Stupid Boy

After nearly a year away from Zayn, Becky wasn’t too bothered by Zayn being gone nearly all summer. One Direction were recording a new album and doing some touring, touring that took them all the way to the States again. Becky wasn’t bothered by it, but that didn’t mean she didn’t miss the hell out of her boyfriend.

Just a week before the boys were to return to London, Becky woke up to her phone at 4 AM. “Fucking hell,” she cursed, blindly searching for her phone that was somewhere in her bed. She finally found the black iPhone and answered without looking to see who it was. “I hate you. I actually fucking hate you, whoever you are,” she spat.

“No, you don’t,” Zayn laughed on the other end. She felt her anger disappearing at the sound of his voice.

“It’s four in the morning, you asshole. What do you want?”

“I’d like you to open the door.”

“Why would I do that? It’s four in the morning, Zayn. I’m going back to bed.”

“Babe, come open the damn door.”

Her phone hit the bed and she found herself moving quickly to the door to her flat. Her hands fumbled with the lock but she finally got the door open and launched herself into Zayn’s arms. He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “Miss me?”

“So, so much,” she muttered, her voice muffled by his shirt. She wrapped her arms around his middle, breathing in his scent. She could still smell the smoke on him, telling her he’d smoked before coming up. “I thought I told you to stop smoking.”

“Sorry, love,” he laughed softly. “Come on, I don’t want to stand out here all night.”

She kissed him quickly before pulling him back into her flat. He dropped his bag in the middle of the floor before following her back to her room. She crawled back into her bed, watching as he undressed, a smile on his face as he lay next to her. She moved to him, moving his arms so she could lie on his chest. “I never thought I’d get to do this,” Zayn admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You know, come home to you.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s make a habit out of it then, eh?”

“Absolutely.”

Becky and Zayn slept for a few more hours, Becky more than happy to wake up still wrapped in his arms. “Hi,” she smiled lightly, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“What are you doing today?” he asked softly, playing with her hair.

“Summer classes,” she pouted, quickly turning her head to her alarm clock. “Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed, nearly throwing herself out of her bed. “Summer classes that I’m almost late for.”

“Skip,” Zayn grinned at her. “Skip and spend the day with me.”

“Babe, I can’t,” she shook her head, searching around her room for clean clothes. She always knew she’d regret her habit of just throwing clothes around her room. “I have a presentation today and a midterm. I have to go.”

She quickly changed and brushed her teeth before leaning over to kiss Zayn. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back onto the bed with him. “I have to go,” she whined, pushing against his chest. “I’m going to kick you in the balls,” she warned, pointing her finger at him.

“Okay, okay,” he surrendered, moving so she could get up. “Come over to mine when you’re done, yeah?” he asked as she kissed him quickly.

“You got it,” she sent him a smile before hurrying out of her room.

Meghan was waiting for her as she rounded the corner, trying to find her shoes. “What the bloody hell were you doing up at 4 this morning?” Meghan asked as Becky finally spotted her Vans.

“Zayn got home early,” Becky shrugged. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

After what felt like hours, Becky was finally making her way to Zayn’s. She let herself in, and found all five boys in his living room. All of them happily greeted her, but Zayn sensed her flat greeting. “You okay, love?” he asked softly, the last one to greet her.

“Tired,” she mused, leaning up to kiss him. “Very, very tired.”

The boys eventually a filed out, leaving just Becky and Zayn as they were cuddled up in the chair. She played with his fingers as he hummed softly. “I’ve been thinking of buying a new place,” Zayn told her. “Maybe a bigger place, more space.”

“Sounds nice,” she mumbled.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m asking you to move in with me.”

That seemed to wake her up. “Are you crazy? We’ve been back together for like two months, Zayn.”

“You said you wanted to make me coming home to you a habit, so here’s me trying to do that. I don’t see why this isn’t a good idea.”

She let out a yawn, laying her head back on his shoulder. “It’s a fine idea. Okay, let’s get a place together.”

“You’re so easy when you’re tired,” he grinned, kissing her temple.

“You’re lucky Harry isn’t here or he’d make that into a sexual joke.”

He couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped his lips. She, too, couldn’t help but laugh softly. Zayn continued to hum quietly as the couple fell into a silence. She lay against Zayn, her head on his shoulder, actually enjoying the silence. She knew moments like this with Zayn were going to be few and far between, just because he was so busy.

Finally, she got up so she could shower, something she’d yet to do that day. She stood on the hot water for what felt like eternity before stepping out and running her fingers through her wet hair. She gave up on getting any of the knots out and simply threw her hair up on top of her head.

Zayn was still sitting in the same spot when Becky appeared in the door way to his room. “Zayn,” she said, making his head snap back. She stood in the doorway in just one of his t shirts.

He made his way back to her, his arms wrapping around her waist. “I love you,” she mused, leaning up to kiss him, an arm wrapping around his neck.

“I love you.”

For the second time that day, Becky fell asleep wrapped up in Zayn.