It was midnight when Zayn showed me to his small room. I was gracious for the double bed in the middle, the walls hand painted by Zayn just like everywhere else
"This is it" he spoke, his voice rough
"It's very nice" I said simply
"Niall do you mind if I uh..." I turned to find him frowning
"Yes?" I asked curiously
"Don't worry" he waved me off
I just nodded, wondering what he was going to say. But I suppose that if he didn't want to say, then that was none of my business.
I pulled back the covers, and noticed Zayn changing out of his jeans into a pair of sweats. He offered me a pair of grey ones that I more than happily replaced my jeans with.
Now barefoot, both of us in shirts and sweats I grasped Zayn's hand and lead him into the bed.
The moment I gripped it, his confidence turned into something far too awkward for him to be the same Zayn I was speaking to only seconds ago
He followed me under the covers, but didn't seem to know what exactly was going on.
He definitely had something on his mind, something that was either confusing or bothering him. I felt like it had something to do with me, due to how intensely he was watching me move
He lay on his back on one side of the bed, and I simply pouted
"Why are you pouting?" Although he was being quiet his voice was still firm
"I wanted to cuddle" I teased slightly
His eyebrows furrowed, and he went silent
"You know..." I nudged him "cuddle up together?"
His frown deepened and I just rolled my eyes, slightly irritated
"Never mind" I then turned away
"We can uhm... Cuddle if you'd like?" It was definitely more of a question
A small smile found its way to my lips and I instantly turned around, snuggling into Zayn.
The awkwardness increased, with Zayn's hands now hovering over my body
"You can touch me" I laughed
"Oh... Uh... Right, of course" he forced a nervous smile
His hands rest open on my shoulder and I just grunted, pulling his arms around me tightly. He gulped at that, but didn't protest
I tangled our legs last, and then looked up at him. He seemed confused, but when his eyes met mine he smiled
"This is nice" he mumbled out
"You're cold" I whispered
"You're very warm" he answered back
"Maybe I can warm you up then" I whispered
His smiled faltered for a moment, his eyes flickering to my lips. I knew what he wanted, and as much as I wanted it too, I knew now wasn't the right time, I knew what one simple kiss would lead to
He leant down, his lips millimetres from mine. As he went to close the kiss, I angled away, kissing his cheek
He seemed stunned by the gesture, but accepted the rejection with an appreciative smile
"Goodnight, Zayn" I whispered out
I closed my eyes, resting my warm face onto Zayn's cold chest. It wasn't too cold though, it was the cold that kept me from being too warm.
And judging by how cozy Zayn got, I assumed that I was the warmth that kept Zayn from being too cold.
That thought alone, made me smile before sleep claimed us both.
I woke early the next morning, one of Zayn's arms under my body while half my body lay on his, one arm slung across his chest.
He was sleeping soundly on his back, his hair shuffled into a mess. I gave a tiny smile and closed my eyes, sighing when I felt him stir
He made a small noise I couldn't identify and then I felt him shift.
"Morning" I mumbled out
"Morning" he then yawned
I smiled, how cute.
We both got up after agreeing to do so, Zayn offered me his shower to freshen up with.
I changed into my clothes from yesterday and to make me feel better, he changed into his clothes from yesterday as well.
We went out to a small cafe for breakfast, ordering two blueberry muffins and two cappuccinos. We ate and drank on the way to uni, and then took our separate ways.
Of course he didn't disappear until he received a kiss on the cheek. He returned the favour, placing a kiss on my cheek that caused his stubble to roughly graze my skin
"I'll see you after your lecture" Zayn pet my head
And that's when we finally went on our own ways