Zayn's P.O.V
"I dont really want to go to the manison but my penthouse is close by, I usually stay in it anyways " he says parking in a reserved space. The building even though it was dark now, was clearly big. Liam laces his fingers with my own and leads me inside and up the elevator. My heart races as we reach the top. There's only one door so I assume its his. My assumption is correct as he opens it and guides me inside. I am surprised with the decor which was highly modern and not antique like the mansion.
"I like it here" I mumble looking up at him smiling. I cross my arms over my chest realizing I was still shirtless and in swim trunks. It got cold outside and my stuff was still in his car. I shiver slightly which Liam takes a notice to. He opens a door to what I assume again is his bedroom. It was simple and a large white bed took up most of the room itself. He opens his dresser drawer.
"Here pick something out" he says gesturing to the clothing then goes to his bathroom leaving me in his room alone. I rumadge through the drawers until I find a nice vneck Grey T-shirt. I put it on and slip my trunks off quickly grabbing a pair of his grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs putting them on. The shirt falls down brushing my knees to my surprise. Liam walks out of the bathroom looking me up and down.
"That shirt is actually too small for me now" he laughs. Liam changed in the bathroom because he walks out with different PJs. While he leaves to go grab some movies I look around his room. His bed looks so.. Comfortable.
Without thinking I jump onto it laying like a starfish sinking into the fluffy duvet and sighing.
"So we will watch the movie in here I guess" I hear liam laugh and his steps as he enters the room. I giggle.
I am suddenly tackled and liam is on top of me my face still in the duvet.
"That was a beautiful fucking sound." He murmurs in my ear chuckling. I giggle again and flip over our noses brush. I flush and look away as he still lays on top of me. He props himself up on his elbows making his biceps flex. I look at his tan flexed arm and run my hand over one muscular bump. His breath hitches. I can feel his stare on my face. He uses one elbow to still hold himself up the other hand grabs my chin forcing me to face him. I blush even more if its even possible.
Our noses continue to brush until his pink lips smash onto my own. Sparks invade my vision and I knot my fingers in his brown short hair. We pull away breathless and he rolls over linking his arm around my waist as we lay on his bed. He grabs the remote while I lay my head on his chest giggling. Unbelievably happy . He runs his fingers through my messy hair as he turns it to movie and the random movie begins playing. We really didn't even care what movie it was.. Just laying together was fine enough.
