Unexpected Surprises

Chapter 24: Nabihah's POV

I was completely and utterly pissed at Anna for what she did to me. She knew how much I cared for Zayn, but she decided to ignore my feelings and go for him. I felt like she only did that because Niall wasn't interested. Well, at least until I helped convince him. I was turning down Niall Horan for her. And she returned the favor by stabbing me in the back. What a bitch. When I saw that all my hard work had paid off and Niall was obviously head over heels for her I was even more pissed. I tried to talk to Rachel about it, but she wouldn't believe me. She just shoved me into Zayn. I wanted to smack her across the face for making me seem like an idiot. But I didn't. Instead I felt warm muscular arms go around me. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. And they were checking me out. I couldn't help but blush. My whole face got hot and I was sure Zayn noticed. I was hoping that when he released me from his heavenly grasp I would cool down, but instead I felt light headed. I needed support. Rachel and I walked into the stadium and I thought that maybe listening to the most talented guys on the planet would calm me down. And of course it sure as hell didn't. Zayn fucking pulled me up on the stage and kissed me. In front of everyone. I couldn't breathe I thought I was going to start hyperventilating. Everything was a blur. I saw Niall and Anna on the stage. They both looked extremely happy. All I could do was think to myself, 'Hmp you're welcome.' But I wasn't mad anymore. Everything had turned out great. Zayn couldn't take his eyes off me for one second, and honestly I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Sure it meant that he liked me, but did it mean that he wanted me. Did he feel a need for me? A tugging in his gut whenever we made eye contact? An attraction between us pulling us closer and closer together? Was any of that there for him? Or just for me? Were these feelings one sided or double sided? I couldn't answer these questions. They weren't really meant to be answered by myself. I had to wait for them to be answered. All in due time of course. Especially if we were going to go on tour with them. I found Zayn after the concert. I had to tell him how amazing that show was.

"Zayn! Hey! That show was amazing! I loved every second of it!"

"Well I'll say it was definitely my favorite show," he replied with a wink.

I punched him playfully in the arm and blushed.

"Ow that hurt! You've got some strength hidden there!"

"I'm sorry! Where does it hurt?" I asked and grabbed his arm inspecting it to make sure it wasn't bruised.

"I'm only kidding. It didn't hurt. I was just messing with you love."

"Oh..right I knew that." I said as I dropped his arm feeling like a complete idiot. I looked at the ground hoping he wouldn't notice my utter embarrassment. Then I felt fingers close around mine. I looked over to see them clasped around Zayn's.

"That kiss was pretty amazing tonight," he said as he took his free hand and put it around my waist.

He pulled me a little closer so that our chests were touching. He stooped his head down. I turned my head to the side so his lips reached contact with my neck. He protested at first, but then he started kissing my neck softly. I felt a slight tickle at the bottom of my back. I moaned back in response urging him to continue. My mouth went dry as I desired to have his lips against mine. He continued to kiss my neck. Each time more desperate. His hand moved down to my ass and he started squeezing it as kissed me. His other hand was still firmly planted on my hips pulling me tighter and tighter against him. I couldn't fight back. I was putty in his hands. His hot breath was rolling down my neck sending chills down my arms and legs. My arms went up to his hair were they became entangled in his locks. He let out a deep growl from his throat. He stopped kissing my neck and started moving his way up to my mouth. Each kiss he left was warm and soft. When he tried to kiss my lips I pulled away. He looked confused and disappointed.

"I don't wanna do this in public Zayn. Don't get me wrong, I want this just as much as you do, but could we go somewhere more...private?"

"As long as I can continue this moment. Sure we can go to my room on the bus. Nobody will come in there."

Zayn took my hand and pulled me to his tour bus. It was completely empty. Once he had closed the door behind me he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and he held onto to me by my butt. Our lips crashed together. His were hot and desperate and mine were welcoming. He carried me to his room and put me down on his bed. We continued kissing as he took off his shoes. Our lips never parting. My hands fumbled down his chest to his pants button. I undid them and pulled them down. His hands were caressing my hips. They then moved to pull my shirt over my head. When our lips broke apart, I felt alone. He was right there, but it wasn't right unless we were touching each other. He looked me up and down. I was so happy I wore my red lace bra. I didn't know I would need it, but seeing his face I knew it was a good idea I wore it. He pushed my shoulders down so I was lying on his bed. He reached to the hem of his shirt and stripped it off. God he was beautiful. He looked like an angel. His chest was perfectly toned and tanned. His tattoos looked a lot better up close. I never expected to be able to be this close. He kissed me gently on the lips as his hands went to undo my pants. They came off easily. Dammit. I wasn't ready for this. He came back up to my face and kissed me again. Shit. Why did he have to be so beautiful? I couldn't stop kissing his smooth lips. They were everything I'd imagined them to be. He asked for entry but I denied him. When he pulled back. I responded by rolling him over and straddling him. I sat up and reached for his hands. I pulled them up over his head and held them there while I bent down to kiss his forehead. I made my way down his face to his lips. I gave him a quick kiss before moving on. I wanted to leave him wanting more. I kissed his impeccable jawline then started kissing his neck. I was sure he'd have a hickey the next morning. While I was doing this, he was emitting moans and groans from his throat. It pleased me to know I could do this to him. When I kissed his collar bone he arched his back. He started breathing deeply. I looked at him. He seemed utterly happy. I got off him and laid down beside him. We rolled to face each other. He draped his heavy arm across my hips. His other he allowed me to use as a pillow. I kissed his nose then his lips. I reached up with one hand and pulled his head closer. I kissed him once again. I allowed him access. Our tongues battled for dominance. When I pulled back he looked up at me with those gorgeous caramel brown eyes.

"Don't give me that look Mister."

"What look?" He asked innocently.

"That one. Your smolder. It's your signature thing. You think that if you give me that face I'll melt right into your hands, but I'm telling you right now it's not going to happen. We are not doing it tonight. Be glad you even got this far."

He looked at me with disbelief. Shit. What'd I say?

"I would never try to pull that on you. I genuinely care about you. Your not just some girl I would try to get in the sack. I mean believe me I'm going to try, but it won't be just for one time. I want to spend more time with you. Please come on tour with us. I couldn't imagine continuing it without you."

He nuzzled his head into my neck. He did want me. He did need me. All my fears were answered. And I was happy. I was perfectly content where I was. If this is how every night with him would be. Then I couldn't imagine not going on tour with him. After a few minutes I heard him snoring. I moved back a bit and saw him sound asleep. He looked like a god. Not just any god, but the god of love, looks, admiration. He was my god too. I crawled out from under his arms to retrieve the covers. I pulled them over us as I crawled under his arm. I fell asleep with my head on his chest listening to him sleep sing "Rock Me." I thought how inappropriate it was, but then I remembered what he had told me. I moved my head up over his and kissed his cheek.

"I love you Zayn. Always have, always will."

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