The Royal Misfit - z.m. [Major Reconstruction]

Hiding in plain sight

Sketch made by me on the side! Idk why I made it lol. *drowns in embarrassment* ^^

Venus's p.o.v. :

"Yes. Yes." I panted looking at Zayn whose eyes screwed shut above me.

"Ahhh" he groaned. His beautiful tanned skin was glistening with slight trickles of sweat.

"Right there Zayn." I murmed breathing irregularly.

"Like that?" He asked licking his luscious lips. His lips parted in laboured breath and chest heaved at a steady rate now.

I couldn't help but find this sight undeniably sexy.

"Yeah. You are doing good." I lied smiling at him because after all it was his first time doing it.

I can't just say 'Zayn you aren't doing anything at all!'

I was more tired than him because honestly, I did all the work while he just sat there with a pretty face and pretended.

After lifting his legs something I hadn't anticipated to be heavy, once more, I placed it back on the wheelchair pedal and sighed in exhaustion.

Lifting each of his legs twenty times agonisingly slowly wasn't an easy task. Moreover him not putting a single effort to lift his heavy leg's weight ended in me lifting all of it under the hot sun.

I stood up from my previously crouched position in the garden and stretched my back up.

"This exercise is causing weariness which I can't afford every morning because I have abundant work to look forward to. Isn't there any other alternative for this?" He asked squinting his eyes uncomfortably under the shining bright sun.

I rolled my eyes at his uncomfortable expression. The guy didn't like to come out when the sun is brightly gleaming in full spirit, a phenomenon which rarely happens in London.

He behaves so weirdly sometimes.

"Listen you lazy ass, there is no second option other than exercise to make your chicken legs work back to normal." I frowned as he looked annoyed at the truth.

"Why do you have to utter such a foul language from your innocently beautiful lips?" He asked in a gentle tone baffling me along with him completely.

My heart did a double take as it bounced against my ribcage. Did he just call my lips beautiful?

Judging from his widened eyes staring at me, then quickly making their way to his fumbling fingers and bright pink shade forming on his cheeks I believe he just blurted it out unintentionally.

Smirking I leaned down and whispered "Do you really think my lips are that innocent?"

He gulped unable to answer, his Adam's apple bobbed visibly as the sun's sheen brightly ignited his eyes making the whiskey colour in it churn to golden honey.

This is the very embodiment of gorgeousness.

"You have no idea how sinfully naughty they are Mr. Malik" I claimed thoroughly enjoying the unexpected yet amusing affect I had on him.

His eyes widened at the underlying mischievousness while I bit my lips trying not to burst into fits of laughter at my own cheeky comment and the visible affect I had on poor Zayn.

Clearing his throat he said "We should get inside. I had enough of exercise for today." His tone sounded high pitched almost like a cute abrupt squeal.

That was amusing af.

"We had enough exercise for today" I muttered under my breath. Holding his wheelchair's back handle I pushed it inside the open corridors before he could himself do it.