Kiss You: Chapter Eighteen
Clara’s P.O.V
“Alright, Zayn, I finally finished unpacking my bag. You already did yours, right?” I said skipping into the living space after finishing unpacking from our trip to America. Although it was the same time of year, while it was sunny and warm in LA, back in England it was still cold.
He nodded and smiled, eyeing me up and down.
“What?” I looked down at myself. I was wearing black tracksuit pants and a hot pink Abercrombie and Fitch hoodie with my grey UGG boots.
“Nothing; Just, you look hot in those clothes,” he said patting the space on the couch next to him.
I smiled, sat down and snuggled into him. “You always think I look good at the weirdest times.”
“But it’s true, Clara. You look hot,” he said.
“Well, thank you,” I said looking at his face.
“But you still don’t believe it,” he said with a small smile.
I hesitated for a moment then shook my head.
He sighed and kissed my cheek, under my eye. “Well, you should,” he whispered so softly, I think it was only to himself. “Aren’t you going out with your friends tonight?” he asked louder in a different tone, one he used when he was changing the subject.
I shook my head slowly, “I’d rather be with you, Zayn. You know that.” My relationship with Zayn was the most important thing to me. I knew he’d always be here for me, no matter what. And besides, I could meet up with my friends any time. I was still a teeny bit jet-lagged and I just wanted to spend some alone time with Zayn.
He smiled and dropped his arm and I shuffled a little so he could get his arm behind me. He linked his hands at my waist.
“What are we watching?” I asked glancing at the TV searching the table in front of us for the remote.
“I don’t even know,” Zayn answered with a laugh.
I went to reach forward for the remote on the coffee table but he tightened his grip as soon as he felt me move. “Zayn, I’m just getting the remote.”
“I don’t want you to move,” he whined tightening his grip even more.
“Zayn- can’t- breathe,” I joked as his grip became even tighter. He loosened it a little. “I’m not even getting off the couch, I’m just leaning forward, baby.”
He finally gave in and let go of his hands, dropping them to my sides, “Alright, fine.”
He had used some physiological thing on me and now I didn’t really want to move either. My only motivation to reach forward was to change the channel off the horribly boring sport that was showing on the screen.
I reached forward and grabbed the remote of the table, taking my place back in Zayn’s arms. It was freezing cold days like this where I like being alone with Zayn; we could just sit and talk, or watch TV, laugh and always snuggle with each other. I treasured days like these the most.
After flicking through the multiple channels and deciding there was nothing to watch, Zayn suggested we watch a DVD instead. I agreed but none of us moved. Neither of us wanted to.
I laughed. “Well, are you going to get up and choose one?”
He screwed his mouth to the side in thought. “Uh, yeah... I guess,” he slowly let go of me and got off the couch.
He listed about four movies before we settled on ‘The Avengers’. “While I’m up, do you want some tea or hot chocolate?” he asked.
I nodded and he walked off into the kitchen. I really didn’t understand how Zayn thought I looked good in what I was wearing. I mean, I didn’t have any make-up on besides lip balm, if that even counted; and my clothes were baggy and nothing special. I don’t doubt that Zayn thinks I’m pretty with make-up and stuff, or at all for that matter, but he seems to find me most attractive when I’m like this. Just myself.
He shuffled back in the room with two large mugs in his hands. He carefully put it in my outstretched hands and took his seat back next to me.
“Thanks baby,” I said taking a sip of the warm chocolaty drink.
“No problem, beautiful,” he replied.
“You know, I’ll never understand what goes on in your boy brain,” I said.
“I know you won’t,” he said with a smile, and the tone he used made it almost sound as if he was upset.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t get it,” I said rubbing his tummy.
He shrugged and kissed my forehead. He smiled at me and averted his view back to the television.
I reached up and kissed his jaw and rested my head on his shoulder to continue the movie. “I love you,” he softly said.
“I love you too.”
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