Mission abroad

Chapter 8

I could feel the warmth of another body radiating into mine. Zayns breath tickled my neck , tucking himself around the frame of my body. i rolled over in my big white sheets to take in the view of the man holding me. his jaw line was perfectly angled, my fingers traced its edge. his eyes were closed, but the warmth of the golden colour still entised me. his hair was ruffled and his breath was warm. i doubt many people have seen him this way, peaceful. i smiled at the thought that i was allowed into his mind. my fingers ran down his neck, circuling his adams apple and tracing his pecks. a grin graced his lips and he lifted one eyelid.

"what are you doing?" he asked, ammused at my study of his form.

"just looking" i smiled. i ran all of my fingers up and down his chest.

"you had your chance last night" zayn brought his forehead onto mine kissing me playfully.

"do you mind waiting?" i pouted, waiting for his responce

"ofcoarse not, i just want to know why im waiting" zayns lips found my neck  keeping his playful tone

" well i want my first time to be special, and not because the guy is famous!" zayns kisses stopped and he pulled away.

"your first time?" zayns eyebrow arched, and he looked to see if i were joking.

"did you think i had done it before?" i raised my eyebrow this time, mocking him. 

"YES!" he exclaimed

"why?"

"well, look at you, how could no one try to sleep with you?" he looked utterly confused

"zayn, people tried, that doesnt mean i had to give in. i didnt love them, i didnt want to be with them. i want to wait until im sure" zayn looked at me like i was from another planet

"whats wrong?" 

"i- uh- i have so many questions" he laughed which lightened the mood

"zayn, my first time doesnt have to be with you, we might never end up doing it, but if we do, its the same as any other time, im just not as experianced, dont worry so much" i ran my fingers through the back of his hair, trying to calm him down, but it seemed to have a reverse effect. he groaned rolling over and dragging me with him until we stood out of the bed. we had a fitting and we both had the day off. 

Zayn rummaged through my bathroom for some hair product, every once in a while i would hear a groan of bitter disappointment. i got dressed into a pair of blue lace jeans and a white jumper, while zayn refused to leave the appartment until his hair was perfect. he was beautiful, he didnt need it but he insisted. i on he other hand dont really care about my looks, i barely wear make-up and never even straighten my hair unless it an occasion. i became so frustraited i walked out of the appartment, their was a store around the corner that would sell hair product. i took the stairs and instantly i saw paparazi, not many but a few. i lifted my jumper over my head, id never dealt with the paparazzi on my own, so im not looking forward to it. i walked out of the building and flashes streamed through the jumper. paparazzi kept yelling questions to me, a few about Zayn, but mostly, they just wanted to know stuff about me. i didnt answer them, but i felt terrible about it. Zayn has told me to ignore them but i dont like doing that. i walked into the store and peeked through the jumper to find the hair product, i looked like such a weirdo. i brought the hair product and walked back home still covering my face. once i reached the stairs i was safe and walked up to my appartment.

"honey im home!" i yelled out and Zayn was cross legged in the loungeroom watching tv. i walked closer and he was watching cartoons. 

"mummy, got you a present" i said in a childish voice to mock him. Zayn didnt look phased, he looked excited to finally do his hair. he took the product and thanked me before walking into the bathroom. i sat on the couch waiting an finally he walked out.

"it will do, now lets go" he smiled. we walked downstairs hand in hand and i pulled my jumper over my face until i was in Zayns car. we drove to some designer whos name id never heard of's building to try on our outfits. zayn and the guys all wore the same suit, black. well to me it was black but to them it was just the right shade of black. i sat on the couch with liam and louis girlfriends, they were so friendly and kind, we started mocking the guys and their 'perfectly black suits' before we were aloud to try our dresses on. Elenore's dress was a dark blue, wrapping tightly around her body. Danielle's dress as a black chiffon dress which flaughnted her curves. i walked into the dressing area and felt ill. i put the dress on and i felt like i was going to throw up. 

"Zayn!" i called out and he came running

"zayn i cant wear this, its rediculously extravogant! no offence" i directed to the women dressing and pinning me. 

"Madeline, you look amazing trust me, whats wrong?" 

"i dont want the attention, i dont really deserve the attention" my eyes verged tears and zayn came over to hold me. he whiped them away and pulled me to face the mirror. i was draped it a red dress that wrapped tightly around my curves flowing to the floor. it pooled onto the ground and cut from the thigh to show some leg. it was a beautiful dress and i fell in love with it, but i didnt feel that i should be wearing it.

"that beautiful girl, three days ago, made me fall head over heels for her. i no its weird and crazy to give yourself something you deserve, but you do deserve to wear that dress, it was made for you" zayns encouragment forced me to walk out of the dressing room like everyone else and allow the designer to make the final call. zayn walked over to sit with everyone else and harry gave him an approving nudge which boosted my confidence on the dress. the designer came up to me putting his arms on my sholder and whispered to me

"do you like the dress?" i smiled

"i love it" 

"dont let anyone ruin it for you, even yourself" he smiled and i knew i had found my designer from now on.

Zayn and i left the design studio together and zayn desided that we needed a night inside, again. ive  only been in london a week and i havent even seen big ben. but Zayn promised we would go see everything after tomorow night. which i was looking forward to.