"That was scary," Zayn mumbled as we got in the taxi.
"Hey it's okay, you were amazing out there," I said putting an arm around his shoulders, "plus you'll probably look really hot in those pictures."
He chuckled and nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck, "shut up."
"What? Can't I make an appreciation for my boyfriend?" I said tickling his belly.
His eyes widened and he started to shake his head, "no, no, no" he pleaded and then started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Babe, I didn't know you were so ticklish," I chuckled as I continued to tickle him.
"Please stop!"
And I immediately did as a thought crossed.
"Sir?" I addressed to the taxi driver.
"Yes, Mr Styles?" He answered.
"Could you take us to the nearest airport?" I asked politely.
"Of course."
"What do you mean? The airport?" Zayn asked confused.
"I have got an idea."
"What?"
"Why don't we take a few days of vacation. We will escape all the next day's chaos and relax."
"Where are we going?"
I shrugged off, " Dunno, we'll take the first flight available."
"What about Louis and Niall?"
"Oh I'm sure they'll thank us later for a little bit of privacy."
"What about our clothes and other things?"
"Oh come on Z, relax! Ain't I a filthy rich bastard?" I smirked quoting Louis' words.
"Oh yeah that comes in handy," he rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, say yes?"
"You've already taken your decision," he chuckled taking my hand in his.
"Exactly."
"You are crazy," he said looking at me.
"For you," I pecked his lips and then smiled at him.