"God, I missed you," Zayn whispered as he played with your hair. The radio blaring in the background, the boys on either side of you, the blur of streetlights all seemed to fade away. Sixty-one lonely nights had come and gone. You silently marked the time you'd spent without him. Thousands of hours, hundreds of thousands of seconds. Time was sand, slipping away from the two of you. Yes, you'd missed him for two months, but now you'd have him for twelve. And you stayed like that. Thinking of all the lost time, thinking of moments passed, memories to come. Zayn was home. In more ways than one really. He was at home and he was your home. And for the first time in two months, you felt safe. "(Y/N)", Zayn spoke up, "I really want to kiss you." You laughed, and sat up, removing your head from its comfortable spot in Zayn's lap. He slowly leaned in, staring into your eyes. His gaze alone pulled you closer. Suddenly, he snapped back up, his voice casual, his tone distant. "And I would…" Zayn paused as you slowly moved back, cheeks burning, too hurt to be embarrassed. He started again, "But lou-ttlethings isn't in the empire." At this, Niall looked up from his phone shifting abruptly from his seat in the limo. He pushed a sleeping Harry off his shoulder and turned to you. "That's not the craic."
