You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


21. Twenty One ღ

Everything is pale yellow when I open my eye lids. I close them shut again; the light making them burn. I rub the sleep out of them and let them flutter open again. The TV is off, the curtains are letting light shimmer through, and the fan is off: three things I would never let happen. I stretch and let out a pleased sigh, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. And then I remember; Zayn slept over. 

I hear quiet rustling in the kitchen and I pad over to the door that's slightly creaked open, allowing me to see him scurrying about, making breakfast. I giggle and make my way into the bathroom to freshen up.

Minty mouthwash blasts my taste buds awake, and I messily comb my curls into a "I-didn't-make-out-all-night" bun. Buttoning the buttons back up his white dress shirt, I make my way into the kitchen.

He's scooting bacon around the frying pan as I sit down at the counter, a plate, glass, and cutlery already provided. A vase of flowers are perched in the middle of the breakfast bar, wild daises that are creamy white. I can't hide my smile when he looks over at me and grins that sideways smile.

        "Good morning, beautiful," he says, piling bacon on a plate before me. He kisses me on the forehead.

        "Good morning," I smile.

He grabs a plate full of french toast and sets it down on the bar, swiftly planting orange juice and syrup in front of me.

        "Hope you're hungry," he says warmly. I chuckle and shift in my chair, grabbing a slice of french toast.

        "I am after last night,"

His forkful of toast pauses midair and his eyes bore into mine as I stare innocently back at him, nibbling on a piece of bacon. His deep brown gaze holds mine for a few more seconds before he smirks and takes a sip of his juice.

        "In that case, I'd like to make you hungry all the time."

I hide under my lashes, trying to keep my cheeks from burning too red. Does he have any idea what kind of effect his words have on me?

He smiles and finishes his last bite of french toast. And just like that, my appetite is totally gone. He sits his fork down and leans over to cup my face.

        "I'm going to miss you so much," he says, looking right into my eyes. I feel my throat begin to tighten; I can't think about this right now.

He traces my jaw line with his thumbs, placing his lips ever so lightly on mine. But this isn't enough to suppress the pang of hurt I feel about our departure, so I push harder, wanting and needing him anywhere and everywhere. Our hands move simultaneously; mine moving to his face and his falling at my hips. He clears the counter and sets me up on it, leaning between my thighs. I let my legs wrap around him and snake my fingers through his hair. His hands are moving down, cupping my bottom, and I can't stifle a groan as he gently squeezes me. Our mouths find a rhythm, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, biting gently. I'm about to lose it completely when he softens his attack and ends with a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. We pull apart and I let in an exasperated, much needed breath. Thank God for minty morning mouthwash.

        "I love you," he puts his forehead on mine, looking deeply into my bewildered eyes. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I love you. I feel like I've known you my whole life."

All I can do is smile back up at him. Did he know I was thinking about all this last night?

        "I love you, too," I lay my fingers gently between his. How can I keep talking without sounding cheesy?!

        "You make me finally feel complete."

His smile tells me I must have said something right. He kisses me again and softly lifts me from the counter-top, my legs still wrapped around him. He carries me into my bedroom, plopping me on the bed and lingering between my legs. I think I may be getting some Zayn lovings until he unwillingly gets up, grabbing some clothes from the chair.

        "Gotta get ready for the concert, love."

I grumble at the thought, I had totally forgotten about that. I button my top three buttons back; I get excited way too easily.

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