~Natalia
We head to FOREVER 21 and buy a lot of clothes. While we were there, Ash and Dariel pick up a bunch of revealing clothes for me, while Zayn shakes his head. "Go put that back," he tells them. Ash pouts. "Why? She would look hot as fuck in them?" Zayn rolls his eyes and puts them back himself. While Zayn is gone, Ash and Dariel find some other revealing clothes for me. They rush to the cashier and buy them. I laugh. How did my laugh get so great?
Mason walks up to me, and I give him a big hug, which catches him by surprise. He wraps his arms around me tightly as if I would disappear.
Zayn comes back with beautiful dresses and a couple of shirts and jeans.
I stare at them in awe. "Thank you so much for everything," I tell him. He embraces me, and I can't help but sigh. "I would do anything for you," he says, staring right into my eyes.
I blush and stare at the ceiling, finding it immensely interesting.
And then there's this odd feeling against my neck.
No, not odd. It was a tingling pressure, and I realized it was Zayn's lips. I gasped at the contact. Why did it feel so good? A strangled sound came out of my mouth, causing me to blush. Zayn wrapped an arm around my waist and continued to suck on my neck.
"Bro, chill. You don't want people to think you're trying to fuck her neck," Ash says, coming out of nowhere.
Zayn chuckled and looked at my neck. His gaze darkened and there was a satisfactory gleam in his eyes. "What?" I ask, my breathing still heavy. "Nothing," he growls. "O-ok," I stammer. We finish buying the clothes and head to Victoria's Secret. There were a lot of women giving the boys weird looks. I couldn't blame them, though.
Once we finished, I tried on my favourite outfit Ash snuck.
It's so pretty. I'm going to show the rest of the guys. Maybe they'll like it too.
I head down the stairs and see the boys talking to each other. Ash spots me first and stops talking. "Hot. Fucking. Damn," he says huskily.
The rest of them turn. Zayn's eyes widen while Dariel licks his lips. Mason stares at me.
I start to feel very exposed and turn when Zayn's voice freezes me. "Don't move, cupcake," he says, his tone low. He approaches me slowly and runs his finger along the exposed skin by my stomach. I gasp. Why does he make me feel like this?
"You're playing a dangerous game, babygirl," he says huskily. I blush at the new nickname. I turn around and face him. His eyes skim my body. His face is full of an emotion I can't recognize.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask. "Do you want me to show you how I feel?" he asks, showing no emotion. I think about it and nod my head.
And that's when Zayn kisses me.