Five Lovestories

The egg in the pan was sputtering from the butter, and I quickly flipped it. I pressed out my left hip and let my hand rest on it.

"Looking good over there!" Zayn said with his smile that seemingly came from above.

"Yeah, maybe I should compete in making eggs, they're litterally so good." I smiled and poked it carefully.

"Well, I was refering to something else, but I'm sure the eggs will taste good too." He grinned and took another bite of his sandwhich.

A blush crept in on my cheeks as I smiled like an total idiot with my back against him.

"Hey, come here." Zayn said with his still husky voice from just waking up.

I slowly turned around with a grin, walked over to him and sat down on his lap with the spatula still in my hand. With the other one wrapped around his neck, I shot him a sweet smile.
My family were all really hard to get out of bed, if they could, they'd stay there all day long. So since me and Zayn obviously still were on college-time, we decided to make a early breakfast, and take off somewhere, leaving a note.

"Thank you for this. I had a great time with your family last night." Zayn hummed beneth me, since I was higher up on his lap.

"I'm glad you did, because I did too." I said. "You're so great with them. They all love you, I can tell."

"Well, now I know where your good sides comes from." Zayn said and I bent down and kissed him.

But as we were on our third, forth kiss, someone cleared its thorat behind us.

"The.. the eggs." My dad said and tried to keep down a chuckle.

"Oh God, the eggs!" I said and jumped off Zayns lap.


"He wasn't mad?" Zayn repeated.

We were walking through the finest streets in Manchester, as we were chatting about the incident earlier this morning. It was a cold October-morning, the last October-morning, actually. Halloween was tonight, and the town was already drowning in decorations and kids with costumes.
Zayn, as shy and classy as he was, couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between the three of us.

"No, I'm telling you! My dad isn't that kind of a person. My parents have always been very open about sex, sometimes, embarrassingly open."

Zayn chuckled and I hooked my arm with his to create some heat in the freezing fall-air.

"They always joke around about me being safe and asks me the day after if the guy was good or bad." I said and Zayns eyes grew out of surprisement - which I didn't blame him for. "Yeah, I know. Annoying, right? But pretty funny though."

"No, this is not eyes of dislike, this is questioning eyes, the ones who ask "when the hell can I move in?"."

We both laughed and I started dragging him to the other side of the street where a really cool costume-shop was standing. Every year, me and Sarah would buy our Halloween-costumes there. Right in the middle of our walk over there, I started to think about Sarah. I remembered that she was probably in France by now, since she had gotten her script published. While I was on my trip down memory lane, I started to think about the day I found out she was going there. That day was awful, when all the drama with Liams sisters was going on. Everything had turned out okay, with me, with Mark and his gang, with Liam, with Harry and with Liams sisters, but still. That was a week I did not want to think about it. I really just wanted to erase it, delete it out of my mind if that was possible.
I looked up at Zayn and breathed in the fresh air, and squeezed his arm harder. God, I was really one lucky girl.
Once we got into the shop, merely the smell in there made me remember all the days I had spent there. Even the old lady behind the desk, Laura, was a friendly face of mine. The floor creaked when we slowly started walking further into the dark, but pleasant shop.

"Wow.. what is this place?" Zayn whispered between the selfs, after a minute of exploring.

"Why are you whispering?" I asked, realizing that I was whispering myself.

"Because I get the feeling that I'm supposed to be quiet in here.. sort of like a library."

I laughed, finally letting myself to make a decent noise.

"Do you see that lady over there?" I said and pointed at Laura.

"Yeah, why?"

"She's like a hundered. She can barely hear, but her sight is like an owls."

"Oh." He said and nodded. "So, we're buying something from here?"

"Yeah, it's here or nowhere else. This place is the best of the best, there's just no one that has figured that out yet."

We both laughed and kept on looking for something to wear. While picking up a princess-dress I once had worn, I remembered. I hadn't even thought of something to wear. I mean, that was obviously why we were at a costume-shop, to find out, but still. I always planned what I was going to wear like three weeks before. The college was very tough on me, I loved it. It was actually funny how you could forget something that has been so important in your life, only to have a million other thoughts replaced instead. Concern, butterflies, they both took up a lot of space.
I looked up at Zayn. He was standing in front of a mirror, holding up a tiger-dress in front of himself. Butterflies, I thought to myself. Mostely butterflies.

"Are we matching?" He asked, with still a low tone.

"Yes, of course we are! We're too cheesy not to." I grinned.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Now the real searching started. I walked down the many racks in a brisk pace, scouring through them all. My passion for dressing up and doing makeup blew up again like a flame inside of me, and the memory of my mothers delicious pie made my mouth watering.
Suddenly, I picked up two costumes, and an obvious thought hit me. Of course! We were going to be devils!

"We're home!" I shouted into my house.

"Kathleen!" Faye shouted and jumped up in my arms.

"Hi Fayie, look what I got!" I said and gave her a sneak peak inside of my shopping-bags.

She put her hands in front of her mouth in surprise and giggled shortly after, which both Zayn and I joined her in. Suddenly, my mom came downstairs with a big smile on her lips.

"Hello, you little lovebirds!" She twittered. "Did you find something to wear?"

"Yeah, you'll see tonight." I winked and put down Faye, who ran off. "When's dinner?"

"Eight o' clock." She said and were on her way into the bathroom, but turned around just before opening the door. "And by the way, I heard about this morning. I like the love guy, but just.. be safe, kids."

Then she shot us a wink and disappeared in the bathroom. We slowly turned our heads towards each other, and couldn't control the situation when we both exploded in laughs.

"I'm serious, when can I move in here?" Zayn asked.


"Stand still!" I giggled in Zayns face.

"I can't, the brush hurts! And you should be still too, by the way." He said and blinked a big amout of times.

"I'm sorry." I laughed. "It's just so fun to see you suffer.."

"Excuse me?" Zayn laughed.

"You know what I mean. Oh, well. I guess this is as good as it gets, take a look in the mirror."

Zayn immediately got up from the chair, like it was electric. He walked up to the mirror and admired my work on his face.

"As good as it gets?" He asked with a surprised tone. "This is amazing, babe!"

I had applied black products around both our eyes, and with our pitchfork and horns, it actually looked amazing.

"Thank you." I said with the sweetest voice I could do. "Now we're both done, so.. let the party begin."

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