Agita and Zayn
I was having breakfast in my mother’s apartment when my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen to see the text my boyfriend had send me.
From: Zayn xx
Text: I’ll be waiting for you at our place in an hour. It’s our special day, babe ;) xx
That text send me to Heaven. This boy still had the same effect on me… A year had passed and he could still drive me crazy by some stupid text message.
I got up from the table with a quick movement, rushing up to my room. I had an hour to get ready and to actually look breathtaking when my boy sees me.
I did some digging around my closet to find an eligible outfit. I decided on my skinny jeans and a top with the British flag on it. I implied a minimal amount of make-up and curled my hair, letting it to fall perfectly on my shoulders.
I looked into the mirror and a tiny smile appeared on my face. I was nervous… I knew he liked me the way I am; I knew he loved every little thing about me but still … for a boy like that I had to look perfect.
I still couldn’t believe my luck when he followed me on Twitter… It all started just like that – a follow. I was your typical directioner who adored the tanned, muscular boy and now I was his everything. I smiled at the gone times and looked at the clock - just the time for me to leave. I grabbed my purse and rushed out of the door to meet my one and only.
An hour later I was getting close to the place where Zayn had first kissed me. It was our special place ever since. It was located in a park near his previous apartment but it was distanced and unseen from people’s curious looks. Not that they were interested in two kids in love but the place was quiet and it had that calming effect on me that I craved for.
Zayn had carved our names in a tree near it months ago and I loved going there even without him. It helped me forget about my problems and just sink in the lovable memories this boy had given me … and he still was, every day, every hour, every second.
I was foots away from the place when I saw a path of roses on the ground, leading me to a … blanket. Yes, a blanket - a picnic blanket. I let out a laugh of the thought of Zayn doing this for me. There were baskets on it and my guess was they were full of food. There was a rose lying on the blanket but no sight of my boy. I looked around but he was nowhere to be seen.
Just when I reached for my phone in my skinny jeans’ pocket, I felt a hand covering my eyes. I touched his hand gently and removed it from my face, linking our fingers together but not facing him.
‘’Happy anniversary, Agita’’ he said in his thick accent behind me.
I turned around to face him and let out a giggle. Our eyes met and I felt the sparks between us.
Then in the next moment I felt his lips covering mine. I kissed him back gently, over and over, moving my lips in harmony with his. I put my arms around his neck and buried my hands in his hair. He grabbed my waist and pushed me closer, kissing me roughly and strongly now. His sweet breath spread through me like fresh euphoria.
‘’I love you, Zayn’’ I murmured against his lips and shortened the distance between us once again, craving for his kisses, molding my body against his in an eternity of passion.