Zayn's P.O.V.
I sleep and wake up, to Rose right next to me. She's tired, from last night.
"Zayn, we have to go." Rose said, as she applied her eyeliner. "Alright, I'm going." I said, tying my shoes. "Ugh." I hear her whisper. "What's wrong, baby?" I say as i walk towards, her. "Messed up my mascara." She pouted. "You look beautiful with or without make up!" I kiss her cheek. "Thanks." She blushes under her make-up.
As we load our things onto the car, Rose began squealing about something. "What-" i don't even finish my sentence because, there are fans running our way. I close the trunk and open the door for Rose. She steps in and i do the same. "All of those are your fans?" She asks. "Yes." I tell her and step on the gas. "Zayn, be careful!" She squeaks. I continue driving till' i can't see the fans.
"Please, switch your phone to airplane mode. And buckle up." The flight attendant said. I buckled Rose and my self up, grabbed her phone and unlocked it. I went to settings and pressed on airplane mode. It began vibrating and i panicked. I slightly shook her and, tried waking her. "Mm?" Mumbled. "Your phone, baby." I whisper. She grabs it and fiddles with it, and answers. " 'Ello?" Her voice is soft. It takes her minutes to process, what the person on the other side is saying. She finally hangs up, and she looks at me. "He's a survivor." She whispers. I hug her, i think i might suffocate her.
Rose can't keep still, at all. I hug her tight, just to keep her still. "Zayn, i can't stand being here." She whined. "I know. You already have everyone's attention." I kiss her neck, to see if any kind of sexual attention will, keep her still. She runs her hands dthrough my hair and bites on her lip. "Zayn, can we go to the room?" She murmurs, fiddling with my shirt buttons. Thank god, i own a airplane. I nod and stand, walking towards the mini room, shutting the door behind me. I kiss her, and push her onto the bed. I feel her legs wrap around my hips. Rose's fingers find my, shirt buttons. I kiss her neck, making love bites and hickeys. Don't cover these up. This means you are mine now. I hear her soft whimpers and moans. "Zayn." She whines. "Mm?" I murmur. "Slow, soft." She whispered. I knew, she was the one.
Since day, one.
