One Direction Series (Extra Material)

Cuddle With Me - Mila

Connected to Misconceptions. Just a Zila moment.

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Cuddle With Me - Mila

I was so buried in my sheets that I didn’t notice the moment he walked in my room until I felt his weight on my bed next to me. “You okay, babe?” His accent so thick and characteristic made impossible to confuse him for another person, beside, my whole body knew it was him when his hand stroked my head softly.

I groan as an answer.

“I’ll take that as a no. Moni said you were feeling poorly when I called,” he carried on and soon I felt his body pressed against mine, the covers of my bed the only barrier between us. “She just told me it’s a lady issue, so I assume you’re like Alex in that matter, right?”

I turned around to face him find his beautiful and so breath-taking brown eyes looking at me with concern. “Alex is nothing compared to me when I’m in this time of the month, Zayn. I’m an one in two million case, my doctor said it.” I explained him really low and his concern grew.

Yes, I was in my period and it was worse than Alex’s. My doctor had actually told me to not go out when I was in this stage because my pills were too strong and I could end up in some sort of accident. This month was even worse, I just wanted to die and forget about everything, I’d even missed classes in Uni and Moni tried to help, but she couldn’t be here all the time.

“I’m so sorry,” he told me wrapping his arm around me but it was rather uncomfortable when he was still over the cover of my bed.

“Get inside,” I instructed and he nodded, taking off his shoes and jacket before joining me in bed, only then I cuddled tightly next to him, my arms around his skinny body and my face against his chest. Zayn wrapped his arms around me as well bringing me even closer and kissed the top of my head.

“I’m with you today, the whole day. I cancelled all plans and appointments and I’ll stay here with you. Okay?” He told me and I nodded though I felt guilty. I didn’t like to know he was jeopardising his job for staying with me. “Don’ worry, I had nothing really important to do today. I can go tomorrow,” he added knowing where my thoughts were heading. “Plus, you’re my first priority.”

I looked up to meet his eyes and his were shining with deep emotions. Knowing I could barely move, he leaning in until our lips met in a softly and tender kiss. “Thank you,” I said softly still brushing his lips. “By the way, babe, you need to eat more,” I added touching his torso and feeling his ribs.

I always got worried because he was so skinny and every time I hugged him I could feel it. “I eat!” He protested. “It’s stress, you know,” he carried off and I nodded, but I still looked at him worried.

I hated that his job was so demanding and it was draining him like that, for which this day away from everything and everyone would also help him. “Once this is over, I’ll cook you something with a lot of calories. Okay?” I promised and he chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

“You need something?” He asked me later. “Tea, a book, Lizzie?” I chuckled at how well he knew me.

“For now I just need you to stay here and cuddle with me, okay? That’s all I need,” I replied and he hugged me tighter but carefully, his hands running up and down at my back while our legs were tangled together.

“And I’ll stay with you, but may I get more comfortable?” He asked me and I nodded, but I didn’t move an inch. “I need to move for that, Mila,” he added and I blushed a little bit, but didn’t move.

“Nope,” I said in a very childish way and he laughed in that adorable way I loved so much, with the tip of his tongue between his teeth and his eyes laughing as well.

“How am I supposed to take off my trousers if you don’t let me go?” He questioned and I looked at him raising my left eyebrow.

Without further word, I slid away so he could stand up and do what he had to do. Laughing, Zayn got off the bed and took off his trousers and hoodie, staying only in his tee and boxers. I wasn’t sure, but maybe I was drooling a little bit. Of what I was sure was that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

“Like what you see?” He asked very cockily and I chuckled.

“Very much,” I replied inviting him to join me again.

“Let me go for tea first. I bet that would make you feel better,” he trailed off and I sighed nodding.

Soon, Zayn was back with two mugs with steamy tea and handed me one before joining me in the bed again. I cuddled against his body immediately. I felt terrible, everything hurt and I just wanted to die, but when he was next to me holding me so tightly, I could bear any pain.

We watched a movie but he fell asleep at the middle of the film. Soon, I joined him because he looked so relaxed and beautiful while sleeping I just had to. I trusted him enough to just sleep with him in a bed, to let my guard low and fall asleep in his arms. For me, sleeping with a person –really sleeping– was more intimate than having sex or anything else. To do that, you really needed to trust the other person because in your sleep is when you are the most vulnerable. I trusted Zayn that much again.

Regain my trust hadn’t been an easy task for Zayn and we worked together on that, but I could finally said that things were fine between us. I trusted him, I loved him even more and he gave me everything I needed. He wasn’t afraid of trying new things, he never judged me and accepted me the way I was, he gave me space to open my wings and fly on my own and he challenged me intellectually. Since we got together, he wasn’t just part of this world. He liked to find out new things, to really know what was happening in the world and then discuss those matters with me. When we was aboard in another country, he wasn’t just another tourist, he saw the things that were happening there and tried to do something about it. We both were learning with every day in our relationship and I couldn’t be prouder of him.

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“What time do Moni and Ed get here?” He asked me with one of my books in his hands while I was still cuddling next to him.

I looked over at the clock on the wall to make sure. “Like twenty minutes,” I replied.

“Good, so I don’t have to put my trousers on yet,” he commented and I giggled hugging him tightly. “How are you feeling?” He asked me then and I smiled.

“A bit better,” I answered honestly. “Do you like the book so far?”

I had lent him The Immortal Rules, one of the books I loved very much, and I was waiting for his answer. I loved to lend him a book and hear his opinion later, and every time he loved the books as well I felt so happy that we could have something else to talk about. I loved finding new things we could have in common.

“It’s amazing! I’ll take it with me to finish it later, just so you know,” he answered excitedly and my smile was ginormous. “Though it’s not as good as yours,” he added a few seconds later and I giggled.

“Mine hasn’t been published yet and you haven’t read it,” I reminded him and he stuck his tongue out at me.

The only ones that had read the draft of my first book were Moni and Terry –my editor and agent–, and we were just waiting for a date to release the book to the world. I was dead nervous already.

“But I know you and your talent, I’m sure it’s gonna be a total success and it will be all because of you, ‘cos you’re absolutely incredible!”

I kissed him softly still smiling. It was always reassuring and lovely how much he trusted in me and my writing skills. I thought he was my number one fan, or at least, he was the most enthusiast about it.

“You silly bad boy,” I told him and he chuckled. “I love you, you know that, right?” I added and he looked at me with ever so many emotions in his eyes.

“As much as I love you,” was his answer and he leaned down to kiss my lips again. “Very, very, very, very much.”