Irish Luck

Chapter 26

Chapter 25 ~ Mackenzie's POV

Zayn led me back to his room after I had parted from my friends. I was afraid of what Zayn would think when he saw me without my day clothes on, or my makeup. He casually opened the door for me as I set my stuff on the little drawer across from the bed. I had grabbed my cutest pajamas: black satin shorts and a matching red satin tank top. 

"So, um, do you want to, uh, change in the bathroom?" Zayn finally asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, yeah sounds great," I said, exiting the room and and making my way to the bathroom. I heard some noises from both of my friends' rooms, which made me jealous and scared. I entered the bathroom, changed into my pajamas, trying to make my flat chest look as big as possible. I brushed my teeth with an unscented toothpaste, took my contacts out, the whole deal. I kept my makeup on, though.

I jogged myself back to Zayn's room to see his back turned to me. He had loose pajama pants on and was about to pull a shirt over his head. He turned to see me in the doorway, but I quickly looked like I was busy.

"Hi," he said, then observing my attire, "W-wow." I smirked, walking past his to the drawer. I dramatically swayed my hips as I approached the furniture and set my things on top. I turned around and he was less than a foot away from me, but I didn't jump.

"Is someone staring?" I said, putting my fingers under his chin to lock our eyes.

"How could I not," he whispered.

"Staring is rude, Malik," I said like a baby. I pushed his bare chest lightly with my flat palm and made my way over to the mirror by the door to inspect my makeup. I noticed him staring through the mirror, "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

He was by my side in less than a second, grabbing my waist with grace. Zayn hooked his arm around my back and pulled me close to him. I naturally set one of my hands on one of his shoulders, leaving my other on his flexing arm. He looked down at me, licking his lips. Zayn pulled me closer to his face and I quickly spun myself around and walked in the other direction.

"Oh, I am sooo tired," I said, lifting the back of my hand to my forehead. It was fun teasing him, watching him chase. Zayn was yet again, by my side in a very short amount of time.

"I know what can wake you up," he growled into my ear, behind me. I turned myself around to be only centimeters apart. He grabbed my face and forcefully attached his lips to mine. Our eyes fluttered closed as I put my hands on the back of his neck. His large hands made their way down past my bum and to my thighs to pick my up. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed. Zayn threw me down and climbed on top of me. He was on his knees as my legs were still around his waist. He set one of his hands on my waist and the other on the bed to keep balance. 

Things were getting heated quickly, our kisses getting more passionate and our hands traveling more. Zayn's lips left mine and left a mark at the base of my neck that would soon be noticeable to the public. His right hand slipped underneath my loose satin top as mine traveled his tanned chest. His hand went higher and I quickly pulled my shirt down, especially with my lack of bra, "No no no."

I felt his smile on my lips as he tried again to remove the fabric from my torse, "Zayn, I said no." I was being stern now. Boys are like dogs, you have to train them. He was relentless. Finally I pushed him off of me with all of my strength and got up off of the bed. I cheked the mirror for my hair and he joined me in the mirror. He came close to kiss my neck before I pushed him away.

"Babe," he said, sort of laughing.

"No," I said strictly, "We're going to bed."

"Why?"