I’m sorry if this is weird, I thought it was kind of cute, but I don’t know…
Zayn remembered the first time he met you as if it was that very night. He got nostalgic over that day a lot when he watched you sleep. He had gotten on after you. You had fallen asleep on the tube on the way back home. It was late. There were few people awake and about this hour. Even fewer on the train. He noticed there was a guy or two watching you with a look that he didn’t like at all. He tried waking you. You grumbled five more minutes, and that you were awake. So at the next stop he scooped you up into his arms and carried you to his flat. He knew you would recognize him because you were wearing a sweatshirt that said ‘1D AF’ across it. He thought about how insane he’d be if one of his sisters had fallen asleep on the train and someone else got a hold of her.
So Zayn carried you. Your skin was warm and clammy and he had a good mind to take you to the hospital. Because he thought your skin was going to melt. But he was being selfish that night and he just wanted to go home without drama. You were sleepy…you moaned a bunch about how you didn’t feel well and he shushed you. “You can sleep, darling,” he said gently to your slurred words. He pulled your sweatshirt off. You were left in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He really wanted to take your jeans off, but he knew how uncomfortable that would make you.
So obviously he didn’t.
Instead he put a cold cloth on your forehead and asked you to hold it together to change into a pair of his shorts. You put the shorts on backwards, but overall it was a win. He fed you cold medicine and made sure you weren’t overheated as you slept. When your fever seemed to stabilize he felt comfortable enough to leave you in his bed and sleep on the couch.
He checked on you every hour or so feeling your forehead and making sure you weren’t dehydrated. He pulled one blanket off you and he covered you with just the sheet. You were beautiful when you slept. Even sick, you were gorgeous. Your hair was long and swirled around your head against his pillow reminding him of the sweetest ocean waves that curled like the imaginary ones seen in cartoons. He thought you were Sleeping Beauty.
He made the blinds close lower and he let you sleep for a long while. He slept on the couch. Then in the morning he checked on you again to find you still asleep. He woke you–he didn’t want your brain to have melted from the fever you had. Your eyes fluttered open. Once you gathered your bearings you noticed this was not your apartment. And Zayn Malik was in your vision. This had to be a joke.
“Is this a dream?” You asked. He chuckled.
You blushed and looked at the bed shyly. “Then I’m dead. Because Zayn Malik is looking at me and I just woke up and I have drool and snot all over my face,” you said. “So this is heaven or a dream.”
He laughed a bit more. “Neither, love,” he said. “And you’re doing well on snot, I may have to charge you for the drool on my pillow,” he joked as you blushed. He helped you sit up so you could have some fluids enter your system.
He spent the day convincing you to stay another night so he could keep an eye on you while you weren’t feeling well. You watched superhero movies, talked well into the night on a cough syrup high, and ordered pizza. Zayn never wanted you to leave. He wanted to know more about you. Wanted to know everything.
You were amazed he kept talking. Zayn was given the mysterious title–but after an entire of day of talking to him, you didn’t know how you could possibly think that. He seemed like an open book. There was so much you didn’t know but so much you could see. You felt blessed that Zayn opened up to you. You figured he didn’t do that with a lot of people.
“I uh…I don’t talk to a lot of people like I talk to you,” he said quietly and looked at the couch cushion that separated the two of you.
You smiled gently. “Your secret’s safe with me,” you promised and squeezed his hand. He grinned weakly and bit his lip a bit unsure. But after a month of talking to you, the paparazzi didn’t know you two were dating, none of his secrets had been spilled to the tabloids, and you had proven yourself more than trustworthy. He was amazed he found such a beautiful and sweet girl. There weren’t enough of you on the planet and he was so happy he literally found you.
Five months later, you were sleeping on the train again. But this time you were sleeping against his shoulder. He smiled as he looked down at you and he scooped you into his lap. You curled up a bit and made it easier for him to carry you. You used to protest, but now you just accepted it.
“Thank you,” you whispered to him as he held you.
“For what, bird?” He asked.
“Thank you for taking me off the train that day,” you said thankfully.
“I didn’t know you were missing a piece of heaven,” he chuckled. You smiled against his neck and pecked a line of kisses along his jaw.
“Really Zaynie,” you whispered and lightly stroked his cheek. “You know what might have happened,” you trailed off. “You saved me that day…every day.” He didn’t like to think about it too, too much or he started going insane. He didn’t want you to take the train alone, ever. Especially at night.
You sleepily sighed and he squeezed you to him. When you got to the appropriate stop he lifted you up and pulled you close to his chest carrying you back to his apartment. “Zayn,” you said softly as he laid you down on his bed. You took your shirt off and he smiled dreamily at you as you blushed before he pulled one of his T-shirts over your head.
“Yes, bird?” He asked as he pulled your pants down. It wasn’t in a sexual kind of way. It was sweet and you told him from a fangirl perspective, he’s allowed to pull your pants off any time of the day. He laughed at the idea but him being so busy there was still so much you hadn’t gotten around to in your relationship. He regretted it, but you wouldn’t trade a second of your time with him.
You bit your lip. As he sank into bed beside you. It was warm and cuddly and you were so incredibly happy to be with one of the most beautiful people in the world. “I–I’m not really good with words and I don’t know when and if is the right time to say them, but–” He watched you struggle with a smirk.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispered and kissed your forehead. “Go to sleep,” he said softly. Your heart almost popped at the casualness of his words and how simple it was. He loved you. You bit your lip and Zayn’s eyes slipped closed as he held you loosely to him with one hand on your hip as you faced one another. “Go to sleep, baby, you’ll be tired in the morning,” he said gently.
“I need a minute,” you told him. He sighed and rolled his eyes and opened them to look at you.
“Go ahead,” he chuckled. You rolled over on the other side of the bed away from him and kicked your feet and giggled into your pillow and shouted “ZAYN MALIK LOVES ME!” Into the pillow case. Zayn smirked and rolled his eyes at your fangirl performance you rolled back over to him. You smiled shyly at him. “You good now?” He asked. He loved when you did that. You were literally adorable. You never overdid it and you always made him giggle.
“Yes,” you smiled sweetly and pressed your lips over his gently and he chuckled on your mouth. “I love you,” you said softly.
“I love you, too, Sleeping Beauty,” he cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You giggled excitedly and burrowed closer to him. He rolled his eyes again and wrapped you closer to his chest. He kissed the top of your head and sighed. He thought you were silly, but he loved you anyway.
He loved a girl that could sleep as much as him.