The more days I spend with him, the less I have left. The bomb ticks, as the date for his tour gets closer and closer and he's back to work for another couple months.
It's never been easy being away from him while he's on tour. I literally spend every day thinking about him and every night dreaming about him. And when it's bad, I get a hit by a tsunami wave of tears.
Today's the last day before he leaves for tour.
This is it.
"Babe, you alright?" his thick accent rings in my ears as the car stops at a red light.
"Yeah I'm fine." I chuckle as I give him a smile, retuning my view back to the trees that grew beside the road.
"We're almost there." He states as he steps on the gas, the car speeding down the curvy road.
"Are we going to the forest or something Zayn." I snicker, getting confused at the enormous increase of green.
"You'll see."
It's not long before we reach our destination. Zayn drives the car through a narrow road leading further down the forest.
My jaw hangs as a beautiful small cabin comes into view, surrounded by a field of tall brown grass that rides with the wind.
"Zayn..." I'm speechless as he turns off the car, unbuckling his seat belt as I do the same.
"I used to come here as a child. It belonged to my grandparents." He stares at the cabin with a smile as I admire his passion.
"C'mon." he says as he gets out the car. I do the same as I meet him in the front. He holds out his hand, in which I take gladly. He guides me to the cabin. He surfs his pockets for the keys, and when he finds it, he doesn't hesitate to unlock the cabin door.
"Go ahead." he allows me in as he switches on the lights, closing the door behind him.
It's a simple little cabin. A small living room right when you walk in, along with a kitchen and dining room. The cabin was decorated beautifully. There were many beautiful glass cups and plates in the cupboards, a beautiful furry white rug in the middle of it all. What I liked most was that it was balanced perfectly. It was a dark oak wood balanced out with a couple light oak wood furniture and dark furniture.
"This belonged to your grandparents?" I ask as I turn around to find him looking around also.
"Well, as you can see, my grandmother liked this place a lot. She did most of the decorating. But other than that, yeah." He smiles at me while he slips off his shoes as I do the same and go back to admiring the cabin.
"C'mon." he walks swiftly past me, grabbing my hand along the way, and leads me down the hall way.
I count as I see three doors. He goes through the one at the end of the hall.
"This is my room. I haven't been here in a while so it's pretty empty but, yeah." He allows me in, closing the door behind me.
The room was, like he said, pretty empty. There was a bed, a small couch along with an old tv, and a set of bureaus. He takes a seat on his bed as I follow, sitting beside him.
It's silent as I watch him fumble with his fingers.
He's nervous.
"I leave tomorrow," he begins as he looks at me. "But I want you to know that you won't be alone. You won't have anything to worry about. Every minute, every second I have off, I will take the opportunity to come home."
My eyes sting as I feel myself tear up. I smile at him, cupping his cheek in my hand. I press my lips against his, ever so softly, before releasing the pressure. I back up, still only a couple centimeters away from his lips.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you more."
His lips come in contact with mine, this time with much more force as he pushes my body down onto the bed. I keep my hands on either side of his face as he begins to lick my bottom lip, asking for entrance. When I let him in, our tongues tangle in our mouths as he begins to feel up my torso. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning as he moves his lips to the crook of my neck. He sits up, having me on his lap as he continues kissing the skin of my neck. He slides my knit cardigan off my shoulders, dropping it on the floor. He then grabs the hem of my shirt, raising it upward. I raise my arms allowing him access to pull it off my body. He immediately removes his leather jacket, throwing it on the floor and placing his hands firmly on my waist. I imitate his actions, pulling the hem of his shirt over his head. Like an instinct, my hands go straight for his chest, slowly feeling down his torso.
This part of him turns me on most.
Our foreheads lean against each other, as we breathe slightly heavily. I raise my hands to cup his cheeks again, pressing my lips against his as he lays our bodies back down onto the bed. He undoes the button of my shorts, pulling them off my legs. I feel his hands feel down my lower hip and up past my breasts as my heartbeat quickens. I don't hesitate as I fumble with the buckle of his belt and pushing his jeans down to his lower hip, he does the rest, pushing it off his legs.
His hands reach under my body as I arg my back for easier access. He undoes the clutch of my bra, pulling it off my shoulders and drops it onto the floor. His hands massage over my breast before he leaves a trail of kisses down my body and to my womanhood. He pulls my lace panties down my legs, his lips coming in contact with my core almost immediately. My moans get louder as his tongue moves faster, making me wet.
He rises, leaving yet another trail of kisses before kissing my lips. I tug at the hem of his boxers, pushing them down and allowing him to pull it off himself. He reaches to the for for his jeans.
"No." I grab his arms as he looks at me confused.
"We don't need to use it this time." I gulp as I watch his reaction. his smile grows as his lips return to mine, as of they were magnetic. I feel his length against my core.
"Zayn.." I beg for him to get inside me as he giggles quietly before pressing inside of me. The pain disappears as he begins to thrust harder. I wrap my arms around his neck as he sneaks a couple kisses against mine. His hot breath hits the surface of my neck sending shivers down my spine. After a couple thrusts he pulls out of me. I turn over, laying on my stomach as he inserts his length into my womanhood. I arch my back in pleasure as he begins to thrust. I feel his breaths against the back of my neck as he thrust harder. He sneaks kisses onto the skin of my back, the pleasure becoming unbearable. My moans grow in volume, his doing the same.
It's not long until I turn my body once more, hugging his body onto mine. his thrusts grow sloppy as his moans get louder.
"Zayn...Im..." my breaths get in the way of my words.
"Me too." He sneaks in between breaths, as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier.
Before I could process what was going trough my mind, the feeling of pleasure erupted in my lower abdomen. I could tell he had to as his arms went weak. He collapsed beside me as he kept his eyes on me.
I catch my breath before turning to my side to meet his eyes.
"I'll miss this." He strokes the side of my face softly with his thumb.
"Me too."
