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My jaw fell towards the floor. My mind was reeling with images of the past few days, some of the happiest days of my life. But then I remembered what he said yesterday morning. My last girlfriend couldn’t go out of the house without security. That concept terrified me more than I could put into words. I had always been the type to avoid conflict, and dating Zayn officially meant inviting it from millions of girls.
“Gemma, are you still there?” He asked.
“I’m just processing,” I replied, my voice hardly louder than a whisper.
“Could you open your door while you process?” He asked.
“Open your hotel room door please,” he said patiently.
I walked over to my door and there he was, wearing a red sweater over a white dress shirt with dark jeans that hung beautifully off his hips. He was holding flowers and looking boyishly nervous. I clicked off my phone and stepped aside so he could come in. “They’re lovely,” I breathed as he offered me the roses.
“I meant to ask you that last bit in person,” he told me. “But I couldn’t stop myself. I want to be able to tell people that you’re mine, and only mine. I want to be able to take you somewhere public on a date, and not worry about people seeing us. I want to gloat to Liam and Louis that I get to see my girlfriend whenever I want while theirs are stuck at home and we’re on the road.” His voice grew a little lighter as he spoke of the other boys. “I love you.”
“Zayn, you’ve known me for four days,” I answered, automatically defensive.
“Four days is all it took,” he murmured. “All I want is you. And it’s real and scary, because I’ve never felt this for someone so quickly. But it’s so undeniably true. I want you.”
“Why?” I whispered. “You could have anyone you want. Why would you ever want me?”
“Because you make me laugh. Because when we touch there’s electricity that I can’t explain. Because you don’t like at me like part of One Direction, you look at me like I’m just Zayn. Because when you’re in my arms, and I seem to find you there a lot,” he added, his eyes twinkling, “I don’t want to let you go. And because you are the most charming, pretty, dangerous girl I’ve ever met.”
“Oh.” I had wanted to say something equally beautiful, but that was all that came out. I could have kicked myself, but he just laughed and waited for me to say something further. “I don’t want to share you,” I murmured.
He placed a hand under my chin and looked into my ears intensely. “You don’t have to.”
His bent forward and crushed his lips against mine and I lost all other thoughts. All I could feel were his hands on my face and his mouth on mine. His kiss held a question, one that he desperately wanted answered. I responded by letting his tongue explore my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his torso, pressing my body against his, closing all distances between us. He released his hold on my face and they came to cup my but. He gently lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. He backed me against a wall and I slid down so that I had one foot on the ground, and one foot supporting me against the wall. He put both palms flat on the wall on either side of me and pressed his whole body against me, pinning me in his embrace.
His lips slid from my mouth down to my neck, and I couldn’t suppress a little moan from escaping. “Zayn,” I breathed, unable to say anything else since his mouth found mine once again.
I gently tugged at his sweater and he obediently raised his arms so I could pull it off of him. I kissed his hard jaw line, slowly making my way down to his neck. My fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and it hung open, revealing his close- to- perfect stomach. I kissed my way back up this lips, letting my hands explore his upper-body. I ran my fingers across the ink on his pec, still amazed that I actually loved his tattoos. He shrugged off his shirt, and it fell to the ground. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, rubbing his tense shoulder blades.
His fingers skirted against my thighs I was suddenly very happy that I had worn pretty underwear today. As his hands found the hemline of my dress he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Will you still love me in the morning?” I asked, staring back into those beautiful chocolate eyes.
“Of course,” was his murmured response.
“Then there is nothing I want more than to spend the night with you in my bed.”
He gently pulled my dress over my head, and spend the night in my bed was exactly what we did.
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Free Falling (Zayn Malik fan fic)Fanfiction
Gemma Carlisle was 18 when her parents died in a car crash and she moved out to L.A. with her little sister. Now, two years later, she has scored the ultimate job: she's the new head of wardrobe for One Direction on their upcoming tour. As soon as s...