January. // z.m. au

Chapter 26

Mr. Polite | The Jungle Giants

One week. One week had passed since Zayn and I became a "thing", or at least that's what I liked to call it. Now, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't weird, because in all honesty it was. Being in a relationship (God, it still didn't feel real to me) wasn't something I was used to, especially since I hadn't been in one in a long time. I felt like I was doing everything wrong; was I holding his hand enough? Should I kiss him now or later? Did I have to ask to hold him or was I supposed to just do it?

You see, I was a grade-A amateur when it came to boyfriends. Having only been in one serious, I guess, relationship, I wasn't really used to anything or anyone else besides my previous boyfriend. And so to say that I was scared was an understatement. I was most definitely, ninety-nine point nine percent scared. I didn't want to mess it all up. I wanted Zayn and I to last for as long as possible.

Wow, we were only a week into being official and I was already thinking ahead.

Way to go, January. Way to go.

But it didn't matter because I had a feeling that Zayn felt the same way. He just had this look in his eyes whenever he was around me that had me buckling at the knees and my heart nearly jumping straight out of my chest. I felt lucky in a way to have him. I was lucky that he felt the same way about me just as much as I did about him.

And right now I was stood outside of his flat (I was beginning to wonder why I hadn't been here before) waiting for him to answer the door. It was a little dreary outside, the sky a sad gray color and a drizzle of rain falling from the clouds. But once the door was opening and I was standing before a shirtless, tattooed Zayn (was that really necessary?) it felt like the world got a bit brighter and a lot less mopey. It was like he was his own source of sunlight and he just happened to light up my world.

"Hey," he smiled at me. I shyly smiled back, following him inside.

His house was cozy, to say in the least bit. It wasn't big but it wasn't small either. In fact, it was just right for him. He was a relaxed, chill kind of guy, so it reflected him perfectly.

When I looked around the room, I noticed different pieces of art displayed on the walls and pictures of him and his family scattered throughout. It brought a nice touch to the room. And it all made sense since he was an "artist" and all.

"So," I spoke up once I was finished admiring the place. It still perplexed me how we never even thought about coming to his place instead of always being at mine. I guess when you're this caught up in a person you don't really think about that kind of stuff. "What's the plan for today?"

I'm not sure how I managed not to stare at his uncovered torso, but I hadn't and I was pretty proud about that for some reason. I knew if I did I'd just embarrass myself and I wasn't really in the mood for embarrassment right now.

"Um," he scratched the side of his head. "Well I thought we could go out somewhere, but the weather's pretty shitty so I don't think that would be a great idea, right?"

"Right," I chuckled, removing my purse from my shoulder and setting it down next to me as I sat on the sofa. "I don't mind," I shrugged just as Zayn took a seat next to me.

"We could order Chinese and watch crappy TV movies," he suggested with a playful smile on his face. He could suggest anything and I'd still go along with it.

It was sad, really.

"Sounds like a plan," I grinned, eyes trailing from his down to the lips tattoo on his chest. Dammit. I had the sudden urge to see if my lips would match the art on his skin. "But, um," I said, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers. "Would you mind putting on a shirt, first?"