There's No Such Thing As Too Young

(Three days later)

I felt kisses being trailed all down my back, waking me up and alerting me.

I groaned.

"Zayn." I mumbled, burying my face in my pillow.

"Wake up, birthday girl." He whispered, pushing my hair off my shoulder and giving it a soft kiss.

His stubble tickled my skin, making me shiver and making goose bumps erupt all over my body.

"I don't want to." I moaned, lifting myself up on my hands and kneeling on the bed.

Zayn kneeled behind me, placing his hands on my hips.

I yawned tiredly, rubbing my eyes.

I turned around in his arms, lazily wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back on the bed.

"Happy birthday, my Angel." Zayn smiled, kissing me quickly.

I pouted as he pulled away.

He tugged on my hand and pulled me out of bed.

"Nooo!" I whined, reluctantly getting out of bed.

I refused to move when my feet touched the floor.

"Drella, don’t make me do this the hard way." Zayn warned.

I stood still.

"Fine." He said simply, wrapping his arms around my knees and bringing me over his shoulder.

I immediately panicked.

"Zayn, put me down! Please! I'm too heavy!" I exclaimed, hitting his back.

"Babe, you weigh like a Hundred pounds." Zayn chuckled, and I just know he rolled his eyes.

He carried me down the stairs carefully, with me still protesting and cussing at him.

We reached the kitchen and he set me down on the counter.

I crossed my arms over my chest, looking away.

"I know you're not mad, Drella." Zayn said, stepping between my legs and placing his hands on my thighs.

He started kissing and biting my neck.

I burst out laughing because it tickled so badly.

"I'm going to make you breakfast, okay? Don't even try protesting, I won't listen." Zayn said sternly, bopping me on the nose.

I swung my legs as I watched him potter around the kitchen.

He slept over last night.

And before you immediately think we had sex...

We didn't.

Zayn and I hadn't actually done anything yet, we hadn't even touched each other intimately.

I thought that maybe we should have, and I mean, we have been dating for a few months now.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts, continuing to watch Zayn.

Seeing him in the kitchen, cooking for me on my birthday, reminded me painfully of my Grandmother.

My eyes started to fill up, and my throat gained a lump.

I bowed my head, letting my hair fall around my face.

I can't believe she's not here with me now, celebrating my birthday.

I felt fingers lift my chin up, and Zayn sighed softly.

"What's wrong, Drella?" He asked quietly, brushing my tears away with his thumbs.

I shrugged, not wanting to talk about it because I'd upset myself further.

"I can see you don't wanna talk about it, so I'm not going to push it, okay? Just know that you can always tell me what’s wrong, I'm here for you."

I nodded and pulled him to me.

I rested my head on his shoulder, fiddling with the bottom of his tank top.

"Just think of later, I have a surprise for you. I have all your presents at my house, so after I've taken you out, we'll go there." Zayn explained.

"You didn't need to get me anything." I told him, pressing small kisses along his shoulder and neck.

"Mmm." Zayn sighed, tilting his head for me to get better access.

I smiled as my lips touched his skin.

Around Two minutes later, we were involved in a full blown, saucy, make out session on the kitchen counter.

Zayn's hands were high on my waist, almost touching the sides of my breasts.

My legs were securely around his waist, and my hands were knotted in his hair.

I bit down on his bottom lip, and he pulled back with a groan.

I frowned at the loss of contact.

"Why did you stop?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice.

"Because if we would have gone any further, I would have bent you over that counter and had my way with you." Zayn smirked, brushing my hair from my face.

"I would have liked that." I defended.

"Don’t tempt me, Drella. Anyway, I want it to be special when we do it." Zayn shrugged.

I guess he was right.

"Okay."

"I'm going to finish making you breakfast, go and wash up." He told me, helping me off the counter.

He gave my bum a spank as I was leaving, making me blush.

I took my time in the shower, trying to distract myself as much as possible.

I washed and conditioned my hair, leaving it feeling silky for when I curled it.

My legs and everywhere else were smooth and hairless, soft to the touch.

I smelt strongly of vanilla, which Zayn loved.

I got myself dried and dressed in my chosen outfit, some simple shorts and a burgundy jumper with matching Vans.

I was feeling slightly self-conscious, but I tried to smile for Zayn.

I started on my make-up, doing a natural eye with some winged eyeliner and mascara.

I finish by curling my hair loosely so it fell down my back in waves.

"Hey, baby." Zayn greeted as I walked back into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

He'd removed his vest, so I kissed his back.

His muscles tensed and he span me around to face him.

"You look good enough to eat." Zayn growled in my ear, surveying my bare legs.

Mike always complimented me on my legs, he loved them because they were so long.

"Eat me then." I flirted back, feeling brave and letting the moment take over.

"Maybe later, your breakfast is over there." Zayn chuckled, kissing my lips and pointing to the counter.

I sighed.

He'd made me an egg and cheese bagel, with a cut up apple on the side.

I sat down at the counter, gulping at the food.

"Do as best as you can." Zayn said, rubbing my back.

"I will." I replied, taking a bite of an apple slice.

"I'm going to shower." Zayn told me, kissing my forehead.

He disappeared and I took a hesitant bite of the bagel.

I hated being like this.

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