To be found again...

This is what you came for

"So what do you wanna do next?" Zayn nuzzles into my neck.

He isn't the kind of guy I would've dated few months ago. But he is the perfect definition of hotness with charm. Not to forget the fact he is the captain of basketball team. Girls swoon over his features. And the fact that he gives me slightly more attention than any other girl makes me feel good and famous? I like him and I have already confessed that to him but he says dating isn't his thing but he finds me better than anyone. I don't mind having that small part of him. I know we're so much like fuck buddies but we care for each other. And he is a good distraction. I like spending time with him. He makes me feel good and I don't know free maybe? Yes he frees me from my problems.

"Umm I don't know.. shopping maybe?" I tell him fumbling with his waistband.

"Well okay as long as it is shopping for lingerie" He mumbles in my ear, gently tugging my earlobe. His lip ring sending chills down my spine.
"You're a jerk" I laugh shoving him away; trying to hide my desperation for his touch.

We get ready in some twenty minutes and finally pull off.
"Be a gentleman and open the door for me asshole" I playfully tell him
"I'm not a gentleman, I'm the bad boy" He winks at me knowing I got what he meant.

The ride is comfortably silent. Zayn keeps playing with the radio trying to play some good songs while I stare him. He is such a beautiful sight to see. His lip ring is sucked in and his eyebrows furrowed as he changes the station, clearly irritated.

"You know there's a thing called AUX" I remind him with a hint of amusement, stating how stupid he is.

"Ohhh yaa I am stupid to not know that, thanks for reminding Ver" He swats my arm
"Oww that's not how you thank you dumbass" I shriek. His hits really hurt. Like really bad. He worked out everyday for hours, his muscles were super strong.
"AUX isn't working, you imbecile. Why would I fidget with this stupid station if it did?" He rolls his eyes as I stick my tongue out.

"You suck" I roll my eyes. Got it from Zayn.
"Yes babe I suck you" I gape at his choice of words.

After constant bantering and laughing we finally pull in the parking lot. He surprises me by opening the door for me. I thank him and take his hand in mine as we make our way in.

"Lingerie shop it is, right?" He asks
"Fine" I give in.
We get in Victoria's Secret and scan all the sets. Well I scan while Zayn complains on why I'm not trying any yet. That's the reason why he got me here. Such an ass. I am not amused and excited would be an utter lie.

"How's this?" I ask Zayn throwing a black lace set on his face.
"It's okay. Try it"
"Why are you so keen on me trying ?" I interrogate.
"Because I'll be the one fucking you" He says with a crooked smile as I mouth 'hush' to him. After getting disgusted stares from old ladies I finally get in the changing room.

"How's it?" I ask Zayn and draw the curtain.
"No. Your tits look smaller" He comments rudely.
"I'm not offended" I narrow my eyes at him. I'm too embarrassed to accept the fact that I have small boobs.
"Try this one" He throws a red lace push up bra and a red thong.
"I'm not wearing that and coming out" I admit. I'm not too blunt about my body. I have no confidence in myself or in my body.

He continues to irritate me, "Why the fuck not?"
"Because I don't want to" I whince totally irritated. Why does he want me to try it ?

He takes the set and wears the bra which fits him perfectly. Kidding obviously.
"See it looks good on me too" He says imitating the lady next to him who is trying very hard to impress her husband.
"What do you think, Vic?" He says coming closer seductively
"Looking damn hot my girl" I giggle.
"Wear it for me plweaaaseee" He pleads dramatically.
"I don't want to" I sigh.
"Not reasonable enough. Change it or I'll help?" He says with a smug.
"Changing" I smirk and get inside.

This isn't the type of lingerie I usually wear. I never even tried. It looks good on skinny girls and not on girls with good meat on the bones like me. I struggle with the thong, feeling exposed. After minutes of fighting the urge of removing it I finally draw the curtain open, revealing myself.

"Wow" I hear Zayn gasp.
"Do I look okay?" I ask him hugging my clothes to cover myself.
"Okay? You look bomb" He whispers coming closer.
"Okaaay?" I never, once was complimented by Zayn. Yeah I was pretty amazed.

"So should-" He cuts me by pulling me inside and pinning me against the wall.
"What do you think you're doing? " I hiss.
"I couldn't control you look hot in that shit" He whispers his breath fanning on my skin. Leaving me dumfounded he grabs my legs and locks them on his hip sending a trail of wet kisses down my bust.
"This is what you came for?" I whisper
"This is what I came for" He kisses ravenously.
I couldn't say any more. I wanted him so bad despite the fact that we were in bed making love all night.

"Zayn please stop teasing" I whimper in his ears making him moan.
He chuckles before cupping my breast with his hand while the other traces circles on the place where I'm literally soaking in desire.

"I'll drive you cra-" His words are interuppted by the sound of someone turning the door knob.
"Tell me you locked the door" I whisper-yell at Zayn.

"I may not-". The door flies open revealing a very shocked lady.
How is he so stupid?

"Oh my God" The lady who entered gasps at the sight in front of her.
I hastily grab my clothes to cover myself while Zayn just stands and stare. Clearly checking out the lady.

What a prick.

"Get out before I call the manager you horny bastards" The lady yells at us getting all the attention from others as well. I hear everyone in the room shout, whisper shit, call us names and laugh.
I dress up fast and push Zayn out.
Damn this guy really needs to control his eyes and hormones. All he did was stare at girls stripping them in his mind.

As soon as I get out I bump into someone.
"Ow can't you-" I stop when my eyes land on the person in front of me.

Fuck.