

He smiles at me and kisses my forehead. "The same as you. Don't we have lunch with your sister soon?" Zayn asks me and I sit upright.

"Shit we do," I say, remembering the plans she made two days earlier. I look at Zayn's face and see the lipstick kisses. "We have to wash those off your face," I laugh, standing up and leading him to the bathroom off of the bedroom so I could remove the lipstick from his skin. Without a complaint, Zayn endures the process of removing makeup.