Yours Only - Malachi Barton

7

Currently my body felt like it was simply going to disintegrate, that or fully crumble. Jet lag is no joke. And especially since we had been travelling all day, it was hitting me harder.

After we landed and got to the hotel, I had dragged Mk into my hotel room as I felt we hadn't seen each other much when travelling earlier.

Mk was lying on top of the covers with his head on the pillow, to which I used him as a pillow, nestling my head on his chest. He placed his arm round my back to comfort me.

God I just need a nap, and this is the most perfect position. The regular beats of Mk's heart sounded just like a lullaby. I could honestly fall asleep right here, right now. I was probably already drooling.

We laid together like this for a couple of minutes chatting quietly before Mk disturbed my peace.

"Come on we should probably get ready for the party." Mk said tapping my back with his hand to get my attention. To which I propped myself up on my elbows to face him, still in between his arm and himself.

"Do we really have to go?" I asked him, really considering skipping and catching up on well needed rest. Which would be totally plausible now.

I mean whose smart idea was it to host a party on our first day in New Zealand after travelling all day. We haven't even been in the country for 7 hours and people were already making plans. When I say people, I mean Mk's mates who live in New Zealand. It was kinda cool that there were other people we could hang out with whilst here, that weren't the cast.

"Kay, we can't. You promised Malachi that you would go." Mk reminded me. God I hate him for being so loyal.

"Yeah but I'm sooo tired, and a party will just take it out of me." I said whilst bringing the back of my hand to my forehead and falling back on to Mk's chest. Honestly the dramatics, I should be an actress.

"I guess you'll just have to stay here then." He nodded at me holding in his laughter, "Just means there will be more drinks for me. What a shame." He then carried on.

This spiked my interest. And no I'm not an alcoholic even if yes it runs in my mother's side, I'm just a teenage girl trying to have some fun. The last time I had gotten drunk must have been at least two months ago, when I played shot or dare with Ariana. I think I owed this to myself. And no I'm glamourising underaged drinking, I'm just partaking.

"Ok ok. I'll go. Now stop begging me." I said now fully getting up off of my propped elbows and making my way to my suitcase.

If I was going to go to this shitty little apartment party I was going to look gorgeous. Oh yeah I forgot to mention, this party is in a strangers house. I could get murdered. Well when I say stranger, it is one of Mk's New Zealand mates who organised it, I think his name was Austin. But still a stranger to me.

I hurriedly pushed my suitcase into the middle of the floor and unzipped it, revealing its contents. Rummaging through my perfectly folded clothes I came across a couple outfit options.

"Black or denim mini skirt?" I asked Mk who was still laying on my bed looking at me. Only now his arms were behind his head.

"Uhhhh." Of course he was confused, he's just a silly boy who doesn't understand how detrimental a good outfit can be.

"Come on Mk." I say with a sense of urgency in my voice whilst waving round the skirts in the air.

"Okayyyy, denim." See Mk that wasn't too hard. The denim mini skirt was beautiful, it was low waisted and had these really cute details on the back pockets.

"Now black baby tee or blue corset." The blue corset makes my tits look amazing, but the baby tee really accentuated my waist.