Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Eleven

Zayn's Point of View

I watch my little mate from across the room, curled up in my black swing chair that faces the wall perpendicular to me. She hasn't noticed my staring she is so wrapped up in her phone. I would bet a million dollars she's reading on that app again. I believe it's called, Wattpad.

I was supposed to be playing Call Of Duty, but I can't focus on the game with her so close.

I know she needs help. There has to be something else.

I'm sure she hasn't told me everything that went on in the Golden Sun pack. I wish she'd open up to me. I'm her mate why won't she open up to me?

'Woo her, Zayn. Make our mate fall in love with us. Then she'll tell us.'

Javadd's words make me think. She's been here a week and we haven't done anything. Yeah, I've been busy but that's not an excuse.

My phone reads 3:58 pm, it's still early. I want to take her out tonight, but where..?

'Harry!' I call to my Beta. 'SOS!'

'Harold Styles at your service, sir!'

I roll my eyes at my eighty inched flatscreen. 'H..help me think of somewhere to take Tiffany on a date.. Nowhere cliché or boring.'

'Show her the treehouse and the pond we always went to as kids.'

I give it a second to simmer. 'Eh that's a bit cliché, and Tiffany really isn't the kind of girl that likes the woods, I guess.'

While Harry thinks, I take out my phone and Google "date ideas NYC."
I scroll through a few pages until one date catches my eye.

'You could take her dancing?'

Oh god, Harold. In the mirrors to the left of the television, I watch my eyebrows furrow. 'And embarrass myself..?'

'Eh.'

I roll my eyes, but smirk. 'Anywayyy I think I've found something. I need you to call the Brooklyn Museum. Tell them I want it empty six till nine.'

'Sir yes, sir. Right away, sir.'

'..I hate you.'

'Love you too.'

'Link me when you've talked to the museum.'

'K.'

I turn off my X Box and the TV and put my controller in the drawer. I dust invisible crumbs off my lap and fix my shirt before stroll over to Tiffany.

Just as I get a foot away she looks up from her phone. I open my arms beckoning her. "Come here, baby."

I grab her by her arms, hoisting her into my arms. Tiffany whines. Earlier she told me she doesn't care to be carried.

To bad, baby, because I like carrying you.

I tote her back to my sectional. When I sit down, she tries to wiggle away. I feel her relax as she realizes I'm not letting go. "Tiffany..?"

She hums sifting in my arms. Her ringlets fall in her face as she looks up at me.

I pluck each individual curl from her face as I watch her deep brown eyes light up. "I want to take you out..uh tonight?"

"Like a date?" Her eyes widen and grow alive curiosity.

"Yes a date." I softly kiss the tip of her nose.

"Where are we going?"

I stroke her jaw all the way to the left side of her neck, the spot where I will soon mark her. "That's a surprise but I know you'll love it."

She playfully rolls her eyes, "May I ask when we are going?"

"Six, baby girl."

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Tiffany's Point of View

I use one of Zayn's ESPN magazines to fan the glue on my lashes.

It's about 5:30-ish. After asking me out, Zayn cuddled me for what seemed too short of a time. In my week of being mated to Zayn, I have learned he loves to cuddle. I don't really like being carried, but I enjoy being cuddled. I felt so small, but warm and safe in his arms.

As my lash finished drying I head to the closet to fetch my dress. Careful of my makeup and hair I tug my shirt over my head, and pull my dress up over my legs.

I reach for the dresses zipper and let out an exasperated sigh as I realized my arms are too short.

Once I read mates can call each other mentally, even before marking. I say his name over and over in my mind. Just seconds later, I hear a knock at the door and him call my name.

I turn to face the door then call him in. He steps with the powerful cloud of his alpha aura following. Just his presence has my legs quivering and makes something deep inside of me click. Black Tom Fords on his feet, his long toned legs cloaked in fitted black dress pants, a matching suit jacket covers a crisp white dress shirt. One button of the shirt is left open so the tip of his tattoo shows and a white handkerchief is folded in his pocket.

A smirk graces his mouth as one word falls from his lips. "Beautiful," he repeats.

The feeling of blood rushing to my cheeks had become a familiar sensation in the past week. I thank him the comment on his handsome attire then ask him to zip me up.

He agrees but I note how long his fingers spent on the clasp of my bra.

The drive was beautiful but nerve racking. The short ride through suburban and forested upstate New York as the the sun set and the lights of the city at night were gorgeous.

However, the drive became nerve racking as Zayn set his hand on my inner thigh and began to flirt. From the way his eyes glimmered, I gathered that he enjoyed how flustered I was by his sudden coquettish behavior.

Zayn does not seem to have the same possessive and aggressive streak as most male alphas, however, he does seem to enjoy my shy behavior (like most egotistical male alphas).

I'll let him run the show for now but, Athena and I vowed to give our mate a run for his money.

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hey guys!!

so ziffany is adorable. like my poor author/fangirl heart. idk what to do with myself my heart is going to fall part.

annnnnnd tiffany is going to show daddy ...um i meant zayn who's boss.

As a lot of us are going back to school, I'll say this again: you're mental health is more important than grades. Remember that.

All the love xx

-Ashley-

PS: that out tho! We usually see Tiffany in really modest outfits I decided to spice it up a bit. Remember follow Tiffany's Wardrobe on Pinterest I also have boards for Ziffany's wedding and house.