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.”
