Zayn's Maid

Chapter 30

Zayn's P.O.V

I couldn't help but look at her as she lay in front of the fire, her hair sprawled around her, the silk throw jus covering her body. The flames reflected off her eyes, making her skin glow in the dim light. Her head cocked up and looked over at me, a smile growing on her face.

"No, no," I cried, "wait there, don't move."

I ran up stairs to get my camera, fixing the lens in place and smiling at old memories. Before the X Factor and One Direction, I wanted to be a photographer and paint street art as a profession. I could picture the shot in my mind and it was beautiful, I had to capture it.

She looked scared as I appeared in the living room again, staring at the camera in my hands.

"Zayn...what's that?" she asked nervously.

"Sssh. Relax," I whispered, "I used to be into photography and art...you look stunning."

"You want to take pictures of me?"

"Is that okay?"

She took a deep breath and nodded, getting into position again.

"Just relax..."

I snapped away at her, the camera not capturing just how beautiful she was. She stared at the fire and pretended I wasn't there, the flames flicking and crackling. I sat back and looked at the pictures, smiling to myself. She sat up and watched me, biting her lip nervously.

"Are they...okay?" she asked.

"Okay? That's the understatement of the century," I laughed.

I crawled over to her and wrapped my arm round her shoulder, flicking through the shots and grinning. Her eyes widened, tracing her slender body on the screen and gasping.

"That doesn't look like me..." she breathed.

I kissed her neck and laughed softly into her skin, dropping the camera by her feet.

"Your so photogenic," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled and leaned into me, her head heavy on my shoulder.

"I'm tired..." she whispered.

I smiled and lifted her from the floor, her body like a rag doll in my arms. She fell asleep within seconds due to pure exhaustion...which was party my fault I guess. I lay her down and watched as she slept peacefully, the throw still wrapped around her body. I noticed a purple mark on the inside of her leg and lifted the sheet slightly, wincing at what I had done to her. There were large bruises on her thighs which I had created...yet she didn't complain once.

"I'm sorry," I whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek softly, "I love you..."