All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 23

My hands got sweaty and my stomach was full of butterflies, as I sat on the passanger seat back in Zayn's car. No boy I've ever met in my life had made me this nervous -not even Michael- yet I knew it was a feeling I was beginning to enjoy.

I turned my head to the left as I decided to watch Zayn Malik drive. I traced my eyes over that sculpted mouth that made my knees weak with something entirely different to nervousness. And that night-dark hair - my fingers itched to weave themselves into its softness again. My eyelashes fluttered as my eyes moved down his smooth neck and onto those muscled arms that had held me tightly as though I were to dissolve into thin air. I remembered the way his voice whispered my name in my ear, and I was soon beginning to wish he'd whisper it again. Over and over again.

"Dion?"

I jumped, my reverie soon shattering as Zayn's voice filled my ears.

"Your phone's ringing, babe," he winked at me briefly, my cheeks flushing instantly as I fumbled through my purse trying to find my phone.

"H-Hello?" I quickly swiped the screen and answered, looking away from Zayn and his look of having me seen checking him out.

"Where are you, honey?" Mum asked, as reality quickly settled in around me.

"I'm still with Zayn, mum," I muttered lowly, trying to hide the nerves that were still dominating my body.

"She's still with Zayn, see I told you," Mum's voice sounded slightly distant as she directed her words to someone else. My dad, of course. "Alright, sweetheart, you know how impatient your dad gets... he was asking where you were; but anyway, I'm not interrupting anything I hope!" She added with a slight cheekyness to her tone.

"No...Mum!"

"Ok, ok. Will you be home for dinner?"

"Uhm, I dunno, we're going to his hotel where they're all staying and eat-"

"Oh, Dion, please be careful. Don't do anything you don't want to do-" Mum began to babble and I soon realised what she was hinting at and I immidiately interrupted her speech.

"Mum!" I strained my voice and tried to keep it as quiet as I could, trying not to let Zayn hear the embarrassing conversation. "I'm not going to do anything, we're just going to eat!"

"Ok, but promise me you-"

"Ok, ok, I promise," but she was still talking, "mum, I have to go -yes, ok -I promise.... love you too, no I won't be too late...ok....bye," and as soon as I closed my phone I let out a long sigh, glad that was over and done with.

"Sorry about that," I said after a moment, "my mum likes to talk a lot..."

Zayn chuckled briefly and looked at me as he said it was ok, and that his mum was the same. I smiled, glad he consoled me with a similar burden. After a moment or so, I realised that I was no longer nervous. My mum had taken away the hint of nerves with her assumptions and I was no longer worried or nervous.

The black Audi rolled into the parking lot, as Zayn smoothly maneuvered the car into a hault. The hotel wasn't what I had imagined; it was a small Bed and Breakfast and it looked as though it had only room for the boys and only them. After Zayn unbuckled his seatbelt, he turned to look at me.

"You'll like them..I hope," he began and I knew he was referring to his bandmates. "I hope you don't mind, but I've already told them about, well...us. It's just that they kept asking were I ran off to all the time," he let out a quiet laugh and then focused on my eyes again and I noticed that he was looking for some sign of confirmation that what he had done, was alright. "I mean, I just told them that I was seeing you, and, well, yeah. Look, if you want we can go eat someplace else, we don't have to stay..."

I was confident enough to reach a hand over to cup his cheek, ignoring the electric shock that ignited my skin on fire, and said, "I want to," I smiled compassionately and was withdrewing my hand away when he stopped me. He moved my hand over to his lips and kissed the back of my hand.

My breath hitched in my throat and my heart began to pound in my chest as I watched him, intoxicated by the gesture.

"You sure?" His tone became hoarse and I saw his eyes go darker; I felt the wild leap of my own heart as he slowly began to closen the gap.

I nodded, hypnotized by his trance as my eyes were already half closed as my head was titling back and my lips parting.

"Whoa! Easy there..." A different voice suddenly shattered the spell I was under and filled the car. I pulled away immidiately as a familiar blond haired boy came into view.

"Mate, what the hell?" Zayn's annoyance travelled past me and over to Irish lad, Monroe was head over heels for.

"I saw yer car, and came down to meet yer. We're all hungry, man." He then caught my eye and a warm smile suddenly fuzed onto his features, "Hello, Dion, nice ter see ya again. Yer all right?"

I nodded still flushed that he had caught us almost kissing. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and turned over to look at Zayn who still looked annoyed at his friend.

"Zayn, let's go," I smiled as his eyes landed on mine and his features softened. I took a deep breath as I got out of the car, and waited for Zayn to reach me, knowing that he'll be the only one to ease my nerves.

My stomach was turning as we followed Niall down the lobby and up the stairs, I was not sure I was ready to meet the rest of the bandmates. Of course, I had met them before, but in different circumstances.

Zayn was resting  his hand on my back, as we finally got to the door and I knew it was now too late to turn back. I had to face my fears yet again.

"They were bloody on each other already," Niall said the minute he opened the door.

Liam Payne was sitting beside Louis Tomlinson, gaming remotes in hand, playing what looked like football on the TV perched on the wall. Liam laughed as he heard Niall's words, and was already fumbling with the remote trying to press pause as Louis was still fully absorbed in the game. Harry Styles, on the other hand, snapped away from his phone and looked solely at me as I made my way inside the room.

Niall's words suddenly made sense in my head, and I felt so embarrassed by what he said, knowing that my cheeks were already showing my state of being, as I quickly composed a response.

"We weren't doing anything," I looked down, as I felt the thumping of my blood circulating violently in my fingertips.

"Sure you weren't," Louis suddenly said with a tease as he came to stand next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder and clapping it gently, "nice of you to join us,"

I smiled politely and looked up at Zayn whose hands was reaching over to mine and entwining his fingers with mine.

"Leave the poor girl alone," Harry made his way confidently towards me. I noticed the way he ignored everyone in the room as his eyes rested merely on myself.

I grew nervous anticipating his moves. I recalled the way he had acted towards me before, and the way Zayn had been angry with him. The tightened grip around my hand suddenly tensed and I let out a sudden gasp of pain as I looked away from Harry and down to my hand that Zayn was grasping.

"You're hurting her, Zayn," Harry shot at his friend as his eyes focused on our hands.

I saw from the corner of my eye, Louis say something in Liam's ear and then chuckled softly, before Zayn let go of my hand immidiately like he had just touched a burning hot iron.

"You okay?" And as I looked up, I realised it wasn't Zayn who was asking the question,, it was the curly haired lad.

"Fuck off, Harry," Zayn quickly fired as his curse surprised me. He stepped forward and almost in between me and him, as his brown eyes burnt menacingly into Harry's green ones.

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