You had me at hello - a Zayn Malik fan fiction (not famous)

19 years old Irene has a normal boring life in Italy, until the day she leaves for the U.K. with her best friend Alice. There, she meets Zayn, the most beautiful boy she has ever seen.
Love, friendship, jealousy and drama mess up Irene's new life, giving her the chance to find what she has been looking for.


39. Little things

I feel my heart palpitate fast in my chest, my hands are shaking and I’m completely speechless. I stand still, staring at the wonderful scene in front of me.

“So…do you like it?” Zayn lowly asks, lowering his head to catch my gaze.

I turn my eyes on his questioning face and giggle excited. “Zayn…this is…wow.”

He grins satisfied, and gives me a peck on the cheek.

“I’ve never done this for anyone, before. I wanted to make tonight special.”

I smile at him, while he extends his hand, encouraging me to take a seat.

“Did you really set all this up…by yourself?”

He nods. “Well, maybe my mom gave me some advice about the cooking.” He says, before swiftly walking in the kitchen. “Just one second babe.”.

I stay there, sitting at the table, still unable to believe what’s happening.

After a few seconds, Zayn comes out of the kitchen, holding a pot and wearing a odd and funny kitchen apron with the writing “King of the cooker” on it. I can’t help but loudly laugh and cover my face with my hands.

I love the way he tries to be funny and goofy, I love the fact that he’s doing that for me.

“What is that?” I ask with difficulty, because I really can’t control my laughter.

He puts on a displeased expression and looks down at his “outfit”, his eyes looking like those of a cute puppy. “Don’t you like it? It’s my personal apron.” he claims with a baby-like voice that makes me laughs even louder.

He walks to the table and places the pot on it.

“Mmmmh my stomach is rumbling! What’s the dish of the day, chef?” I ask, rubbing my tummy.

“Cuscus with spicy vegetables!” he announces, filling my plate with the steamy dish. “I know how much you like it. It was hard, honestly, but I did it! Hope it’s good…”

“Wow, Zayn…it smells wonderful!” I clap my hands excited.

He takes a seat next to me and we start eating, Zayn staring at me with a worried look, waiting for a reaction.

“Zayn, it’s…it’s…” I interrupt my words placing my hand on my mouth and pretending to feel the urge to puke. But as soon as I see Zayn’s shocked look I start giggling and shout: “I’m jooooking!”, raising my hands in the air. “It’s actually very good Zayn. Seriously!” I say while he gently hits me on my arm.

He keeps looking at me while I silently enjoy the food.

“So, this is where baby-Zayn used to run and play and be annoying, huh?” I ask glimpsing at the dark room around me.

“Yeah.” He mutters, chewing his mouthful of cuscus. “This house used to be quite noisy, having me and my sisters running and screaming around, and my cousins used to come over often, so, yeah, about ten years ago this exact room used to be really different…and messy.” He smiles looking around with a nostalgic expression.


We go on, just like that, talking about anything that comes to our mind. We reminisce stories from our childhood, from our adolescence, our first kiss, our fears, our memories from high school. I talked about the friends I left behind in Italy, about my house, my dog, the things me and Alice used to do back there. I try hard not to lose myself in Zayn’s big eyes, while they scan my face and smile at my words.

“You know? The only person I’ve ever talked to for so long was Liam.” Zayn interrupts his speech, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s cool. I feel like I can tell you anything…’cause you understand.”

I rub his hand, which is placed on my tight, and shyly smile. “I like listening to you.” I say, unconsciously approaching my face to his, the urge to kiss him being unbearable.

He grins, his tongue popping up against his teeth, like it does when he smiles a lot, before slowly leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.


After 5 hours of talk, kisses and cuddle, Zayn brings me back home, leaving me on the side walk, after kissing me goodbye.

I climb the stairs and tiptoe inside my flat trying not to wake Alice up. I go in the bathroom and begin to get ready for bed time. Suddenly, I remember about Zayn’s gift. I rush in the living room and swiftly grab my purse, taking the sheet out of it. What I read, makes me drown in tears of happiness.

Your hand fits in mine 
Like it's made just for me 
But bear this in mind 
It was meant to be 
And I'm joining up the dots 
With the freckles on your cheeks 
And it all makes sense to me 
I know you've never loved 
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile 
You've never loved 
Your stomach or your thighs 
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine 
But I'll love them endlessly 
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth 
But if I do, it's you, 
Oh it's you, 
They add up to 
I'm in love with you, 
And all these little things 
You can't go to bed, 
Without a cup of tea, 
And maybe that's the reason 
That you talk, in your sleep 
And all those conversations 
Are the secrets that I keep 
Though it makes no sense to me 
I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape 
You never want to know how much you weigh 
You still have to squeeze into your jeans 
You're perfect to me 
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth 
But if it's true, 
It's you, 
It's you, 
They add up to 

I'm in love with you, 
And all these little things 
You'll never love yourself 
Half as much as I love you 
You'll never treat yourself right, darlin' 
But I want you to, 
If I let you know, I'm here for you, 
Maybe you'll love yourself, 
Like I love you 
And I've just let these little things 
Slip, out of my mouth, 
'Cause it's you, oh it's you, 
It's you, 
They add up to 
And I'm in love with you, 
And all these little things, 
I won't let these little things 
Slip, out of my mouth, 
But if it's true, 
It's you, it's you, 
They add up to, 
I'm in love with you, 
And all your little things.

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