Talk dirty [Zayn Malik]

I like kissing you whenever I want to.

I woke up early the next morning, I had the dance hall booked and needed to get ready. I let Zayn stay round last night so he slept on the sofa, i'll wake him up when i'm dressed. 

I had a shower and tied my hair into a high ponytail, teasing the crown of my head, before slipping into a pair of black leggings and a light pink crop top with straps across the chest and back, to keep the baggage in. I took my phone of charge and packed it inside my bag, along with earphones, a portable speaker system and the notebook containing all my choreography.

"Get up quiffs." I fluffed my hand through his hair as I walked past his sleeping body to the kitchen.

"What time is it?" I hear him mumble through the sheets.

"About eight." I shout through to the other room, "Want some toast?"

"Yeah, please." I hear my floorboards creak as he gets up, "Sleep okay?" He leans on the door frame in his T-shirt and boxers.

"Yeah, I did actually thanks. You?" I return the question as the warm toast pops up.

"Yes, for once in my life." He smiles at me and starts to move closer.

"You don't usually?" I realize how much I actually don't know about him.

"Nah, you know, stress and anxiety. I tend to find it hard to get to sleep, your sofa's fucking magic." He laughs and I get the butter from the fridge, beginning to spread it.

"I couldn't live without sleep." I tell him, how someone can find it hard to sleep and forget everything is beyond me.

"I do sleep," He reassures me, "Just I only get about four hours most of the time. Don't get me wrong, it drives me crazy and I wish it was easy for me, but i'm used to it and your place is so peaceful and homely. I just slept better when I was here at first but last night, I think I had about eight hours, and it was sick!" I laugh at his explanation, no way is my flat homely. I have to admit, his place did look like a show home.

"Well i'm glad you slept well, because we have a long day at the dance hall." I lean up and place a kiss on his cheekbone. 

"I like this," He pulls my chin up so my lips are on his, "Kissing you whenever I want to." 

"Well, eat your toast, get ready, and i'll kiss you some more." I slide his plate along the counter and laugh at his face. 

"I'll be as quick as possible." He takes the toast to go and get changed in the other room. 

*****

"This place is awesome!" Zayn remarks as I open the door and let us both into the dance room I booked. 

"Yeah, the whole mirror thing is pretty cool." I sling my bag down and set up the speakers with my music.

"No kidding." He keeps walking in circles around the room admiring the mirrored walls and ceiling.

"Hush," I say as I sort through a variety of songs to find the one I choreographedd for, "Okay, I have it. Now sit and watch or wait outside." I instruct as i press play on the song.

(PRETTY HURTS - BEYONCE)

Mama said, you're a pretty girl

What's in your head it doesn't matter

Brush your hair, fix your teeth

What you wear is all that matters

I see Zayn sit on the floor and watch me dance to the first few lines. 

Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown