Zayn's Maid

Chapter 14

Perrie's P.O.V

He took my hand and steered me towards the first shop visible, my legs frozen and stiff. I had never actually been to a proper shopping centre before as I was stuck in POG, never mind this designer stuff.

The first was Hollister, an odd dark shop that felt clamy and smelt like the beach or tropical fruits inside. He smiled and held me by the shoulders as I stared in awe at the ridiculously expensive clothing...well, it was for me anyway.

"Well? Are to gonna stand here and stare at it or actually buy something?" he said impatiently.

"Okay, okay," I sighed, moving around in the rather cramped space to actually see the clothes.

I picked up a gorgeous white lace dress and chewed my lip at the price tag, looking back at Zayn nervously.

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned at me cheekily, clearly picturing me in it.

"Try it on," he suggested and I considered it, moving along the rails and picking more items to experiment with.

He pointed towards the bikinis and I rolled my eyes, slapping his arms playfully...but there were a couple I had my eye on.

I carted my bundle towards the changing room, relieving my arms from the weight. He smirked at me and I slipped in, tugging my jeans to my ankles.

The lace dress clung to my curves slightly, but strangely made me look slimmer. I peered round the door to find Zayn patiently waiting, his eyebrow narrowed.

"Can I see or are you gonna hide?"

I bit my lip and stepped out, crossing my arms behind my bak. His eyes widened and I blushed in the darkness, his eyes perving on me.

"Is it-"

"Wow," he breathed, having to avert his eyes for a second.

I frowned at him and tried something else, a pair of very tight skinny jeans and a practically see-through jumper.

He tilted his head slightly and peered at my chest, licking his lips.

"Zayn!" I cried, running back in and tugging it off, that was definitely a no.

I started to enjoy myself trying on all these different clothes, Zayn either nodding his approval or laughing hysterically at me.

"Wait here," he said, running off to the shop again.

He returned with a truly hideous fur body warmer from last season, forcing me to try it on. I giggled but tried it on anyway, laughing at myself in the mirror. A flash caught the corner of my eye and I turned round to find him snapping pics of me, feeling uncomfortable.

"It suits you."

I frowned at him and shrugged it off, wrapping a tartan scarf round my neck to compete the look, striking a pose. He took more pictures of me but I ignored it, enjoying the moment.

I saved the best outfit till last that I knew he would like, struggling to get it on myself. He knocked on the door and managed to unlock it, catching me off guard as I tied the red bikini round my back. I screamed and held my boobs up to prevent the skimpy top from sliding off completely, his eyes scanning my body.

He braced his arms on the wooden panelling behind me, moving closer to my half-naked body and breaking out in a sweat.

"Damn it Perrie," he whispered hoarsely, his finger tracing my lips.

My heart beat hard in my chest and I didn't know why, his hands slipping round my back and untying the strap. It fell between us, his body pressed against me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, his mouth, his neck, his lips...

He kissed me suddenly, my mouth letting out a small moan. His crotch pressed between my thighs, pulling them apart and pushing me upwards. I whimpered and threw my head back, pushing his lips towards my neck. His mouth felt so good against my body, he sent electricity through my veins and made my heart beat ten times faster. I grazed my teeth along his jaw line, making him groan from my touch.

There was a knock on the door, making us freeze in position.

"Everything okay in there?" said a friendly voice on the other side.

"Uh...yeah, thanks. I'll be two minutes," I fumbled, sliding down Zayn's hips and pulling my clothes back on.

"That was-"

"Sssshhh!!!"

He pressed his lips together until it looked like they had disappeared, shutting him up for once.

I peered round the door before we quickly slipped away, no one spotting us.

"Are you gonna buy something?"

"No," I sighed, admiring the two items that I craved for," nothing really suited me."

"Shut up," he said firmly, taking the dress and little red bikini from my arms.

I followed him as he walked up to counter, sinking his hands down my jeans pocket and pulling out the cash.

He counted it out an handed it over, passing the bag to me. I rather liked the half naked model on the front.

"There," he declared," one down, at least a million to go."