Vulnerable (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 31

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Daisy's POV
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"Is it still not working?" I mumbled against his neck as he tried to slide the key into the door.

"NO." His shirt was too wet to dry off the key, and I was growing just as frustrated as he was, so I took over.

I took the key from him and lifted up my sweatshirt, wiping the key on my dry shirt. When I placed it back into the door, the red light thankfully turned green.

"Finally." I pulled the handle and before I could even open the door all the way, Zayn had picked me up and pressed my back to the door. We stayed like that as he had his way with me, his teeth surely leaving marks along my skin.

I reached behind as he backed up and shut the door. His hands were holding the backs of my thighs to support me as he stumbled to the couch.

"No bed?" I asked, out of breath.

"We'll get there."

He laid me onto my back, and began to kiss along my jaw, his hands trailing up my sides. I reached down and tried to lift my sweatshirt off, but Zayn pushed my hands away, lifting my arms above my head so that he could lift the sweater off himself.

I moved to get rid of my long sleeved shirt, annoyed with all of my layers. In that moment I wanted nothing but Zayn's skin to be on mine. I wanted to be out of my pesky clothes. But, he stopped me yet again.

Zayn's arms wrapped around my back, holding me tight as he pressed his lips to my neck. I stifled a moan as he lightly sucked at the base near my shirt collar. A squeak released from my mouth when he lifted me off of the couch. I clung to his body as he continued to kiss along my neck and walk us to the bedroom.

I was set lightly on the edge of the bed, when Zayn leaned away and told me he'd be right back. The second he stepped out of the room I threw off my remaining top. When I looked down and saw my bra, I remembered what underwear I had on. Sure, Zayn claimed he liked my superman boyshorts, but it didn't feel like the right occasion.

I ran over to my suitcase and slid out of my jeans as I searched the bag. All that was on top was yoga pants and some more boyshorts, but when I moved them over, a lovely piece of red lace poked out. The red bra that I deliberately removed from Zayn's hands. Leave it to him to put it back.

I could hear water running in the bathroom, so I quickly changed into the red bra and its matching lace underwear. My brush was in the bathroom with the rest of my toiletries, therefore I couldn't do much to my damp hair. I took to it with my fingers and quickly calmed down the frizz that was beginning to engulf my head.

When I heard the bathroom door open I flung myself onto the bed, trying to position myself like you see the girls do in movies...completely awkwardly propped in the middle of the bed with my limbs twitching trying to get comfy.

"Wow..." Zayn said, his eyes heavy.

"Too weird?" I laughed.

"Absolutely not." He walked toward the bed and I got up onto my knees, crawling over to the edge. When I sat back on my heels and he stood at the bedside, we were the same height for once. "You're so beautiful." He tucked my hair behind my ears and pulled my lips to his own. We stayed like that for a moment, soft and sweet. As odd as it seemed, I kind of appreciated that he was focused on my eyes. Never once did his eyes look down at my revealed skin. He was more focused on my lips...something I found endearing.

I reached down and began to tug his shirt off while he assisted me in removing his pants.

"I wanted to do that." I practically growled.