"You Homophobic Prick"

26.

*Niall's POV*

I walked out of my meeting place and I saw Zayn's car and I ran to it because it was so cold.

"Thank you." I said when I got in the car hugging him.

"Of course." He said and kissed my forehead.

I blushed because I'll never get over that. "I cooked for us." He said.

"Really what?" I asked him.

"It's called Chicken Biryani." He said.

"Ohhh it's something specifically related to your culture." I asked him and he nodded.

"Oh I can't wait to try it." I said and he smiled.

"How was your meeting?" He asked me.

"Good, they're having a protest soon but I don't think I'll be joining them. I'll write about it though." I said.

"That's very resilient of you guys because it's dead winter and you guys are actually going to protest. That's really something special." He said.

"That's what they said." I said smiling.

We drove in silence and when we got to the apartment we got on the elevator and I interlocked our hands just to be safe.

"How are your hands so cold." He said.

"Cold hands warm heart." I said and the elevator went up all the way to Zayn's floor without stopping once.

"I think it's that we hold hands." I said.

"Of course that's what you want to believe." He said rolling his eyes and I laughed.

"Next time we won't and watch we get stuck." I said.

"I'd like to put a bet on that. 20 pounds." He said.

"Alright, next time we'll see." I said and we went into his and the smell had already hugged my nose as soon as we went in.

"It smells so good." I said smiling.

We went over to the sink washing our hands and Zayn made me a plate and made his and we sat at his dining room table. He closed his eyes saying grace and then when he opened them we began eating.

I took my first bit and I savored it closing my eyes.

"Fuck." I said opening them and Zayn laughed.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked him.

"Could you always cook like this? Like always?" I asked him.

"We're still learning more about each other." He said.

"And by the looks of it, we are actually going to get married and cook me food every night." I said.

"You just eat out too much. It's good but it's a easy meal." He said.

"Okay so you would have no problem cooking for me every night then. If I knew you knew how to cook this good I would have just been buying you ingredients instead of going out all the time." I said and he laughed.

"I cook when I feel like it." He said and I continued to eat.

"When I say so, when you feel like it. Eventually those two are going to be the same thing if I can help it." I said.

He laughed and we just continued to eat. I smiled finishing off my food and putting the plate in the sink.

He finished up and got up and did the same. It he began washing the dishes.