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Cesaria walked out of her bathroom after finishing her makeup, a determined look on her face. There, in her room, on the bed, were a pair of jeans. A pair of jeans -- her only pair -- in which she loved dearly. Most of the time she wore leggings or stretch pants that looked awfully a lot like jeans and maybe the occasional skirt or dress.
Jeans were not her thing at all.
"Okay, jeans," Sari put her hands on her hips and eyed the jeans, "goodness," she grabbed the pants and put her right leg in first, following with her left. They even fit over her hips and her ass, but her stomach was in the way yet again.
"What the--" she tried buttoning it but literally there was three inches left until they fit. This meant she gained weight, because a few weeks ago they fit perfectly with no struggle.
She almost cried at this revelation.
But she needed this to work out because they went with her outfit for the day.
Sari did everything, from jumping to stretching her legs to sucking in her stomach so far one could spot her liver. Nothing worked, and she was left breathless on the bed with an open pair of jeans and a crop top on.
"Sari?" A knock sounded on her door and that could only be Zayn. They had a date tonight and she was feeling great about it until this. She was about to go eat again, of all things.
She groaned and got up, walking to her door and opening it for him. "Hey."
"Why are you sweating?" he wiped her forehead and gave a sly smile, "ay, if you were fucking you coulda just said something, baby."
"No, these pants, man," she stomped her foot and walked back to her room, "they don't fit at the moment."
"Aw really? I like these pants."
"You do? Same," she agreed and sat on the bed again, "okay, one more time."
"Damn," Zayn muttered as Sari began the cycle again, her flesh squeezing in the denim and her chest moving along with it. She ceased her movements with one big breath because it felt kinda hot in here.
"That's a dub," she said breathlessly, "back to leggings, I guess."
Zayn was quiet as Sari just took her pants off and switched to a newer pair of leggings with a cute pocket. She never knew those existed but she had a few pair now. Sari noticed when Zayn hummed or moved a bit behind her and she was self conscious of the fact she didn't think before undressing in front of him. She was red in the face knowing he was probably watching her.
"You're very beautiful, Sari."
She was about to reply with a witty comeback but when she turned around Zayn wasn't grinning like usual. His expression was blank and a hand was holding his face as he stared at her.
She didn't really know what to say. "Um, thank you, Zayn."
"It's nothing, yeah?" he stood up and walked towards the door, "are you ready?"
"Yeah."
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"I'm so scared," she giggled when their food was set on the table. They decided to try a new place, one with sushi. Neither of them had tried it before -- because who really voluntarily ate raw fish? -- and a third date was really the time, probably.
Zayn sort of grimaced. "Thank you, sir."
"Enjoy," the Japanese man farewelled with a smile before leaving.
"Not on my life," Sari muttered, poking her food with a chopstick, "I feel like this shit should still be swimming in that pond over there."
He grinned at her. "This is ridiculous. How do you kill something and then not cook it? Who comes up with that?"
"A waste." She picked up a small pice of sushi and held it between the chopsticks, "poor baby."
"I got a sauce to put in mine."
"Same. On three?"
Zayn used chopsticks to pick his sushi up. "One.."
"Two..."
"Three."
Both of them ate the sushi and Sari didn't really taste anything at first, until...until the meat was squishy and the sweet yet savory sauce that was on the raw fish kicked in. It made the sushi taste pretty okay but without it, it would probably be disgusting.
Zayn looked at the fish still on his chopstick with a blank expression. "Tastes...like raw fish."
"Basically," Sari agreed, "but like, the sauce is cool or whatever."
"Sushi was a once in a lifetime experience," Zayn grimaced finally and it was the most adorable thing, "and this was it."
"Can they cook this just a little more?" she wondered.
"Well, baby, it wouldn't be sushi then, would it?"
"Shut up."
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Zayn pulled up to the apartment complex and cut the engine off.
"You want my leftovers?"
"Hell no," she got out the car and so did he, following suit up the two flights of stairs and to her door, "let's not do sushi again."
"Yeah, I think I gotta shit," he made a face and rubbed his stomach. Sari rolled her brown eyes and leaned against the wall as they talked.
"Zayn, too personal for me, thanks."
"Just telling it like it is, babe," he shrugged. Sari really wanted to kiss him, and it was weird because he wasn't making any moves to do so.
"I mean, you always do," she giggled, crossing her ankles. Zayn held her hands in his and looked down at her clothes.
"Crop tops look great on you," he complimented truthfully, "pretty ya know, sexyyyyy."
"Thank you," she blushed, subconsciously stepping closer to him. She touched his beard, feeling how thick yet soft it was. "How your beard grows so fast I will never know. It's been a day."
"It's in my blood, literally," Zayn wrapped his arms around her waist and their foreheads touched, "Ms. Conrad?"
"Yes, Mr. Malik?"
"You will make me a happy brown man if you were to kiss me," he breathed, "and I'm so glad the sushi people gave us mints after the meal because I wouldn't want it any other way."
Sari hummed, her arms snaking around his neck. She was only a few inches shorter than him. "I'm glad, too."
"You had a good time?"
"Yeah," she was so weak in the knees from his voice and she really wanted him to hurry up with the questions so she could kiss him. Ugh. "It was fun roasting the waiters and shit."
"And shit," he kissed her nose and rocked them side to side. She played along, kissing his nose back. They kissed a lot of places on each other's face -- because Zayn played too much -- before their lips touched.
And when they did, she didn't want it to stop. Because really, she thought his slightly chapped lips would be a little rough -- although that wasn't a bad thing -- but they were so so soft. His mustache tickled her a little and she pulled at the nape of his neck as she deepened the kiss. His own hand gently pinched and held her muffin top because "I love me a woman I can hold on to."
Zayn's lips chased Sari's when they pulled away. Maybe three more times. Seven.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Zayn pulled away and she really wanted to kiss him again.
Sari nodded, not trusting her voice in the slightest. She knew it would sound like somebody's mouse friend.
"Okay," his smile was big, like the happiest man in the world big. He almost tripped over his own feet and she resisted the urge to giggle. "Pretend you didn't see that."
"See what?"
He cut his eye at her. "I knew there was a valid reason why I liked you, Conrad."
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babiesssssss
my main reason why I don't like jeans is this chapters. prolly one of the most relatable things I've ever written in my life
anyway, I rlly loved this chapter and I hope you did too❤️