Keep Wishing (One Direction)

Chapter Eight; Romantic Dates

“Oh geez Zayn,” I squealed, running into the boy’s arms.

“I love you.” He told me and I smiled.

“I can tell,” I laugh, looking up at the billboard. Even though it was kind of simple, a billboard had Zayn and I’s wedding picture on it. In big, bold letters it said ‘I love you Alyssa Malik. Love, Zayn Malik.’

“You didn’t have to,” I whispered in his ear.

“It’s been a year.” He told me and I gasped.

“I’m sorry, I forgot.” I told him, shaking my head.

“It’s fine, love.” He told me and I kissed him.

“Ehem,” April coughed and I looked at her. I ran over to her and hugged her. After hugging her, I hugged Holly and Becca.

“You guys were in this too, weren’t you?” I asked and they all nodded.

“Thank you.” I smiled and they hugged me again.

“Bye guys!” The girls yelled, leaving us alone.

“I got a hotel.” Zayn muttered and I sighed.

“I know we are a married couple, but still Zayn.” I told him, looking down.

He put a finger under my chin, making me look straight in his eyes. “I’m not meaning that, Alyssa. I just meant so we could have some time together.”

“Oh,” I bit my lower lip, totally embarrassed.

“See, I love when you get embarrassed. You haven’t been the same since Paije was born. We haven’t been the same. It annoys me so much Lyssa! We were always super close and now we aren’t! This is what you were worried about.” Zayn groaned pulling me close.

“Can we go?” I asked Zayn as it started to rain.

“One second,” He muttered before crashing his lips against mine. “Sorry, always wanted to do that Mrs. Malik.”

“Weirdo,” I muttered, climbing into the car.

“You know you love me.”

“No, I don’t, I just married you for your money.” I told him seriously as he started the car. His eyes got wide and he actually believed me! “I’m joking, Zayn.”

“Bitch,” He mumbled and I smirked.

                Half an hour later, we were unloading our bags at the hotel. I grabbed my purple duffel bag that Zayn had packed, worried about what he put in there. It was super heavy though.

“Gemma helped,” Zayn laughed after I gave him a weird glance.

“Oh good, so no poisons or anything,” I smiled and he rolled his eyes, grabbing his own bag and bringing it into the hotel behind me. A member of the staff took our car to the back of the hotel where staff worked so no one associated the car with us.

“Zayn Malik,” Zayn told the person at the desk. He gave us our key cards and we walked to our room, using the elevator.

“How far up are we?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Top floor, we have a hot tub and pretty much a whole floor to ourselves.”  Zayn told me and I smiled, yay us! The joys of being famous I guess!

“Come on,” Zayn grabbed my hand and lead me to our room. “The pool is up those stairs.” Zayn pointed to a glass door that had stairs behind it.

“Our own or shared,”

“Our own,” Zayn slid the card into the slot and let us in the door. A huge room greeted us and I dropped the bag, running to the bed and hopping onto it. Zayn laughed and I smiled at him. He put his bag next to mine and sat next to me.

“Can we go swimming?” I asked as he kissed my neck.

“Sure,” He muttered and I hopped up, grabbing my bag and going into the bathroom to change. Gemma had given me my littlest bikini, a polka dot one I hadn’t worn forever. I changed into it and put my hair up in a bun.

“Love, are you ready?” Zayn asked, knocking on the door. I opened the door and looked him over. I smiled and ran my finger down his abs. They were quite hot; I don’t know why he didn’t show them off more.

“Let’s go,” I told him as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I leaned against him and he kissed my forehead. “Is it still raining?”

“Nope,” Zayn told me as we opened the door and walked up the steps. We were greeted by a huge pool with a slide and a hot tub. I lie out on a chair and put my sunglasses on.

“You don’t know how tempting you are.” Zayn noted from the chair next to me. I raised my sunglasses and looked at him.

“Look who’s talking.” I laughed and he smirked. We had been up here for about an hour and I was starting to get a burn. “Maybe we should head in.”

“Agreed,” He told me, getting up and walking downstairs. I jogged over to him to keep up. We went back to our hotel room and I flopped onto the bed.

“I love you,” Zayn told me and I smiled. He lay down on the bed, turning on the TV. I crawled over to him and he wrapped his arms around him. I laid my back against his abs and he kissed my neck.

“I love you, too.” I told him, turning around and kissing him before I fell asleep.