January. // z.m. au

Chapter 35

Forever | Haim

There I sat, criss cross on my bed, my closet wide open as I stared into it. I had a mini suitcase opened and placed in front of me but made no efforts in putting anything into it. And yeah, it was only like eleven in the morning but still. Being an expert procrastinator and everything, if I didn't start now I'd never do it at all. But I didn't want to start until I saw Zayn.

He was supposed to be coming over (he told me he'd be over at around ten and it was currently eleven thirty-two) to help me and just be with me before I left him for a week at most. And I know how he was about his sleep and everything (I was convinced he'd marry it if it was an actual person), but I felt like time was ticking.

Or maybe I was just paranoid. Or maybe I was just that girlfriend. You know, those kinds.

I didn't want to be that girlfriend.

The later he showed up meant the less time we had together. And yes, I knew it wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't like I was moving to another country or anything. It was just, I wasn't used to this whole relationship thing. I didn't know if other couples acted like this or not. This was just us -- this is how we were.

Ten more minutes passed before there was a soft knock at my door. It was so quiet that I was surprised I'd even heard it in the first place. But that could only mean one thing and there could only be one person standing outside my flat right now, and if that didn't put a pep in my step I'm not sure what would.

I didn't want to seem too eager, though. So once I'd practically zoomed out of my room, I slowed my pace a bit before I reached the door. Another knock was sent my way just as I was had a hand over the knob and began unhooking the locks.

Then I was stood before Zayn -- a rather sleepy Zayn -- eyes half opened, half closed. He had a beanie covering his head, his black hair lying flat on his forehead. He wore his signature leather jacket and a loose t-shirt underneath that showed off the tattoos inked into his chest. Wasn't he cold at all?

He had joggers covering his legs and a pair of trainers placed over his feet, and I was pretty sure he'd just rolled out of bed and came straight here. Not that I was complaining at all, he looked good actually. Even if he was still in sleep mode.

"Hey," he half smiled, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. He stepped forward and gave me a one armed hug, placing a quick kiss on my cheek.

I shivered at his touch because he was wearing leather and it was in fact cold outside.

"Oh, you're cold," I shook, frowning at the slight uncomfortable feeling. I didn't mind that he was cold, though. It was Zayn, I couldn't complain.

"Mhm," he nodded lazily just as he closed the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around my torso and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. "And you're warm, hmm."

"That I am," I muttered and he laughed, his breath hitting the surface of my skin and making the goosebumps slowly rise.

He started placing small, lazy kisses against my neck to which I almost immediately melted into. But then I remembered that I had a task I was meant to do and this would only distract me further.

The faster I got done with that, the faster we could do this. Yeah, we should hurry up if I ever wanted to get back to this part.

"Packing, Zayn," I spoke up, trying to pry him away from me. "I'm supposed to be packing."

"Ugh," he groaned rather dramatically. "Don't leave."

His face was leaning against my shoulder now, his forehead rolling across the surface. I could feel the crinkles of his eyebrows in my skin so I knew he was pouting right about now.