Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story)

Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story) 9

“Remind me to get in shape.” Hails panted.

“I am in shape and I’m still dying,” I gasped, slumping all the way to the floor.

“Pathetic.” Becs laughed.

“How are you not out of breath?” Hails squeaked.

“Awesomeness.” Becs laughed, hauling Hails up. I was about to scrape myself off the floor when Niall’s hand popped into view.

“We were going to party in our room, I was sent to fetch you.” Niall laughed, dragging me off the floor and wrapping his arm around my waist. We stopped by our room to change into sweatpants and wipe off our make up before following Niall into their suite.

“Welcome to truth or dare!” Harry announced, handing us each a drink, clearly more alcohol than fruit juice.

“We even have tequila for you!” Louis bounced, holding up a gigantic bottle.

“You refuse to do a dare, you drink. You don’t want to tell a truth, you drink.” Liam said, pulling Hayley down by him.

We filled in the circle, I managed to sit opposite from Zayn and tried to keep my eyes away from him. Most of the first dares required us to drink, knowing that the game was always better once people were tipsy.

“RAIN!!!! Truth or dare,” someone called.

“DARE!” I yelped boldly, still dancing around on the couch with Becs from her previous dare.

“I dare you and Zayn to go into the room for the rest of the night and sort your shit out!” Hayley yelled, pushing me off the couch and into the room. I heard a thump and then the door slammed shut.

“Zayn,” I mumbled, feeling around in the dark until the light flipping on blinded me. I looked up and saw that I was inches away from him. “Zayyyynnnn.” I whimpered, pulling myself closer to Zayn.

“I’m not getting back with Perrie, Becs told me that’s why you were worried. I promise-“ I cut him off there, slamming my lips against him and slipping my hand under his shirt, feeling his toned stomach. He pressed against me, slamming me against the wall and pulling my legs up around him so he could get closer. I balanced myself against him, pulling his shirt off. I felt his hands creeping up my shirt. My hands rested on his pants, slowly fidgeting with the button. This movement seemed to snap him out of it. “Are you sure?” He panted, dropping my legs and grasping my shirt.

“I. I don’t know.” I gasped. “I haven’t ever, I mean not really. Not like it’s suppose to. Just. I don’t-“ Zayn cut me off by pressing his lips against mine, causing me to push him towards the bed, not wanting to wait anymore. My shirt was thrown off and Zayn had flipped us over so he was hovering on top of me.

Suddenly Zayn stopped and pressed his face against mine, kissing my forehead and rolling off me. “I can’t. You don’t trust me. Not yet. I want to do this right.”

“Cuddle.” I asked, pulling on Zayn’s shirt over my nakedness. He wrapped me up in his arms, letting me drift off to sleep in safety.

The next day Zayn and I spend the day in bed watching movies and just holding each other. I dozed off at some point and woke up to Hayley and Becs jumping on my bed.

“Up! You have to get ready for your date!” They yelled, dragging me out of the bed and pushing me into the shower. I didn’t process anything until I got out of the shower and was wrapped in a towel.

“Wait…what date?” I asked, noting that they were both still sitting in the bathroom.

“Zayn is taking you out, he told us to get you ready and for you to meet him in the lobby at seven which is in less than an hour so no talking, just dressing.” Becs yelped, throwing my cd skirt that Zayn had gotten me, and a simple black top at me. I pulled them on, leaving Becs to work on my makeup and Hails to play with my hair. I stumbled into the lobby just a couple minutes late, looking up to see Zayn in a blazer and khaki pants.

“Hi…” I muttered, suddenly feeling butterflies overtaking my stomach.

“You look gorgeous.” He breathed, kissing me before slipping his hand into mine and pulling me out to a restaurant.

“This is beautiful.” I gasped, stunned at the private room Zayn had set up for us with cushions on the floor and a projector showing the beginning of ‘The Breakfast Club’. We leaned against each other and munched on the pizza that Zayn ordered. Once the movie had finished and we had eaten more than our share of chocolate brownie cake, we made our way back to the hotel, taking a detour to walk through Central Park.

“Thank you.” I whispered, pressing my lips against his once we had reached my room.

“I just wanted to formally take you on a date and ask you if you’ll be mine.” Zayn whispered.

“Of course.” I pecked his lips again before slipping into my room and going to bed with a smile on my face.