Baby Steps (Z.M) Book One✔

~19~

I left him sleeping.

My hands gave their last gentle pinch feeling his body soften under my palms. He was warm, smelled like some type of expensive body wash but it was delicious. I couldn't resist the urge of running my hands through his hair leaving him more drained then before. His hair so soft, silky and messy.

Zayn looked so beautiful in his sleep. His profile looked younger and relaxed. His jaw line sharply smoothed and his eyelashes were unbelievably long and thick. He was a beautiful human being, inside and out. It was one of the reasons why I was too into him or inlove maybe? There hasn't been a day of not thinking about him and wanting him badly. For some reason, what I am doing, doesn't feel wrong. I mean even though it looks like it is, I feel like I belong here by his side as something more than a fuck buddy.

I am not a fuck buddy...

I pouted at that idea, my eyebrows met and my hands moving softly on his shoulders as I finished the massage. He was sound asleep, I made sure of it so I slowly crawled off of him and positioned myself aside of him. Gently and with caution, I made sure my movements didn't wake him up as I patted my way to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I glanced at the mirror seeing my 'just had sex' hair and my lightly smudged makeup all over my face.

My pail face.

What was it that Zayn saw in me?

It took me a moment and hesitated to even think I was better then his girlfriend. Even though it kinda hurt to say the 'g' word, I was still curious. She was a model.
She has a beautiful face.
A sculptured body.
Talented.
What do I have?

"Nothing" I softly mused...

Yet here I was, in his hotel room and in my underwear casually standing in front of a mirror. Observing all of my defects from the smallest freckle to the last sight of a pimple.

I was plain.

But Zayn likes plain, right?

I sighed in a shrug and leaned againts the sink, letting my red hair fall aside of my face. I had to get a grip and not let myself fall for a world I didn't fit in.

I couldn't, his world was to high for me to reach.

Zayn's world.

"Babe?"

The abruptly knock made me flinch catching me off guard and cleared my voice.

"Yeah, I'm in here".

"Open up" he chuckled.

I gave myself a glance at the mirror and whipped the smudged make up with my fingers as I calmed my tight face. My fingers wrapped themselves around the door knob and opened the door exposing a naked chest, ruffled hair and just woken up face Zayn with a casual smirk.

"You cat" he mumbled.

"Cat?".

"Yeah you noddy" he yawned and entered as I closed the door behind me.

"I...don't get it" I said confused.

"You sacred me when I woke up" he finally spoke right and clear as he leaned againts the sink crossing his arms with tired fluttering eyes.

"Oh.." I said, "Can you take a moment and appreciate the struggle it took me to put you asleep?".

I walked up to him with a lifted eyebrow, my hands slowly slithering up his chest and wrapped them around his kneck. He after caught along and placed his hands on my waist with a cute lazy but amused smile.

If I could just have a camera and snap a picture of just woken up Zayn, believe me, I would be so happy. It was the little things I appreciated about Zayn and admiring the small defects he had. That adorable smile, those chocolate irises and simply himself was mesmerizing that left anybody breathless. I was so dman lucky, how in the world did I manage to get this luck?