𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨, zayn malik

chapter ten

𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗼́𝗺𝗲𝘇 | 𝟭𝟬

as zayn pulls out his set of keys from his pocket, i lean my head upon his arm. he glances down at the side of my face and gently caresses it with his free hand. the gesture makes me smile, cause even though it was something simple, anything zayn did was a hundred times better.

"what's wrong?" he asks, while he unlocks the front door and gently pushes it open. though, we stand still not moving.

i shrug my shoulders. "nothing. i'm just tired."

"do you want to take a bath? i'll set it up for you just the way you love it." he grins, his words already reeling me in. "bubbles, candles, and music."

my lips curve downwards and i furrow my eyebrows together, in return i can immediately see the wrinkles forming. my mother would kill me. "you're missing something very important."

zayn's face looks confused and it's quite adorable. "um, your crystals? what am i missing?"

i can't help but giggle, because he was right. but that isn't what i meant. "no..." i step in front of him, lifting my head up to look into his eyes. "you."

the look of confusion is replaced with a knowing glance we share together. he bites his lip and places his hands around my waist, pulling me against his body and smiles.

"how could i forget that?"

after we take a quick rinse, washing any sand off our bodies in places it shouldn't be, which is normal when you come back from the beach, zayn lets the bathtub fill up.

with a small towel wrapped around my body, i get down onto my knees and open the cabinet underneath the sink. inside is all my bath necessities— bubble bath soap, salts, candles and oils. it's dark except for the numerous candles i've lit that give a soft illuminating glow.

as the tub gradually fills, zayn walks into the hallway and stands in front of our small table that holds our record player with all the vinyl records. i glance at him, he's carefully taking one out of its case and placing it onto the platter. his hand gently picks up the tone arm and sets it onto the outer edge of the record. there's a soft staticky noise that's produced from the speakers before the soft melody plays, iris by the goo goo dolls. he twists the volume dial to the right which increases the volume, just enough to be heard from the room.

he turns around and walks back into the restroom, smiling when he sees that i've been watching him. gosh, he's just so handsome. "is that song alright?" he asks, his thumb pointing in its direction.

"yeah, it's fine."

once i've poured in all the soap and such, he steps into the tub and sits down. i unwrap the towel from my body and let it fall at my ankles. his eyes take in the sight as i take a small stride forward and lay against his chest, my legs stretching out between his. he wraps his arms around me and lays his hands on the lower half of my stomach. anything zayn does is like fire to my body, so butterflies are starting to form inside as he gently runs his fingers back and forth against my skin.

"this is perfect." i tell him, resting my eyes to take in the relaxing vibe we've created. i couldn't ask for more than this. "it's just what i needed."

zayn presses his lips to the side of my head, leaving kisses. "it's been a long day, huh." i nod. as the instrumental plays, he sings along into my ear. "and i'd give up forever to touch you," i let out a soft sigh when his hands glide across my chest. "cause i know that you feel me somehow." his thumbs lightly rub my nipples in a circular motion. "you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be and i don't want to go home right now."

"fuck, i love you." i whisper, as though someone was listening and i only wanted him to hear. in a delicate manner, he bites my earlobe. a second after, no later, my mouth falls open as a faint moan escapes past my lips. "oh my god."

underneath the bubbles that hide our bodies, i can feel his touch lower down my stomach until it reaches between my legs. almost instinctively, i spread them apart as far as they can in our compact space. once my knees touch the sides of the tub, zayn slides his fingers over my folds, almost in a teasing way like he's trying to build up the tension inside me.

"moan for me." he tells me, his voice kind yet stern. and that alone is another thing he does that turns me on even more.

i do as i'm told. "zayn..." i murmur, feeling the knot in my stomach grow tighter and larger. "oh god."

just as he begins to move his fingers in a rhythmic motion that's starting to drive me, absolutely, crazy, his phone that's on top of the toilet vibrates. we take a quick glance at it before returning our attention to each other. zayn raises his other hand and places it over one of my breasts, toying around with my nipple again. another vibrate. and another and another.

"for fucks sake." he curses, groaning in annoyance.

i sit up, trying to regain my breathe. "just answer it and turn it off after." i reach over the round rim of the bathtub and snatch his slim cellphone. curious, i turn it on. the entire screen is filled with messages...from camille.

i'm not sure why but just the sight of these texts ruins my mood. zayn runs his hand through his hair and asks, "who keeps blowing up my phone?"

"um," i cough. "it's camille."

at the sound of her name, he sits up, almost too fast to be normal. "oh."

i hand it to him. "yeah." he takes the phone and stares at it for a few seconds. then he turns it off and gives it back to me. "you aren't gonna reply?"

he shakes his head. "it's not important. besides," a smirk forms on his face as he grabs my arm, pulling me back down into the warm bubbly water. "we need to finish what we started, don't you think?"

i try my best to push this little incident into the back of my mind, to just ignore it. but as zayn's fingers are touching my body and i'm moaning, i can't help but think of camille.

𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲
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