Esoteric.

I had been sitting around all day since leaving Zayn’s. He had asked if he could come over later and seeing as my mother still wouldn’t be home for a few more days I said yes. I was a little nervous about seeing him again. I know this morning had been different but after not seeing him for a couple of hours. My nerves were starting to set in all over again. What if he thought I looked bad? I mean, I was only wearing sweats and a crop top. What if he thought I was too pudgy to be wearing a crop top? What if he thought I looked bad without makeup on? What if he doesn’t like me with my glasses on? I should probably go and put some makeup on and put in my contacts.

Yes. Good idea.

And like always, I’m too late. The doorbell sounded making me sigh. I sauntered over to the door opening it, trying to look anywhere but him.

“Hey, boo.” he said enveloping me in a comforting hug. My heart fluttered as the words left his mouth. I wrapped my arms back around thin waist, pressing my face to his chest. God, he always smell so amazing. “I missed you.” she smiled pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Um, I need to uh. . .I need to go upstairs and um. I need to do something. You can come with me though.”

“Already trying to get me in bed?” he smirked as we entered my room.

“Oh you wish.” I laughed, swatting his arm. Walking over to my vanity grabbing a few of makeup items before proceeding to the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door behind me. It’s not like I was actually going to the bathroom or changing. I was in the middle of opening my foundation when Zayn popped his head around the corner, his hand covering his eyes.

“You decent?” he asked cautiously.

“Yes.” I laughed. He smiled sweetly at me before walking in.

“So, what are you doing?”

“Putting on some makeup.” I said holding up my hand containing the foundation on the back of it and my brush.

“Why?”

“What?” I asked confused to why he would ask why I was putting on makeup. Isn’t it quite obvious?

“Why are you putting on makeup?”

“Because. . “

“Because why?”

“I need to.”

“Are you planning on going anywhere where it’s mandatory to wear makeup?”

“What? No.” What the hell was he even on about?

“Then why are you putting it on?”

“Like I said before, because. . “

“I know what you said, but what I’m trying to say is that you don’t need to wear it.”

I blushed at his words. “I could use a little.” I said bringing the brush to my face only to be stopped by Zayn gently grabbing on to my wrist.

“You look absolutely gorgeous without makeup. There’s no need.” He smiled grabbing the brush from my hand placing it back on to the counter. I knew by now my cheeks were were most likely as red as rudolf’s noses. I wiped off the remaining foundation of my hand before turning my body towards him.

“You really don’t see it, do you?”

“What?” I asked quietly

“You’re stunning. You’re eyes are insanely green and everytime I look into them I melt. Your smile. Oh my God, your smile. I could honestly look at it for days. You’re amazing and you don’t even see how gorgeous you actually are. It’s crazy.”

I took my bottom lip in between the teeth to keep from smiling, but I knew he could completely tell. I couldn’t believe he had said any of those things about me, it’s insane. He took my face in between his large hands swiping his thumbs across my cheeks before pulling me closer. He pressed his forehead to mine, smiling.

“And when you blush”

I, for once lifted my head up so that his lips would touch mine. I could feel the smile still place on his lips as he started moving his lips in sync with mine. Surprising myself I slowly took his lip between my teeth tugging on in gently causing his mouth to part. Taking full advantage of the opportunity I slid my tongue into his mouth. I felt my entire body heat up the instant I felt the warmth of his tongue against mine.

I swear his tongue was the warmest thing I’ve felt in my entire life. My body melted against his as his arms wrapped around my body holding me tightly. I love it, I loved this feeling. I love being so close to him. After all theses years. I just, ah. He’s just perfect.

Much before I’d like he pulled away, still keep his hand on to my waist. “If we don’t stop. I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

I looked down as a blush crept on to my face, yet again. This boy.

“Come on. You wanna watch a movie or something?” he asked realising my hips to intertwine his fingers with mine. I nodded as he pulled me into my room behind him. I had my glasses in my hand though I didn’t really want to put them back on. But I knew I wanted to be able to see the movie I’d have to put them on at some time.

I crawled into bed, Zayn cautiously crawling in behind me. I slid under the blankets. Zayn of course, stayed above them.

“What’d you want to watch?” Zayn asked grabbing the remote, handing it to me.

“Oh, You can pick. I don’t care either way.” I replied refusing to take it from him.

“Oh okay.” he said turning back to the tv.

“I’ll just, um. I’ll be right back.” I said attempting to slide out from under his arm. Though he didn’t let up.

“ Are you going to put makeup on?”

“ No. I just need to get my contacts.”

“Why?”

“So that I can see?” It came out more of a question intended but , I mean really? Why else would I be getting contacts.

“No duh. I meant why would you go get your contacts when you have your glasses right there?” he asked, motioning to my glasses that were on the table beside my bed.

“Uhh, cause I don’t like the way I look with them.”

“I’m sure you look adorable.”

I shook my head not wanting to wear them. I attempted to crawl off the bed but Zayn large hands gripping onto my hips, stopping me. “Zayn.” I almost whined.

“Nope. You’re going to wear them.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

He laughed at my child like behavior. “Too bad.” He smirked, reaching over me to grab them. “Here.”

“Nnn nn.” I shook my head like a four year old refusing to eat their broccoli.

“Em.”

“Zayn.”

“Put them on.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Now.”

I huffed, grabbing them from his hand. I slid them on my face looking away so he couldn’t see.

“Don’t be such a noob!” he laughed grabbing my face to turn it his way. “You look beautiful.” he smiled, kissing my lips softly. I couldn’t help but blush, but then again when didn’t I blush around him? I really needed to control it. I rolled my eyes, taking my place back snuggled against him. I loved the way his arm would tighten just so that we were closer.

I was almost completely asleep when my door flew open.

Who the hell was here? and why didn’t they knock?

“Harry?” Zayn asked lazily. I guess he had fallen asleep too. What the fuck was Harry doing in my house?

“Hey. So I know you two are all comfortable and shit, but Shiloh’s going to be up in about two point five seconds and she’s absolutely going to flip a bitch and we all know you don’t want witness, or deal with that.”

I swear, I’ve probably never moved so fast in my life.

She’s probably going to kill us. Or torture us and then kill us. Or a slow painful torturous death.

Oh Lord, help me.

Notes

Ah. So I know this isn't that great but my laptops about to die in like five minutes, so I'm speed typing this before it dies on. I wasn't able to edit it, so I'm sorry for any errors or mistakes.


But I also want to dedicate this chapter to @celeste
Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it.

Love you all! xx