One Direction Preferences Part 2

You Get Locked In Somewhere

You Get Locked In Somewhere

Zayn: “Zayn, come onnnn….” you whine again. “Everyone is practically gone!”

“Hold on, babe! I can’t find my gel!” You roll your eyes, madly searching so you could finally leave and go back home. Zayn and the rest of the boys had a concert tonight, but all of them had already left. Being Zayn’s ride home, you wait for him, anxious for the two of you to enjoy some alone time together. The encore had ended two hours ago, and you were still searching. Only Zayn would refuse on buying a new bottle and insisting to search for a hair product.

“Zayn.” you huff. “We can buy another fucking bottle of the same brand! We can even pick it up on the way home. Come on, hon. Can we go now?? Please?!” Zayn scratches his stubble for a second, staring off into space. Suddenly, his face lights up. He spins around to the cabinet. “Zayn….” you say. “You already checked there.” Zayn bends down, searching through it again. You try not to smirk, but instead, enjoy the view he was giving you.

“Aha!” he calls triumphantly, lifting the small silver bottle with a cocky smile teasing his lips.

“Awesome. Can we go now?” Zayn laughs, motioning you forward. “What?” you ask, cautiously taking a step towards him. He wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly to him and kissing your forehead. “Zayn!” you squeal, laughing.

“Mmm…” he purrs, chuckling into your hair. You try to squirm free, but he just holds on tighter before letting you go. “Let’s go now, beautiful.” He intertwines your fingers, his other hand resting on the small of your back as he guided your forward. You open the backstage door, heading down the dark hall to the back entrance. You wiggle the handle, frowning when it won’t budge. Zayn reaches around you, kissing your cheek as he grabs the doorknob. After messing with it for a bit, he sighs, turning you both around to head to the arena. “Guess we’ll just have to use the front entrance.”

After walking around the stage and seats to the front door, you try to push that open also, just to find it won’t move. “Uhhh…. Zayn?” you say, turning around to face him.

“Don’t say this one won’t move either!” You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “SHIT!” Zayn starts shoving against the door, trying to make it open.

 “Zayn.” you say calmly. He ignores you, pushing his body against the door. “Zayn!” With a huff, he turns to you. “I think we’re stuck.”

Frustration covers his face as he tries to think of a way out. You smile, taking a step towards him as you rest a hand on his cheek. His deep brown eyes meet yours, his long eyelashes framing them. Slowly, you lean forward, kissing his lips. You let your lips linger as a growl builds in his throat. His hands make their way to your waist, up your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and back down to your hips. You smile against his mouth, pulling away as you stare at his confused expression.

“Catch me if you can.” you wink before turning on your heels and running into the arena. You laugh as you hear him chuckle behind you, his feet padding against the concrete floor. You giggle, running blindly in a floor row, ducking behind the seats.

“(Y/N)…. Come outttt….” Zayn teases, his footsteps slowing. You crawl forward, farther away from the sound of his breathing. Suddenly, a bright light is shown down at you. “Gotcha!” he yells, as you squeal, jumping up as he darts after you.  You run, diving onto the stage and scrambling behind it. You hear his melodic laugh once again as you hide behind the curtains, twisting yourself into them. His footsteps stop as you hold your breath. “Marco….” he whispers. “Marcoooo….” The curtains are quickly pulled apart, his wide smile sparkling at you. “Polo! Ha!” You try to run backwards, but the curtains stop you. “Trapped.” Zayn states with a wink as his arms pull the thick fabric apart, pulling you to the middle of the stage by your waist. He tickles your waist as you grasp the collar of his shirt, pulling him to you. Your lips meet each other, hungrily as he moans again, grinding his slender body against yours.