Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

8

The next two days are as follows. Us bickering over our favorite novels, eating the cheap bread that Zayn bought with the groceries and trying to be comfortable in the one big seat of his truck, I've also told him every detail to my previous relationship with Ronnie.

"I'm beginning to believe that the search for me is over, that maybe my mother gave up and is moving on with her life." I say. The rain is coming down heavily outside and I'm a bit drowsy.

"I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I know that she wouldn't just give up like that." His hand reaches over the seat and rubs slowly on my lower thigh. "She's a women of her word and she gets what she wants."

"This is the last time she'll get what she wants," I watch Zayn's hand as it rubs against my pants. "I'm stronger now, more robust."

"Well glad to know your as well of a fighter as I am." He plays.

"Possibly the better one." I joke and he continues to touch my leg.

"No way! You can't prove it." He looks me dead in the eye and squeezes my leg, causing me to squeal and giggle at the tickling of his hands.

"Zayn!" I hit him in the shoulder and he pretends to be in pain. "That's right, I know that I'm pretty damn strong."

"Once again, you can't prove that." I hop up on the seat and scoot closer to him.

"Pull over the damn truck and watch me." I whisper in his ear and the truck pulls over immediately, the cars rush by as his truck sits in the muddy grass.

"Now let me just-" Before I can even finish my sentence Zayn has me pinned on my back to the bottom of the seat, him on top of me. I laugh and try to wiggle out of his grip.

"Look how strong I am now." Zayn bites his lip and gives me a playful smile. He starts to sit up and when he does I roll on to his lap, practically straddling him, next I attempt to put him in a headlock but fail and he throws me back down, my legs are still connected to his waist and he's directly above me.

"Permission to kiss?" He asks.

"Nope." I turn my cheek when he tries to kiss me. "I have to win first."

"Oh, no. Now that's just not fair." He looks me straight in the eye and laughs when we have a starring contest, I won of course because I'm the better one.

"Life's not fair my dear Zayn."

"Oh so I'm a dear now? Kiss me or else." He leans in again and I shush him.

"Or else what? You won't do jack squat."

"Yes I will." His hands grip my waist and I arch my back, his hands gripping me tighter as he tickles me.

"Fine! Fine! I surrender, you win." I puff and laugh into our small kiss.

"Okay, time to drive. We're making good time to get to the St. Louis arch." We both so down in our seats and he starts driving again.

"You're really excited about seeing the arch, aren't you?"

"When I was younger, we never went anywhere. I think that's why running away was sort of easy for me, I've never been anywhere, never seen anything. I know that when I'm older and have kids that I'm not going to keep them cooped up in the house, I'll let them run free and be their own person."

"You want kids?" He asks.

"Yeah, I dream of holding a baby in my arms and to be able to say I brought life into this world." I let the image stay in my head for the next couple of moments.