𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ; ᶻᵃʸⁿ ᵐᵃˡⁱᵏ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Rain whispered against the skylight of band's, London studio, a gentle rhythm that permeated the creative space. Fairy lights twinkled, casting a warm, intimate glow on the dark navy blue couch and scattered instruments. A soft, knitted blanket, the color of a stormy sky, lay draped over them, a haven of comfort amidst the artistic clutter.

Zayn leaned against the armrest, a worn copy of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" book open in his lap, but his attention was captivated by the figure beside him. Audrey, or Rey as he affectionately called her, lay curled against him, her head resting on his chest, her breathing slow and even. His hand ran through her short hair, soothing the both of them calmly and quietly.

She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and nestled closer, her hand instinctively finding his. He intertwined his fingers with hers, the warmth of her touch a comforting anchor. They lay in comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle rain and the quiet murmur of their breaths.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of her lavender perfume mixed with something uniquely her own. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Lost in thought?" She murmured, her voice barely audible above the rain.

"Just thinking." He replied. "What if Blaire hadn't blown us off at the mall that one day?" He smiled gently. "I'm so happy to be here with you, away from all of chaos at home."

Her smile widened, reaching her eyes. "Me too," she whispered back, closing her eyes, content to simply be in his arms.

The rain outside grew louder, a steady drumbeat against the studio windows. Zayn adjusted his grip on Audrey, pulling her closer. The warmth of her body, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, soothed him. She wondered if he felt the same peace she did in these quiet moments.

A memory surfaced, a vivid snapshot of a day long past. It was a sunny afternoon, the two of them exploring a smaller bookstore, their fingers brushing as they reached for the exact same record. A shared laugh, a stolen glance - it was in that moment he knew he'd found something special. They both knew.

"Remember that day at the bookstore?" he asked softly, breaking the silence.

Audrey's eyes fluttered open, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "How could I forget? You insisted on buying me that weird book about nothing but smut." She chuckled.

He chuckled. "And you thought I was crazy for getting that amazing romance novel."

They shared a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between them. It was in those shared moments, the small, intimate connections, that their love truly blossomed.

As the rain continued its relentless patter, Zayn found himself drifting off, the sound of Audrey's steady breathing a comforting lullaby. He dreamed of a future filled with quiet moments like these, a future where they were always together, always safe, always loved, always simple between them.

Their love was simple, yet beautiful. The couple stayed in that position, Audrey on top of Zayn, Both of them could say absolutely nothing yet saying so many words at the same time. That was the way they both liked it, calm, and quiet.