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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EMILYS POV
I slowly open my eyes and search for my phone to look at the time. Urgh it's already one o'clock. Maybe it’s time to get up... naaaah maybe not.
I turn around and look at Zayn. He looks so cute. He has a little smile on his face and mumbles something. His arm is around my waist as we hold hands.
Am I supposed to feel bad, that I kissed on my first date with someone? No, probably not. But what if I uhm.. slept with someone after a first date. Would that be bad? But what is that someone if Zayn?
Still bad Emily, still bad.
Fuck it, I like that guy, he likes me. At this moment that's all I care about. I don't care if his name is Zayn Malik or Peter Poo, I like him for him, not for his name. Altho it would be funny if there would be someone named Peter Poo.
I hear Zayn stretch, and making weird noises as I look at him. He looks like a little puppy who just woke up.
"Good morning" I tell him when he opens his eyes.
"Hi"
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yeesss" he says sounding not quite awake yet
"Good, shall I make some tea or coffee, maybe something to eat?"
"No, I'll make it" he says letting go of me, ready to get up with half open eyes.
"Wait Zayn" I say as he looks at me with a 'what-did-I-do-wrong'-face. I pull him back and give him a kiss.
"Now you can go"
Zayn smiles and walks towards the kitchen. After a couple of minutes I decided that I should probably go and take a look if he found everything, so I pull on Zayns shirt, pull my pajama pants on and skip towards the kitchen.
Zayn is standing in front of the cooker in his black Calvin Klein underwear. I have to say, he has an amazing bum. I know its sounds weird, but girls DO look at bums, and I'm a girl who likes to look at bums.
"Is my bum interesting?" Zayn says.
He didn't even turn around, and still knew what I was thinking about, and what I was looking at. Told you he's a magician.
"Yes it is" I tell him, "what are you making"
"Breakfast"
"No way"
"Segway" Zayn says making me laugh.
His humor is just so bad sometimes. I know Harry has bad humor, but Zayn is also great at making stupid jokes.
"Babe, are you alright?" Zayn asks, as he turns around looking at me.
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Old School Love - z.m
Fanfiction*COMPLETED* Old school love... is that too much to ask? Just two kids being in love with each other, dreaming about their life together, no drama. Living together, marriage, kids... But apparently that was too much to ask for a normal London girl...
