Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 23

The song for this chapter is Yellow by Coldplay(:

*Camille's POV*

"Home," I smiled and stepped into the front room of my apartment. Zayn followed me inside shortly after and met me in my bedroom as I threw my two suitcases on the bed. I ended up jumping flat onto the open space of it, sighing in relief at the comfort and familiarity. "Mm," I hummed, a lazy smile lacing my already upturned lips. "I missed this."

Zayn laid on his back beside me, his arms traveling up to rest behind his head. I noticed that he did that a lot, whether it be when the two of us were watching a movie or when we were lying on the couch and talking (which we did a lot), he always folded his arms behind his head. It's nothing significant, but it's something I picked up from watching him so much. I found it quite cute.

"Yeah, I can't wait to go home and get back into mine. I hate being out of routine."

"But you like visiting your family?" I expelled.

"Right. My life is basically just one big contradiction."

I giggled and eventually closed my eyes as I relaxed in silence. I loved being around Zayn. He made me happier and he always made my stomach erupt with butterflies. He was pretty much perfection, and since I'd gotten to know him, I picked up on a lot of different things he did.

When he breathed, it was loud and through his nose, but it didn't annoy me. His breathing was always calm and steady and it acted as a comforting incentive for me. I noticed that he liked to always be moving in someway; tapping his foot, wobbling his leg, drumming his fingers, or running his tongue along his teeth or lips. I knew he wasn't afraid to ask or tell me things and I don't think I would ever be able to keep something from him at this point either. We shared a mind and everything.

My eyes remained closed as his fingertips trailed up and down my arm. I smiled and he continued. To my surprise he leaned over and grasped both of my hands, carefully pulling me up to lay on his chest.

I released a quick laugh and poked at his cheek while he smiled. "Well aren't you strong?" I complimented.

"Well I mean..." He raised his arm to flex his biceps for me. I smiled at him as I leaned in to kiss his lips. I loved him, I really did. It was the little things about him that I loved but he was incredible.

His large hands moved up to loosely tangle in my hair and mine went to his cheeks as I kissed him, a smile accompanying each one. Each was relatively quick and small, but every peck counted when you loved someone.

I'm unsure of how long we kissed for, but I eventually strayed from my current destination. I drew my lips to the corner of his mouth, followed by his right cheek and gradually moving to his jawbone. It was long and rigid and I loved it. I drifted to his neck next. He inhaled a sharp breath as my lips came in contact with the place his jawline met his throat. I returned my gentle lips to that spot and he turned his head away to allow me more access. His arms came around to encircle my back and tightly hold me to his frame as I continued. I smiled wider as I witnessed him desperately trying to keep himself under control, despite my teasing and playful acts of affection towards him.

I pulled the top of his shirt down with my index finger to reveal his collarbones- oh my, God, don't even get me started on them. I had an odd love of collarbones and it didn't help that he had such nice, defined ones. My fingertips felt down his neck and ran over the divots of his bones, my lips following the same course as my fingers. My left hand remained on his face as I tenderly ran a thumb over the prominent cheek bones. His struggle to keep his cool was made apparent as he released the breath he'd been holding, my lipwork becoming too much to handle. His hands pulled mine away from his body and made me stop to look at him. "Jesus, Camille. What are you trying do to me?" he breathed. The start of a small smile did not go unnoticed by me.