I groan in annoyance when I hear my phone ringing continuously beside my pillow. I just want to throw it against the wall, trust me. But I can't. Because Zayn bought it for me.

I wonder if it's morning yet because who would call me in the middle of night instead of Zayn who calls me at three in the morning sometimes to remind me he loves me. Maybe that would be cliche, but I find it cute. But most of the times, I just want to choke him for waking me up in the middle of my precious sleep.

"Zayn, it's five am, why are you calling me at this time?" I groan, placing my phone against my ear as I almost fall asleep but quickly wake up when I hear his voice.

"Because I find your sleepy voice sexy," he states, making me gasp.

"Are you kidding me, Malik? You just woke me up for that? I'm hanging up-"

"No, no, wait!" I groan for the umpteenth time, as I wait for him to continue. Why can't people see me sleep peacefully?

"I'm waiting for you outside. You have fifteen minutes to get ready." He says, making my eyes shoot open as I try to contemplate what he just said. Am I still asleep or am I hearing things on my own? Or did he actually say that?

"I actually said that, Maire." Zayn chuckles, and I let out a gasp. I WANT TO SLEEP! WHAT'S SO HARD UNDERSTANDING THAT? Wait, what is he even doing here at this time?

"I love you and all, but I love my sleep too. Sweet dreams-"

"Don't hang up on me!" He again stops me in the middle of I, ending his call. I whine, getting up from my lying position as I finally open my eyes and look around my surroundings in amusement. When did I have that poster of a boyband on my wall?

"You always had that," Zayn says, breaking my thoughts when my eyes land on a black bean bag in my room. I never had that! Where am I?

"Zayn, I'm seeing things or maybe I'm somewhere else! Oh my God, whose place is this?!" I begin to freak out, exclaiming on the call.

"What did you see?"

"There's a black bean bag in my room. I never had that!"

"Maire, shut up and go wash your face. You always had those things in your room."

"Oh my God, am I going crazy?!"

"No, you're just sleepy." I blink my eyes many times as I quickly get up from my bed and stare at my surroundings with wide eyes.

Oh, it really is my room. L-O-L.

"Are we going somewhere?" I ask him.

"Yeah, but I'm not telling you where. See you in fifteen minutes." He says before hanging up the call and I throw my phone on the bed as I again whine, wanting to sleep more.

I quickly get done with my morning routine and wear my black jeans, with a red flannel button down shirt and make a quick bun before applying some pink lipgloss, grabbing my phone and sneakily exiting the house.

I find Zayn's car parked outside as I look inside the window to find him dancing in his car with his eyes closed. Dork.

As soon as I reach his car, I knock on the window but due to the loud music bursting through his speakers and his closed eyes, he gets no clue of me standing there and watching his performance. Why is he even so energetic early morning? And then there's me, a sloth in the morning.

I shake my head to myself, chuckling at him before I diall his number on my phone and call him. His phone begins to vibrate on his lap and his eyes quickly open and they land on me. His eyes widen and he stops for a few seconds before unlocking his car and I get inside. He lowers the volume of the speakers and looks at me in embarrassment.

"Quite a show, Zayn. I can say, I'm impressed." I say in a serious tone, which is covered with sarcasm and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Yeah, I know I'm a hideous dancer, don't be sarcastic." He says, making me chuckle as he starts the car.

"The sun has still not risen, where are you taking me and why are you so energetic early in the morning?" I ask him, grabbing a mint chewing gum from his jacket's pocket and tossing it in my mouth.

"I've planned something. Trying to make it up to you for my behaviour that day," he says and I turn my head away from him, smiling to myself.

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"OH MY GOD! Why are you putting a blind fold on my eyes? Is this fifty shades of Grey or are you planning on killing me?" I exclaim in the darkness since Zayn blindfolded when we got out of the car after an hour and now I have no clue where he is taking me since he is telling me nothing and just keeps on scolding me to stay quiet.

"Stay quiet," he again says, grabbing my hand and linking our fingers together. One of his other hand finds it's way around my shoulders as he starts leading me to somewhere I have no idea of.

"This is the only thing you have been saying for the past five minutes. Okay, at least tell me this isn't some kind of kink or your plan to kill me?" I keep on rambling and he just laughs at me, ignoring everything I say while walking. Due to my continous nonsense he places his hand on my mouth to shut me up and I elbow in his stomach, making him squeal and remove his hand from my mouth.

"You took my eyes, at least let me speak!" I protest.

"I'm trying here to be a good boyfriend and surprise you and then there's you, beating me up." He complains, still leading me somewhere as I quietly giggle at him until we step on something and finally come to a stop.

He carefully makes me sit on a wooden seat, taking a seat next to me. I impatiently wait for him to remove the blindfold while he talks to some men about being careful and some precautions.

Oh God, what does he have in his mind?

I suddenly hear a loud noise which sounds like some...explosion? Soon, I feel as if I'm moving upwards.

"Zayn? Are we dying? What was that explosion?" I ask him, facing in his direction even though, I can't see. I feel the bench I am sitting on shake a bit, making me more confused. Finally Zayn's hand reaches behind my head as he carefully unties the blind fold and I rub my eyes a little before opening them.

I feel dizzy, I swear to God, I'm never letting him blindfold me again.

"Oh my God! Where are we?" I yell, once my eyes open and land on my surroundings. It looks like I'm sitting in some kind of basket. There are small compartments here in which Zayn and I are seated next to each other. I find another man in the front with us who seems to be steering?

With wide eyes I look above when I find a huge red balloon on top of us attached with strings to this basket we are sitting in. Widening my eyes more than ever, I look down and that's when I let out a scream.

"ARE WE IN A HOT AIR BALLOON?" I yell, looking at Zayn who sheepishly smiles at me. I can feel my heartbeat fastening as I frantically keep on looking at my surrounding and Zayn nods at me.

"We're going to watch the sunrise," he smiles and my jaw hangs open as I stare at him in shock. I blink a few times and he chuckles at me, lifting up my chin to close my mouth.

Zayn stands up and sticks out his hand for me, as I grab it and stand, looking around. The cool wind hits our faces as the balloon rises up and flies in the area away from residence. There are no houses or buildings here, it's just a field.

The balloon rises more, taking us close to the event of sun rising. The sun itself has barely risen and the area has the subdued quiet of dawn. Darkness has not long surrendered to the light, yet we can see the thick grey clouds that are casting over the sky. The yellow shining sun starts rising from the ground. It fills the sky with mighty colours of red and splashes the clouds with endless rays of pink. It is bright and mesmerising as it inviting us to stare, deep into the horizon as we savour the persimmon sky and the rays that radiate from the golden orb as pretty as any fresco. 

I look over at Zayn and our eyes meet, bringing a smile on both of our faces. An easy breeze picks up and lifts to caress my face and softly blow loose strands of my hair. Zayn lifts up his arm, pulling me closer to him as he wraps it around my waist and I rest my head against his chest, once again welcoming another sunrise together.

~*~

Guess what? I'm still alive. Test postponed and I was the happiest person on earth. 😂

-Doooo youuu byyy annyyy channce likkeee thiiis chhhappter? If yeaah, then leeeavee youuur feeeedbaccck pleeeease. (This writing style is so annoying lol sorry. Gotta Zayn)

Stay blessed and safe. Keep smiling cause it looks best on you. Love y'all and Rodger a lot. Xx