Pray's p.o.v
"This is so good" I moan as I chew on the chicken. Zayn nods his head agreeing with me, looking at me with amusement. His eyes fixed on me as we continue eating.
"Lets watch something" I say, exiting the small kitchen, still holding the plate in my hands.
"Watch what?" Zayn says following me to the living room. I sit down on the couch and grab the remote. I turn on the television and flip through channels. They are all in french, all of them.
"They're all in french" I sigh as I keep flipping. I know French, but not that well to understand everything.
"It's not like you don't know it considering what happened that day" Zayn says, playfully glaring at me. I giggle as I remember how frustrated he was by the taxi driver, it was a sight to see.
"Oh give me it" Zayn snatches th remote out of my hands after a while. He probably got annoyed that I wasn't sticking to a channel.
I finish my food and get up to put mines and Zayn's plate in the kitchen's sink, because he didn't even bother to. I'll just wash them later.
I enter the living room to find Zayn sitting there with a blanket on top and a laptop on his lap. The television was off and he seem to be concentrated on whatever he's doing.
He looks up as I sit beside him and smiles opening the blanket and pulling me in. I giggle as he pulls me in his lap.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as he puts his laptop back in front of hi- I mean us.
"There was nothing to watch on tv, so youtube it is" he says making me chuckle.
After searching for a while and debating on what movie to watch, we settle on The Dark Knight. One of my favourites and Zayn also seemed to like it.
We lay back and relax watching the film. It was nice cuddling with Zayn in the warm blankets. Felt like home and just perfect.
My love for Batman is something beyond my control, so if there was an exciting thing happening in the film, I would sit up squealing, and a chuckling Zayn would have to lay me back down, it was funny in a way.
Just as the movie was about to end, Zayn's phone rang, making him groan and me laugh. He jumped out and speed walked to the room to get it. I could here his voice greeting someone on the other line.
He came out of the room with a smile on his face. I raised my brows asking him who's on the phone.
"Mom" he mouthed making me sit up. Shit, she said to call as soon as we reach the hotel. But apparently, we didn't have time.
Zayn's p.o.v
Pray sat up again, squealing in excitement as Batman fought. I chuckled for the hundredth time, looking at her with amusement.
I pulled her back down again, she's just too warm to let go. I would sneak up small kisses on her neck, causing goosebumps to appear on the area. It's crazy how much response I get from her body just by doing small things.
My thumb slowly makes small circles on her hip bone, causing her to shiver against me. I keep doing it through out the entire movie, kissing her hair. She smells so good. It's a turn on. Everything she does is a turn on and I just want to take her here, on the sofa.
I'm a man, I have my needs.
She makes me go crazy and I'm crazy about her. The way she walks makes me crazy. The way says my name makes me crazy. The way she hides her smile when I tease her makes me crazy. The way she laughs and her eyes change colour, from dark to light, makes me crazy. Everything she does makes me go crazy. Just, crazy. Dam this should be a movie, "Crazy In Love" by Zayn Malik. Nice.
Just as the movie is about to end, I hear my phone ring and I jump up to get it after groaning and earning a sweet giggle from her. I didn't want to leave her, but I had to and I think I know who the caller is. Shit, we forgot to call.
I enter my room and find my phone on the bed. A smile forms on my lips as I see the callers name.
"Hey mom" I smile as I greet her.
"Zayn beta, how are you? I miss you and Meera already" she says, her voice filled with emotions. My heart flutters at the sound of my mom's beautiful voice.
I tell her Pray and I are fine and exit the room. Pray is sitting there, staring at my laptop with a confused look. She's so cute.
"Why didn't you call?" she asks making me blush.
"Uh" I murmur. Shit, what do I say?
"Oh, um..its ok" She says. Well, she knows now and its awkward.
"What is she doing?" mum asks me. I smile at Pray as she looks up, still confused.
"She's right in front of me, just watched a movie" I tell her. She replies with how lame we are and how we should go out and do something. I tell her we will, and sit back down with Pray on the sofa.
"Mom" I mouth the words to her when she asks me who it is. She sits up as soon as I tell her that, making me laugh quietly.
Mom keeps blabbering about something but my eyes are fixed on Pray the whole time, just admiring her (like I haven't done that enough).
How her lips pout when she furs her eyebrows or how her dimple appears when she bites that delicious lip of hers. Making me want to bite it too.
"Zayn, give the phone to her" I hear my mom say and I give my phone to her. She takes it and smiles, instantly getting into the conversation. Blushing slightly and smiling now and then, her voice so soft and delicate when she speaks.
I pull her in and leave small specks on her necks, making her giggle. But she covers it up with a cough and I can hear my mom asking what's wrong.
"Yeah baby, what's wrong" I whisper as she stutters the words out to answer.
Pray's p.o.v
"Yeah baby, what's wrong?" he whispered, making stutter as I answer Trisha.
"Pray, what's going on?" she asks. I try to get out of Zayn's strong grip but fail miserably.
"MOM THEIR ON THERE HONEYMOON, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON!" I hear a Doniya's voice shout in the background. Making my face red as blossom and causing Zayn to laugh out loud.
"Yeah, mom" Zayn says from behind me. I elbow him causing him to make a 'oomph' sound. Zayn laughs and picks me up, twirling me around. A squeal escapes my mouth as Zayn's phone falls on the floor. Shit, Trisha's on the line.
"Zayn your mom!" I scream making Zayn laugh even more. As Zayn falls on the floor, I run to get his phone.
"Hello?!" I barely say as my breathing's really heavy. No answer, shit. This is so embarrassing, they must be thinking so wrong now. And this is all Zayn's fault.
I turn around to see him still laughing on the floor like a maniac. Oh, my. That is my husband.
"Zayn! Why did you do that?" I ask him as I help him stand up.
"I can just imagine what they must be thinking right now" I say as I sit on the couch. Zayn smirks and slowly walks towards me, making my heart skip a beat.
I look down blushing ferociously. I bite my lip as Zayn kneels in front of me. He looks at me, smirking. I notice his ruined hair, it looks so sexy. His tongue poking out a little bit from behind his teeth, its cute. And his eyes, his eyes are jus-
"Thinking what?" he whispers, bringing me back to reality. His breath still fast from all the laughing. My cheeks heat up more by his question.
"That w-we're..uh" I stutter making his lips twitch.
"That we're making love?" he says. My eyes go wide and heart races. I cover my heated, red face with my hands as I could no longer face his lustful stare.
He chuckles and removes my hands from my face, forcing me to look at him.
"Its ok, we wouldn't want them to be wrong now would we?" he says, climbing on top of me as I giggle beneath him.
Zayn kisses my neck, leaving marks behind. Making me moan in pleasure. His hands trail up and down my sides causing goosebumps to appear.
"Ah" I moan as he bites on my soft skin. I could feel him smirking against my skin as he blows on it, making me gasp.
I grasp onto his shirt as he picks me up and walks to our room. I know where this will lead to, even though it will hurt. But like Zayn said before, the more we will do, the more pleasurable it will be.
"You make me go crazy, jaan" he says as he lays me down on the bed. He takes off his shirt and throws it somewhere.
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Sooo hi.
How have you all been? Don't give me that face, smile. ツ
A lot of you are requesting more dirty scenes, do you want them?
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P.S. Zayn trails soft kisses up and down your neck, soft and gentle. But you know he's not like that, he's always fast and rough. So when you feel a sharp pain on your neck, you moan, telling him you want him too.
"Oh, baby. Please vote" he moans out and trails his hands under your shirt.
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Stay classy
Pray x (I almost typed my name wrong, somebody help me -.-)