I had a secret. A HUGE secret. Of course, I was nervous to tell the world. It
was a life changing secret. I didn't know how to tell Zayn. Would he be mad a
me? Would he be happy? Would he just not care? I don't know, and I won't know,
until I tell him.
"Babe," I heard in my ear as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, "do you
want to wear our His & Her shirts today?" I spun around to see Zayn smiling back
at me. He knew those shirts always cheered me up. He could also tell that, for
the last few days, something was up with me. He knew I was hiding something.
"Wait, aren't we going in public today? There will be paparazzi everywhere," I
replied. We hadn't come out to the public as a couple, which made this little
secret even harder to tell him. "That's what I wanted to tell you," he began,
kissing my forehead, "I don't want to hide us any more, I want to come out as a
couple." I stared back in shock. He was always worried about me getting hate
like Dani and El STILL get. "This last year, I've watched you and seen how
you've become such a strong person, I think you can handle it, and I want to
show you off to everyone, make all the guys jealous," he glanced at me with this
gorgeous brown eyes. I had no words, this is what I've always wanted. To show
Zayn off to the whole universe, that he was mine. My excitedness over took me. I
threw myself at him, kissing him all the way to our couch.
I pushed him down and ripped my shirt off. I went back to kissing him some more.
"Whats gotten into you?" Zayn asked with a wink. I didn't reply, I just went
back to exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue. He moved his hands
from my waist, I was straddling him, to my bra. He had no struggle undoing the
clasp. We did this a lot. I pulled him forward so I could take his red plaid
overshirt off. Then I removed his t shirt. I felt my way up his abs as I kissed
his neck. He let out a small moan, which meant he was enjoying himself. Zayn
worked to undo the button of my shorts as I undid his. At the same time, our
pants hit the floor. Zayn tossed me to the opposite end of the couch. Now he was
on top of me, kissing his way towards my pussy. His growing dick poked out of
his boxers. I watched that as he pulled my panties off with his teeth. "Zayn," I
breathed as he continued to eat me out. Just as I was about to finish, he kissed
his way back up to my neck and it was my turn. We both sat up and I drug my
hands down to his cock. It throbbed in my hands, I lightly shoved him back and
took him into my mouth. I sucked him until I felt the usually three pulses of
his dick. This meant he was about to cum. I stopped and sat on top of him,
taking the pain of his large dick inside me. I bounced up and down, screaming
his name which got him off quicker. Before I knew it, my ending was dripping
down his dick just as his cum filled me.
Minutes later, as I was putting on my clothes, Zayn disappeared. "Zaynnnnn," I
called out, roaming our apartment. I found myself in our bedroom. Zayn stood in
the center. Candles surrounded him and the words 'I love you' were spelled out
on the wall in chalk. Yes, we'd painted our bedroom with chalkboard paint so we
could write all over it. Before, it'd been filled with Zayn's art, but now, all
that was gone. The only things written were 'I love you'. "Zayn, what is all
this?" I questioned, smiling. The secret still weighing heavily on my mind.
"This last year has shown to me what true love is, so, I wanted to ask," he got
on one knee, "will you marry me?" My jaw dropped. "Yes, yes, yes," I squealed,
jumping into his arms. Then I remembered. "Zayn," I said, my happy expression
falling, " I need to tell you something before you give me that ring." He looked
nervous, "What is it love?" I swallowed hard. My secret was about to come out.
One Year Later:
I sat in the car, the radio blaring the boys new song. "And that was One
Direction's new hit 'Stand Up'" the radio host said, "and in other news,
yesterday, the groups own Zayn Malik wed his girlfriend of two years just after
the two had welcomed their first child, a son named Liam." "Hear that babe, our
wedding was on the radio," Zayn looked at me and smiled. He was driving us to
the airport. We were heading on our honeymoon in the Bahamas. Our son was back
at home with mine and Zayn's mum. "Aren't you glad I didn't keep our son a
secret for long?" I smirked, that was the big secret, I had been pregnant. Zayn,
of course, took it extremely well. Now look at us, we were on our way to the
rest of our lives.