WAKING UP BEFORE MY ALARM clock went off was something normal for me to do. I lay in bed with a smile on my face and can't help but stretch out in enjoyment. I had another dream about Zayn, and it went perfectly. I even got to feel his lips on mine for once!
Silently slipping out of bed, I noticed the petite arm that was draped over my waist last night, was no longer there. I choose to open my eyes and find that I'm not in my room anymore. At first, I start to panic as I scamper to the wall and take in everything.
The bed sheets were white. The carpet was white also. Curtains over the huge window (which I was assuming was a door that led to a balcony) were a see-through black since the material was so thin. The dresser and nightstands were either a black or white. Things were everywhere in neat places. The dresser tops looked gorgeous as the total opposite color object was scattered across the tops (from what I'm guessing. I don't have my glasses on). I looked around the room in awe. It was beautiful.
And it was my dream bedroom.
Just to check and make sure I was dreaming and not actually awake (still deciding whether it's a good thing or a bad thing), I stalked to the closet and yanked open the doors. I'm met with gorgeous clothes and perfect things that I just can't even handle anymore. I stare for a few more seconds before pinching myself and sighing.
"Well, if this is a dream, might as well make the most of it." I said to myself.
Searching through the neat and tidy closet, I found there was a women's and a men's side. Tailored suits lines up first on both sides, then elegant wear, and lastly, casual. I smiled and reached for a white, knitted sweater and black leggings. I searched through some drawers and found a bra with matching underwear (picking the one that's not lace). I made my way out of the closet and shut the door back, leaving it how I found it.
I felt as if I lived here and everything was completely normal. That feeling was pure bliss. It was such a good feeling, I didn't want to let it go. Sighing, I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. I wanted the steam to help open up my pores today. For some reason, I felt as if today was going to be hard. Harder than usual that is.
School. Just get through another week and you'll be alright. I told myself twice before stepping in before turning around.
I noticed (without my glasses of course) that even the bathroom was elegant and tidy. There were towels hanging on a rack in the center of the wall to my right and a beautifully done sink to my left. The bathroom was huge. It could fit a small jacuzzi tub inside of it and you'd still have a little space for walking. The shower was besides the sink and it was clear glass. It kind of freaked me out, but I shrugged it off nonchalantly. The walls were a beautiful black with white and black tile.
I was absolutely and irrevocably in love with this bathroom.
I didn't glance at my reflection when I approached the mirror until I had a towel on the toilet seat, with my clothes on the back of it. When I looked up at myself, expecting to see the doe-eyed, blemish having, dull and frizzy curly haired, short girl I had grown to be, my mouth dropped. What greeted me in the mirror was nothing of the sorts.
A beautiful, gorgeous girl with long curly hair that looked silky smooth to the touch and deep brown eyes stared back at me. Not a zit or blemish in sight (unless your looking super close. I mean, come on. Who's not going to have a pimple on their face?). I had gotten taller, my hair full with more volume, and I most definitely got bigger in the chest department too.
I gasped as I look at my reflection. This wasn't the girl I was use to. This wasn't who I was. This girl, this gorgeous, gorgeous girl that stared back at me, couldn't have possibly been me. But it was my reflection, and it was so confusing. My appearance never changed in my dreams, so why was it doing that now?
Turning towards the shower, I decided to leave all the questions for when I wake up or when I leave for school. Heaving a deep breath of the steem, I felt my muscles relax. Smiling contently to myself, I took my clothes off and became stark naked in a bathroom I couldn't have known less about. I saw a wicker hamper and throw my dirty clothes inside, assuming that's where they went. I turned back around to see the clear glass to the shower fogging up nicely along with the mirror. I smiled as I opened the doors.
At least no one will see me nude now. I thought happily to myself as I relished my body in steem and warm water.
Once I was completely wet, I started for some shampoo. I found a familiar brand and used it. I let the warm water cascade down my body as a few light and gentle moans released from my mouth. The water felt so good, I just never wanted to get out. I noticed as I looked down at my legs (they were newly waxed, thank God!), that they were long and glamorous. I couldn't believe that this was my body. I guess this is what I get for Justin teaching me so many sports.
I was rubbing in the conditioner, facing the water when I felt a cool breeze give me the goosebumps, but as soon as I felt it, it was gone. I left it alone as I let the water soothe my front, making me sigh in complete bliss. I haven't had a shower like this in a long time. If I was late to school, this would so be worth it.
Thinking about school started to remind me of how Alex, Marc, and Marissa were still panicking because of finals and studying. It made me smile, but it also reminded me of going home and searching up Zayn. Then that reminded me of Zayn and Perrie. It made me want to cry at the thought of them together and it just ruined my good mood.
When I finally decided that it was time to wash my hair, I didn't bother turning around, I just walked forward and into the water. I moan lowly as the water dropped down my back and down to the drain. Just as I had rung out all the conditioner from my hair and let it soak up some more water, I felt two hands plant themselves firmly on my waist from behind.
Before I could be pulled into the chest of the person, I opened my eyes (a terrible mistake on my part), and turned around, pushing the person off of me. Momentarily blinded by the water in my eyes, I kept moving backwards before I felt the glass door open (from my shakily waving hands) and I fell backwards onto the hard tile of the bathroom floor. The person who had been in the shower with me was screaming about something and I was unsure of what they were saying.
I felt a towel firmly grasped in my hands from the handles of the glass doors and a pulsating migraine start in the back of my head from impact. For a second, I couldn't feel anything and all I saw were black and white dots. The towel was clutched in both of my hands tightly as a groan escaped my lips. I couldn't see or hear anything for a few seconds before I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap themselves around my torso and hold me against a warm chest.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the one man I've always wanted to see in person.
The man I was in love with.
The man that didn't know I existed.
The man I couldn't have.
Zayn Malik.
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When my hearing came to, his voice was smooth and husky, beautifully heard. His voice was laced with concern and worry. His eyes looked down on me as if I could disappear right in front of him. He held me close, his tattoos wide open for my viewing. I couldn't help but want to gawk up at him as I laid there in his arms.
"Are you okay? Baby, please tell me you're okay," his voice came out in a frantic rush and I felt my heart flutter at his use of 'baby'.
Wait. 'Baby'?
My eyebrows knit together and I can't help but stare at him in confusion. I saw and felt his gaze travel my face before leaving it to roam my body with his eyes. That's when I realize that I was wet and I was naked. I gripped the medium towel in one of my hands and used the other to crawl back and away from Zayn.
As much as I'd love to be in his arms again, I needed some answers (and some clothes) because I was down right confused.
I had just been taking a shower when I felt his hands on my waist. I had pushed him away, was blinded by water momentarily, before falling back onto the floor with half a towel. Then I wake up in the arms of the man I am positively and absolutely in love with? And he's looking down at me with worried eyes filled with concern. The same brown eyes that I fell in love with.
And he's still looking at me the same damn way now!
I brought my legs to my chest once my back hit the cold ass cabinets of the sink. Wrapping the towel around part of my legs, I looked at the God in front of me confused, and a bit petrified.
"Baby? Baby, what's wrong,"
There he goes using that word again . . .
He tried to move closer to me (as he's on his knees), but I can't help but back away. Not in fear, just plain and clear confusion. I see hurt flash between his eyes and he stays in his spot.
"Baby?" I flinch at the word.
His eyes soften and he looks at me confused and worried. I keep my eyes up and away from his private, knowing full and well that he was naked (as was I), but I had the decency to respect people. I wasn't going to stare at his manliness whilst he's in front of me. I may know every single detail about the man, but I really don't know him.
"Vallin, please." I froze.
"H-How do y-you know m-my, my name?" I stammered, my non-sociable skills coming in at this point (no wonder I didn't have anymore friends other than the boys and my sisters).
A look of horror and pure shock mask his features as he looks me over. I tremble under his stare. As much as I would love to fangirl right about now, I'm still trying to process how he knows my name. It's a shock that I just can't handle right about now.
Zayn's adams apple bobs up and down slowly as he takes in air. "Baby, it's me. It's me, Zayn. Please tell me you're alright baby girl. Please," he was practically begging me. He tried moving a bit closer each time, but I couldn't help but flinch away. "Vallin," he held out his hand, which I'm guessing it's for me to take.
I don't know if I should or if I shouldn't. Without thinking, I hesitantly move forward and grip his hand softly. His dark eyes light up with hope as he looks at me with . . . Love? Just a second ago, he had a girlfriend named Perrie, and now he loves me?
"Vallin,"
Before I speak, I feel my throat go dry. I don't know what to think but I was scared half to death. Zayn, Zayn Javadd Malik, was kneeling in front of me, stark naked, saying my name and calling me 'baby' over and over again. If I wasn't such a curious kid, I would have probably been making out with his face by now.
"How-How do you kn-know my name," I asked again, but much, much more slowly than the last time.
His face fell, the slight smile no longer there, same with the hope in his eyes. His hand gripped mine desperately, as if someone were pulling me away from him and this was his only chance of having me. I didn't want to make him upset, but I needed to know his answer. It was killing me inside and I just had to know.
"Because . . . Because, I'm your husband Vallin."
That's all it took for me to scream.
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So . . . Was it worth it? Any part funny? Shocking? I actually like this chapter and it is pretty good, so please give it a vote. :|
~Kenzie17