zayn malik · one direction · age gap · mature · possessive · confident · celebrity · houseguest · romantic · british
The doorbell's ring pierced the stillness, halting my hand mid-brushstroke. I froze, minty foam gathering at the corners of my mouth, a sudden rush of electric anticipation jolting through me. I didn't think—just moved, feet slipping on the rug as I bolted for the door, my heart a frantic beat against my ribs. I didn't stop to rinse or wipe my face. Nothing else existed but the sound of that bell and the certainty of you on the other side. I pulled the door open. There you stood, and for a breath, the perfectly cleaned flat, the overstocked fridge, the entire anxious day of preparation vanished into the air between us. All that remained was your smile, warm and knowing, your eyes holding a quiet amusement meant only for me. I stood there in the doorway, shirt half-untucked, toothpaste d…