Make the Most of It

40. Daddy's Little Girl

So I'm thinking of lengthening the chapters, meaning I might take a bit longer to update from now on. Maybe once every couple days. I just want to spice up the story because I feel like I'm not currently getting anywhere.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! As always, please comment, vote, and share! :)

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I quietly lifted the blanket off my bare body and quickly put on Zayn's big t-shirt to conver myself, even though he was still asleep. I hated leaving like this, but I had important meetings to go to today and it wouldn't be good for anyone if I skipped out.

I walked into the bathroom and smiled into the person in the mirror. Just thinking about last night made me shiver with joy and I loved how there wasn't a single bad thing about it. I giggled by myself and then shut the door to get ready.

After a quick shower, I put on my good clothes and did my hair so it was up and out of my face. Then, I creeped out of the bathroom and to the bed, where Zayn was still snoring lightly.

I bend down and brushed my lips against his cheek and waited for him to stir. When he didn't, I poked at his bare shoulders, but still nothing.

"Zayn," I whispered. "Wake up. I'm leaving."

He hummed in his sleep. "A-already?"

"Mhm. I have a busy schedule today." He groaned. "I'm sorry."

"Will you make it up to me?" He smirked.

"Wasn't last night enough?" I teased. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down so my face was only inches from his.

"It was more than enough. The best night of my life," he smiled, then placed his lips on mine. Soon, his hands danced around on my back and he reached for my top zipper.

"Hmm," I hummed. "I can't." I pulled back and straightened out my clothes as Zayn pouted. "Maybe tonight." That seemed to have brightened his day; he smiled and buried his face into his pillow.

"Bye Zayn. Love you," I called out as I left the hotel room.

"Love you too sweet cheeks," he replied lovingly, but I could tell he was already half asleep.

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The meetings went on for hours and I had to go to a total of three different buildings, all pretty far from eachother. It was so hectic. On the bright side, many designers approved of my line, and they were looking forward to collaborating with me in the future. I guess hours worth of boredom is worth it in the end.

When I got back to the hotel room though, at three in the afternoon, Zayn wasn't where I thought he'd be. I couldn't see him anywhere, but his shoes, wallet, and keys were still sitting where they belonged. Suddenly, I saw a lump on the bed.

I trudged over to the bed and my guess was correct. Zayn was still asleep. I rolled my eyes at him. To wake him up this time though, I was going to play tough.

First, I changed into something more comfortable, leggings and a t-shirt, and then grabbed my pillow and sneaked over to the bed. But, as soon as I threw the pillow down, Zayn shot up so I hit the bed instead of him.

"Missed me." He threw the blanket off his body and looked at me, but all I could seem to stare at was his bare chest. He notticed me looking and smirked.