BEFORE THE STORY:
I met Ed Sheeran tonight, Snow Patrol was freaking amazing too.
Okay so on Ed because he was the main reason I was there (not to seem rude)...
He was the sweetest guy ever, I freaking don't regret a moment of that.
He hugged me and he smells like love.
And he was in this red hoodie, ALFJSJHRBSHH.
He sang Give Me Love, Wayfaring Stranger, The A Team, and You Need Me.
During Give Me Love I anxiously waited for the part he went: LOVE MEHHHH but he never did.
He signed my CD too and he was all around sweet, best day ever.
Except the amount of homeless people in Toronto made me cry.
This one lady looked so frail and she had her dog in a shopping trolley, I cried because I had no money left to give her.
Overall a great day, Snow Patrol had some TRIPPY shit going on with these strobe lights and the background, well worth my time and money.
Aaaaand I had McDonald's for dinner.
Thanks for reading my fangirling experience.
(I'm writing this as we drive home from Massey Hall, by the way baby's. It's like 11:22... Yikes I have school.)
Okay story time:
Previously on Let Me Love You:
"Stop and savor this moment," I mutter into her hair.
I don't mind if she doesn't-
But I sure as hell will.
I nudge Zayn, who has fallen back asleep.
Its about ten now, and he won't get up.
I sigh as I tear off the blanket and find some clothes to quickly change into, feeling rather self conscious about how bare I am.
I pad off to the kitchen, yawning, and open the fridge.
I grab two eggs, and some toast, placing them onto the counter before making some coffee.
Personally, I'm much more of a tea or frozen coffee person, but Zayn does enjoy a good cup of joe.
As it brews, I crack the eggs and scramble them into a bowl, then get up the frying pan.
As I pour the egg batter in, a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.
"Why're you cooking?" He inquires.
"Because I'm hungry," I smile as he kisses my head quickly.
"I feel bad for making you do all this," He lets go and leaps up onto the counter and watches me as I cook.
He's in his plaid boxers and his hairs slightly tousled, and his heads cocked to one side as he observes me.
"Well I don't feel an ounce of guilt at all," I smile and he laughs carelessly.
As the eggs solidify and begin to actually look like scrambled eggs (not orange juice, as they did when they were raw), I place two slices of bread into the toaster.
"You made coffee too?" He exclaims and I nod.
"I'm just amazing," I say back and he nods.
"That you are." He agrees. "Where are the plates?"
"In the cupboard behind your head," I point towards it, and he slides down.
He opens it and takes two dishes out, then scouts around for some forks.
As he does that, the coffee finishes, and so does the eggs and the toast.
I place them on a larger plate and carry them over, skillfully balancing the pot of coffee in my hands.
"Holy," He says as I juggle the food towards him.
I laugh lightly and pour him some coffee, watching the steam rise.
He inhales it and let's out a little moan. "Why does this smell so good?"
"I dunno," I smirk and place a forkful of eggs into my mouth.
He does the same and we begin talking about random things, like what we've done those past few months, about the music video.
We finish at exactly 11, and after he helps me with the dishes, I usher him off to change and make the bed while I go get Elias.
"Hey guys," I smile when the boys open the door for me after sprinting down the stairs.
"Hey Jess, have a good night?" Harry winks and I laugh.
"Maybe," I tease and he high-five's Louis.
"Niall and Elias are still asleep," Liam calls to me from where he's perched, busy typing on his phone.
My eyes flicker to where Niall's wrapped around Elias, both sleeping peacefully.
I almost feel bad for waking them up, but the boys have a job to get done today.
"Wake up," I shake Niall's shoulder gently and he stirs.
"Stop," He mumbles, his voice getting muffled because his mouths being covered by the pillow.
"Look Niall, it's Michael Bublé giving Justin Bieber a piggy-back ride!" I whisper into his ears and his eyes flick open, nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Where?" He shoots up.
I laugh and pick Elias up.
He's still sleeping, and as I place him against my chest, he cuddles in to it.
"You've got less than an hour until your video needs to be shot!" I say and Niall nods, yawning and standing up.
He walks off to the washroom, and Zayn saunters in.
|Zayn Malik||as himself|