Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

5

Zayn and I ride to the back of the motel where our room is located. The room's clean and the last people that stayed probably was a long time ago. The duvet is a thick white and there's only one bed, making things seem uncomfortable for Zayn and I. There's a small radio sitting on the small desk by the bed and a couple of weird paintings hang from the walls along with a torn couch.

"If it's okay, I'm going to quickly jump in the shower. Unless you need one?" I ask him as he messes with the dials on the radio.

"Go ahead, I'll shower in the morning. What're you going to wear when you get out?" He asks and I gesture down at what I have on, it's all I've got right now and it's okay with me.

"You can't wear that, I know your uncomfortable." He says nicely and I stare into his golden eyes. He's now sitting on the bed and I'm standing by the door.

"It's all I got right now, we can go to a grocery store tomorrow." I say and head to the bathroom door.

"Wait." He rushes of the bed and stands,my voice drops and I'm unaware of his plans. "Wear this." His hands grip the bottom of his shirt and he pulls it over his head, his body is perfectly chiseled and my eyes can't help but to stare- admire, how his muscle's move back and forth as he pulls the shirt off. I grab it from him and smile.

"What are you going to wear?" I ask.

"I usually sleep without a shirt so it's fine, there's a back up shirt in my truck. I'll get it back in the morning. Right?" He laughs and I reply with a laugh before locking the bathroom door and stripping my clothes off. It feels good to finally have that dress off and step under the warm darts of hot water rush down my back and through my hair.

I use the tiny bottle of shampoo that is in the shower to lather my hair and soothe my scalp.

After I finish my shower I grab Zayn's button up shirt and pull it over my undergarments, it falls inches from the bottom of my knees. Normally I'd be scared to be this bare with a male present, but it beats the dress.

"Stories you won't want to miss! Stand by for a description of the missing girl from Jackson." The radio sounds from the room and I push the door open, I haven't even combed out my curls when I do this action.

"Turn that up." I tell Zayn who is laying on the pull out couch, it's to small for his body and I need to remember to tell him we can trade sleeping arrangements. But right now all I care about is the radio.

"Teen from Jackson supposedly went missing after her birthday party." I feel chills run down my spine as I draw crazy conclusions. "This mother is going crazy!"

The speaker's change from back and forth and I can tell there trying to be comedic.

"But who wouldn't miss their own kid?"

"Well okay Phil, anyway, she apparently ran out when her boyfriend proposed to her."

"She must have been stir crazy and insane!" Zayn looks over at me and I ignore his sympathetic look, either that or he's confused about why I ran away.

"Let me come to the chase, Patricia Holland has been missing for about a day now. Description, Caucasian golden brown curly hair and brown eyes, last seen in a white dress. If you spot her please call us..." I run over to the radio and shut it off and push it to the ground.

"Wait, I thought your mother was the reason you ran." Zayn says with a bewildered look, I sit down on the bed and lean against the pillows. "What's the real reason?"

"That is the reason!" My anger yells for me, but as Shakespeare says my tounge will tell the anger of my heart. "Or at least part of it." I confess.