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"I just want to make you mine..."

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Chapter 25
July 27, 2015
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Ella had been asked to accompany Zayn, on his Miami trip, back to see his family for the Fourth of July.

Zayn was watching her pack the rest of her things.

"What time did you want to leave?" Ella asked him.

He sighed, "Maybe we'll be better off leaving around 10:00 a. m.
Our flight doesn't leave until 2:00 in tomorrow afternoon, but just to be safe, we will leave around ten."

"Sounds good" Ella smiled cheekily at him.

He laughed, shaking his head.

"What?" she asked, poking his cheek.

"You're such a little darling. You've no idea how cute you are" he grabbed her hands, pulling her so that she was standing between his legs.

"You're my boyfriend. You have to say stuff like that." she said, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

He let go of her hands, so that he could grab her hips, making her giggle a bit.

"Zaynie?" Rebecca called, walking directly into Ella's bedroom.

Zayn and Ella's heated kiss was stopped abruptly, as Zayn casually laid down on Ella's bed, whilst she walked around to her dresser.

"Wait, did I interrupt something?" Rebecca asked, smiling evilly at the couple.

"Nope. Not at all" Zayn chuckled.

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The flight had been long, and so had the drive from the airport.

The air was humid, making Ella feel sticky, and gross. Of which she hated.

But with Zayn by her side, there was nothing that she wouldn't have done.

"The thing about my family...they're all very clingy people. They're going to want to know every little detail about you, so be prepared. And knowing my mom the way I do, she will be saying 'I love you, daughter' by the end of this next week." Zayn said, helping Ella out of their rental car.

"Am I not going to be her daughter, at some point?" Ella looked deeply into Zayn's eyes.

He scoffed, then pinning her against the door of the car, he kissed her lips more passionately, and hungrily than he thought he ever had.

"You'll be my missus very soon, my love" he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arm around her waist, as he opened the front door of his mothers house.

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