"Babe, you look so cool."
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The Artist - Jay Sean
Chapter 37
August 9, 2015
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"Ella, baby. Are you ready?" Zayn asked, knocking on their hotel rooms bathroom door.
"Sure thing, lover" she said, stepping out in a pair of skinny jeans, a white blouse, and a cardigan.
"You look gorgeous"
"Thank you" Ella said, pulling the zipper of her knee high boots, up.
Zayn had taken Ella to New York City a few days before New Years, so that she could watch the ball drop.
As they made their way through the crowds, Zayn held her tightly. The last thing he wanted, or needed, was to lose her in the multitudes of people.
It was 30 minutes before midnight, when they stood in Times Square.
Her eyes were shining bright, as she looked at everything in absolute amazement.
He pulled her into his arms to keep her warm. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as she leaned against his chest.
At exactly 10 seconds before midnight, Ella began a countdown.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."
Zayn spun her around so that her lips were brushing his.
"Happy New Year" he whispered, before kissing her lips.
She grabbed onto his shirt, as he leaned her backwards.
Ella began to laugh, even while still kissing Zayn.
He stopped, and hugged her.
Ella's gaze met his, and in that moment, they were infinite.
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear. For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne" her soft voice sang.
•••
He took her hand as he ran down the hallway, and to their room.
Ella giggled as he speedily tried to get the room key card to work, but failed when he put it in upside down.
She snatched the key from his hand, and gracefully slid it into the slot with ease, unlocking the door.
Zayn pulled her into the room, slamming the door, and pressing her roughly against it.
His hands travelled her body, stopping at her breasts, squeezing gently.
For one of the first times, Ella moaned into his mouth, making Zayn groan.
He pressed himself against her, and Ella squealed.
"Someone is very excited." she whispered, taking his hand, & leading him to the bed.
"Looks like I'm not the only one." Zayn smirked, watching her as she began to remove her clothing.
He casually propped himself up against the headboard, hands behind his head, as Ella stripped down to her undergarments.
"Your turn" she smirked back at him, mocking his pose against the headboard.
Zayn groaned, but did as asked, removing every piece of clothing on his body, other than his boxer briefs.
He sat back down beside Ella, waiting for her to make the call.
She climbed into his lap, and he placed his hands on her hips.
"How you doin'?" she asked, leaning down to kiss his neck.
Zayn smiled, pulling her body flush against his, as Ella continued to pepper kisses down his neck, and his collarbone.
"Does baby love want to play?" he asked, probably sounding a bit like a sex crazed maniac.
But this girl, she drove him crazy.
She moaned against him. So he flipped her, so that she was lying beneath him.
"This is the year that Zayn Malik is finally going to have some of the best luck. This is the year of the Malik's."
She smiled, pulling him down to kiss his lips.
"Your bra is a pretty pink. But I like you naked, honestly." he whispered in her ear as he unhooked her bra.
She stopped it from sliding down her arms, & looked at him. "Now, look here, Mr. Loverboy, you better like me just as well fully clothed in every piece of clothing that I own, as well as naked."
He grinned cheekily, and bit her lip. "You know I do"
"Good thing, baby."
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Ella's scream was most likely heard by the neighbors, as Zayn thrusted into her.
Her nails dug into his back, as he continued to love her, incredibly hard.
She had asked, or told him, to 'do her' very, very hard. So he wasted no time doing so.
And when she reached her state of euphoria, a stream of profanities left her mouth, leaving him astounded.
Once they had both come down from their highs, Zayn wrapped his arm around Ella.
"The wedding is in 3 weeks" she whispered, kissing his ear.
"But you can go ahead and call me Mrs. Zayn Malik."
