HER Tearful Heart - Zauren

37 - Decisions...

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So, one day left until we get to Miami. One day until I'm able to see my family-I mean, my parents, who I haven't been with for a long time.

It's also one week until the whole Luis matter will rise up and I'm honestly fearing it a little bit. I'll have to tell my parents, because Zayn says it's the best thing to do. Luis will probably show up, and I'm sure Zayn will get all worked up. As will I, because, I'm scared shitless of him. And how could I not be, right?

He's already made sure to scare me with all those phone calls and shit. It's like he enjoys all of it, messing with my mind and with my emotions.

And that's exactly why I've reached to a decision today. I just hope it all works out.

I knock on Zayn's hotel room and 2 seconds later he opens the door. His chest exposed, as he was wearing only his sweatpants.
I roam my eyes around his toned and tattooed chest until he chuckles, breaking me out of my trance.

"Hi." I wave shyly at him.

"Hey there." He smirks, letting me in and closing the door right after.

"So, what's up?" I ask, plopping down on his bed.

"Nothing much, I was actually just sketching. I don't have much to do. What about you babe?" He asks as he continues in with whatever it was that he was sketching.

"Oh, I just came down to see you cause I missed you." I say, moving on the bed, so I was right beside him to peek at his drawing. "Wow, that's so cool!" I say, actually amazed. He's drawings always amaze me. He has such great skills.

He was sketching the sky, but adding so many colors to look like it had fell down a bucket of paint.

"Thanks." He says, but then he turns to me, smiling, and closes his notebook, letting it slide down on the floor.

"So you missed me, uh?" He asks playfully.

"Yes, very much indeed!" I tease him, trying to copy his British accent.

"You have to stop that! You're terrible at it!" He laughs.

"Oh, shush! My British accent is quite good!"

"Whatever you say!" I giggle. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and I finally start building up the courage to do what I intended to when I fist came here.
This is it Lauren.

Here we go.

I straddle his lap, and start playing with the hem of his shirt, while staring at his dry lips.

He licks them, as if he knew what was about to begin and I look back down at my hands.

I don't know if I can do this, but I have to give it a go.
I love Zayn. So this should be easy right!?

No. It's not. I'm shaking and so incredibly nervous to do this. I don't know if I can go ahead with it... But I have to.

I look back up at his eyes and lick my own lips.

"What's going on?" He asks, placing his hands on my tights, running them up and down.

Ok, this is actually helpful... I guess.

"Nothing." I mumble, my eyes still pressed to his. "Nothing at all."

"Are you sure?" He asks again, titling his head to the side. A frown making its away across his beautifully designed face.
He leans in, our lips connect softly as he senses my distress.

"No." I whisper, his breath slowly meeting my shallow one, our lips only millimeters apart.

I shouldn't drag this. I should just do it and there! But no, here I am getting all worked up, getting him worked up.