CHAPTER 35:

"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you. And you'll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to." ~Little Things, One Direction.

Wednesday, 4th December 2013

ZAYN'S POV

I was waiting in my car right now, nervously drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. I was parked in front of Harry's house, waiting for my sexy cupcake of a boyfriend to finally make an appearance already. I was still a bit worried if my surprise would be enough. I had to rack my brain really hard for it.

I texted him again to get out and finally, he did and like always, he looked adorable and sexy. Bundled up in a white sweater with a long blue coat, black skinnies and a tan beanie, he still looked like a freaking model. Boy, am I lucky.

Harry opened the car door and quickly slid in, sighing in pleasure from the warmth. He smiled at me then, making me feel all warm inside. Cheesy, I know. I smiled back cheekily and leaning forward, planted a light kiss on his cold pink lips.

"Hi," he greeted, his green eyes shining with excitement.

"Hi, love," I hi'd back and started the car. I was taking Harry to a secret spot of mine that I'd stumbled upon some time ago. I was still nervous if my part of the date that I had planned would be enough or not? It won't be too cheesy, will it? Will Harry like it?

"So, almost three months," Harry started, thankfully making me forget about my pessimistic thoughts. The smile that was on my face ever since today got even bigger, and I entwined our fingers between us, squeezing them lightly.

"Yeah, like you had said; the best three months ever."

"Mhmm. So, where are we going?"

"Oh, just a place," I told him vaguely,smirking.

"A place that is...?"

"A surprise."

Harry huffed but didn't say anything, knowing how stubborn I was. I kept sneaking glances of a pouting Harry out the corner of my eye, silently chuckling.

After driving for about half an hour, we reached the place. And thank God I had remembered the directions.

I parked the car in a safe enough place and climbed out, walking over to the back of the car and pulled out the stuff I brought for the date out of the trunk.

"What is this place?" Harry asked warily, scooting closer to me. The place where we were was admittedly a bit spooky, probably because it was a part of the woods.

"The woods."

"Why are we in the w-woods? In the dark?"

"Patience, love. And are you scared?" I teased.

"No!"

"Alright then, let's go. My car can't go that far so we have to walk a bit."

I led Harry by the hand through the bushes and trees, while my other hand held the food.

Thankfully, before Harry could be freaked out further, we started climbing uphill. When I saw the familiar tree, I sighed a bit in relief. I was a bit further from Harry so I turned around and stopped him.

"Close your eyes," I instructed him, and placed my hands on his eyes just in case, leading him to the perfect spot.

~*~ 

HARRY'S POV

"Careful, yeah. Just another step." I think we had finally reached the right place, 'cos Zayn removed his warm hands and told me to open my eyes. I did, and the sight left me with my mouth slightly hung open in awe.

It was beautiful. From where we were standing, you could see the whole city, London at night in all it's twinkling glory. The December wind ruffled by hair and slightly bit at my cheeks; I pulled my coat collar higher.

"Do you like this place?" Zayn asked softly from beside me. I turned to him and nodded fervently.

"It's perfect."

"I come here all the time, to clear my head, or when I have to just get away."

"Oh. Well thanks for bringing me here."

Zayn smirked. "Well, this was not even the half of the suprise."

He took my hand and led me to the spot under an old tree, where he'd laid a blanket for us to sit on. I sat down beside Zayn and placed my head in his lap.

The atmosphere was blissfully peaceful. No traffic sounds could be heard over here. I closed my eyes and absorbed the silence.

"It's really peaceful here, yeah?" Zayn asked softly, carding his fingers through my curls. "That's why I always come here when I need to think. And besides, no one can interrupt us here," he smirked down at me, then bending his head down, captured my lips in his.

I reached out and hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him even closer, biting his lip as he deepened the kiss. Zayn shifted so he was now straddling me, and we continued to make out under the huge tree.

Quite a while later, we pulled back, eyes twinkling, faces flushed and lips swollen. I leaned in again but Zayn gently stopped me, chuckling lowly.

"Now babe, if we continue, the food that I brought probably would get cold."

I nodded in agreement reluctantly. Zayn pulled out the box he had brought form behind him, and opened it to reveal tacos, among many other things.

"God, I love tacos!" I grinned at Zayn and he smiled back.

"I know, Harry," he ruffled my curls. "Now tell me how they are. I bought them from a low budget take away."

"Oh." They actually looked pretty good. I picked one up and tentatively took a bite. Then my eyes closed in pleasure.

"Good these are so damn good!" I mumbled around a mouthful of my third taco.

"Really?" Zayn asked sceptically and I nodded eagerly.

"Yeah! Man, that take away needs a huge tip!"

Zayn rubbed his neck and laughed sheepishly.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I made those, actually."

"You did?!"

Zayn nodded, biting his lip shyly. "Yeah. I told you they were from a take away, 'cos if you wouldn't have liked them, I'd blame the take away."

I laughed loudly at his reason. God, he is so cute sometimes!

"I am NOT cute!" he huffed. Ooh, must've said that out loud.

"Oh yes you are!" I baby talked him, pinching his cheeks.

"Oi! Bugger off Styles!" Zayn flicked my hands away, laughing.

After we calmed down, we cleaned up all the food and sat in silence, cuddling, enjoying the atmosphere and the scenery. Enjoying each other's presence.

I had my head buried in the crook of Zayn's neck, with an arm around his waist, while he had an arm draped around my shoulders, and of course our hands were always entwined.

~*~

"Okay! Now, I can't wait for your surprise!" Zayn demanded cheekily, when were were walking back down to his warm and toasty car.

"Actually, your surprise is in my room."

"In your room?" Zayn echoed in confusion.

"Yep. In my bedroom, actually," I leaned closer and murmured suggestively, causing his eyes to widen in shock.

"R-really?" he asked, then cleared his throat.

"Mhmm," I nodded, smirking slightly.

~*~

ZAYN'S POV

A surprise? In his bedroom? Damn! What does Curly have up his sleeve? And with that smirk on his face, only one thing comes to mind.

With a sudden spring in my step, I pulled Harry to my car and quickly climbed inside, shoving the key in the ignition. Harry got inside, watching me with amused eyes.

"Why, so excited for your surprise, eh Malik?" He questioned cheekily.

"Yeah!" I nodded, unashamed.

After driving like a maniac, we reached his house and I jumped out of the car before Harry could. He got out at a deliberately slow pace, and throwing me a teasing smirk, walked up the stairs to his apartment.

He pulled out the key and unlocked it, and I entered behind him. We were greeted by Anne who was sitting on the couch, reading.

"Why hello lads! Back so early?"

"My part of the surprise is still left," Harry told his Mum, winking at her.

"Ohhh," she nodded, smiling. "You're going to love Harry's surprise Zayn," she grinned at me and mouth dropped open a tad.

"Uhh, g-good," I stammered out.

Harry had already gotten inside his room and I followed behind, locking it.

"You told Anne about your surprise?"

Harry nodded, frowning a bit. "Of course. I even showed it to her."

My eyes widened a bit more. "W-what? SHOWED HER?"

Harry frowned again, then he seemed to understand something as his eyes got wide, then he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

"Oh Zaynie! You and your dirty mind!" He choked out between laughs. Well, I don't see anything funny here.

I crossed my arms. "Well then, the surprise?" Harry immediately sobered up and glanced at me nervously. Then he walked over and picked up his Dad's old guitar from beside his desk.

He sat down on the bed with his guitar, gesturing me to sit as well, which I did.

"I wrote you a song," he confessed, looking down shyly.

"Y-you did?" Harry was really good at song-writing, he had helped Liam the most when he had written Truly Madly Deeply for Dani. But, the fact that he wrote a song fo me, for only me, made me feel all giddy inside and pulled at my heartstrings.

"Well, actually. It's a song about us."

I nodded, eagerly smiling at him to start. I had never heard Harry sing a song before. Like properly, along with a guitar. He had just sung snippets of songs to me or I'd heard him in the shower. So, to say I was excited would be a slight understatement.

Harry adjusted the strings of his guitar and strummed them with the pick. Music filled the room, and then he added his voice to the mix.

People say we shouldn't be together 

We're too young to know about forever 

But I say they don't know what they talkin' about

Cause this love is only getting stronger 

So I don't wanna wait any longer 

I just wanna tell the world that you're mine boy 

Ohh

They don't know about the things we do 

They don't know about the I love you's 

But I bet you if they only knew 

They will just be jealous of us 

They don't know about the up all night's 

They don't know I've waited all my life 

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby they don't know about us

Harry kept his eyes locked with mine all the while he was singing. Every lyric he sung touched me, it described our relationship perfectly. And his voice... oh God. Where do I even begin? It was perfect, husky, sweet and just... perfect.

He smiled at me lightly and continued the next verse.

They don't know how special you are 

They don't know what you've done to my heart 

They can say anything they want 

Cause they don't know about us

I bit my lip as the emotions I was feeling hit me like a wave. He's right, they don't know how much he means to me either. My parents, they'll never understand. The people who judge us, they'll never understand how much Harry means to me.

They don't know what we do best

That's between me and you our little secret

But I wanna tell em 

I wanna tell the world that you're mine boy

"I told the world that you're mine," I spoke to him when he finished, my eyes a bit glassy.

"I got that from you actally, the last bit. You told me that, when we had made up in the closet."

I chuckled, remembering. "That closet is really special for us, isn't it?"

"Harry nodded, smiling cutely. "Yeah, 'cos we agreed to come out of the closet in there."

"That song was beautiful baby, perfect," I told Harry fervently, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Glad you liked it," he murmured into my hair.

"I freaking loved it. It's going to be our song. Not any other song, but this one."

"What about The Way You Look Tonight?" Harry asked cheekily.

I rolled my eyes, still smiling. "That comes as a close second, I guess."

"OH!" I suddenly shot up from the bed.

"What?" Harry demanded, worried.

"I just remembered. I left my bag in your room right? The one I brought the last time?"

"Yeah, I think so." Harry got up to check and thankfully returned with it. I zipped open my bag and pulled out my sketch book.

Harry's eyes widened. "Whoa! You had that in there?!"

"You didn't look, right?"

"'Course not!"

"Good. That would've ruined the surprise. Now here, lovely, this is for you." I handed him my secret sketch book. He flipped open the first page while I sat back beside him.

His eyes became bigger and his mouth was open a tad as he looked at my sketches of him, tracing his fingers over them.

~*~

HARRY'S POV

Thank God Zayn liked the song. It had taken me two months to write it! It actually became our song now. I wrote it, keeping our relationship in mind. How we shouldn't care what anybody says, anybody thinks about us. 'Cos they just don't know about us.

And then Zayn showed me his sketch book, the prized sketch book that he wouldn't even let me peek in. My face must've been a sight to see 'cos I was awed as I flipped the first page and then the next and then the next.

Almost all of them were sketches of me, and not only that, they were done so beautifully, I had to touch them to make sure they weren't real.

"Wow... these..."

"You like them?"

I shook my head in awe. "Zayn, these are... these are, words can't even describe, these are perfect! God, you have talent! It shows in that painting of yours but these sketches actually made it clear. Love, you're freaking talented!"

Zayn was blushing, twiddling with his hands. "You're amazing Harry, you have no idea how much that means to me, coming from you."

I cupped his face with my free hand. "I don't mind telling you the truth."

"Then I don't mind telling you the truth either." He looked me straight in the eyes as I looked back into his beautiful brown ones.

"You. Are. Insanely. Talented. Why do you hide such talent?" He asked me, clearly confused.

"Why do you hide yours?" I fired back.

"Well, art is a different thing. With music, you can go anywhere!" He countered.

I pursed my lips. "Fine. Promise me, if I'll make an effort to do something with my music, you will with your art. Deal?"

"Deal. Let's seal it with a kiss, shall we?" He asked cheekily.

I smirked. "Gladly."

~*~

Too. Much. Zarry. Fluff. I. Can't. Breathe. From. The. Cuteness.

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