Stalked by Mr Malik!

Ch-29

(Regina’s POV)

“Want ice cream?” Harry asked me and I gave him my you-are-SO-unbelievable look. We were stuck in a motel. It was almost 1. The cops might be chasing us. My boyfriends is nuts. Really awesome!

“No” I simply said.

“Don’t be like this, Reg.” Harry came near me to sit down on the bed beside me. I had stripped off my hoodie and was currently wrapped up in a blanket in a tube top and drenched jeans. Great.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like this?” he held my chin and made me look him straight in the eye.

I stared into those unrealistically gorgeous irises.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” he suddenly said. at first I blushed a shade of crimson red but then in order to lighten the mood in the room, I said:

“Not the most appropriate thing to say at the moment, you know.”

“God…don’t spoil the mood.” He said and went into for a kiss.

The moment his lips made contact with mine I felt an electric bolt run through me. I had never felt like this before. Never ever in my entire life.

“Harry” I said when we pulled away to breathe.

“Yeah” he said, not wanting me to speak rubbish and ruin the moment again.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a nut job.” My impulse spoke before my brain could. Realizing that I had mentioned the L-word, I went in for a kiss even though Harry’s eyes were wide. This time he was the one to pull away.

“What did you just say?” he inquired in a playful manner.

“Not important.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and interlocked my lips with his, again, when the door suddenly opened.

It was the police.

We both stared at each other, eyes wide open. Realizing that Harry wasn’t wearing his wig we exchanged another moment of surprise.

“Was it these two?” the manager of the hotel asked. Within a nanosecond he realized who exactly he was talking to.

“Harry Styles!” he shouted and then all hell broke loose.

The police took the autograph, the manger did, all the residents in the motel did. I guess even those who weren’t in the motel did.

Morning news…

We are everywhere. But guess what I didn’t care of what the paparazzi was saying, what was going on. I just cared about one thing.

He hadn’t said the L-word…yet. 

(Jess' POV)

I stared up at him in awe. That’s it. I just sat there and stood at him. In that moment he was all I wanted. He was so…so…so different. In a good way. He smiled at me, a gentle cute smile that was so much different that his typical smirk or arrogant smile. This was just…perfect. Now, now, this moment…couldn’t be more perfect.

“Zay…” I couldn’t continue. No one has ever done anything this sweet. And what I felt there was a lot like…lo…

No, no, no!

he kept his guitar on its stand and neared me.

“Yes?” he asked me, nearing me.

I answered him by surprising my own self.

I wrapped my arms around his neck (even though he towers over me by 8 inches) and intertwined my lips with his. I bit his lower lip, asking for entrance, and he gave it. Yes, we were doing the French kissing thing but god did it feel good. In that moment I felt complete. Like a part that had been missing since forever had been found.

We broke away only for the sake of oxygen.

‘I should write you more songs, I guess.” Zayn said.

“You can’t play guitar for nuts.” I said and suddenly felt an urge to have his lips onto mine.

“Hey!”  he said.

“Offended?” I asked, even though I wasn’t really in a teasing mood. All I wanted was his lips.

“Naa…” he said, “You can never offend me.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Really.”

“What would you say if I told you that One Direction sucks?”  Of course I did not mean it. Hell no. I was just testing him.

“F*** you.” He said and then crashed his lips onto mine.

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Aw...won't Jess and Zayn make an epic love story. What d'ya all think about Regina and Harry. Are they not cute? 

I want more votes! And comments. Plus the next chapter is the last chapter. Aww... Though we will have the epilogue as well as a spin off/sequal. 

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P.S: Unedited chap! Sorry!!!