“This is it?” I ask as we pull up to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
“Yeah, it’s perfect,” he smiles shutting off the car.
“That’s our house,” he says pointing a quite large house off in the distance. Hell, it’s not ‘large’ it’s a damn mansion.
“Where does everyone else stay?” I ask looking around.
“In there,” he points to the ware house.
“Real classy, Malik,” I smirk unbuckling my seatbelt, but he grabs my hand stopping me.
“Don’t call me that,” he says, “it makes me feel like I own you again, I don’t own you anymore, you don’t work for me, you work with me. You’re my girlfriend, it’s different,” he says demandingly and I nod.
“Can we go get high?” I ask and he smirks.
“Glad to have you back, babe,” he unbuckles his seat belt and I do the same, stepping out of the car and following him down the side of the warehouse before he opens a door. He shines the light from his phone on the wall before flicking on the light. All the little storage unit walls have been knocked out to make a long almost hallway type thing.
“They’ll never be able to bust this,” he says leading me down the ‘hallway’
“Why’s that?” I ask observing, it looks pretty normal. It looks like a kitchen and living room, and surprisingly, it’s insulated so it’s warm
“Nothing is up here in the top like they’d expect, they have to go through a bunch of shit to get where the real magic happens,” he smiles bending down, moving a rug and opening a trap door.
“Is this why you never responded to me?” I smile and he nods.
“I was working on this and our house,” he says jumping through the hole and I quickly follow. I look around; it looks just like the back room of Jerrod’s house. Shelves line the walls, different types of drugs in different sections of the room.
“Adriana!!” I hear someone yell, I turn around to see Roxy running towards me.
“Roxy!” I smile hugging her tightly.
“It’s been such a drag without you here,” she says sighing.
“What’s up with you, you’re so pale,” I say pulling away from the hug. Roxy is a relatively tan person, I’ve never seen her so pale, it doesn’t look healthy.
“Just a bit sick, no big deal,” she smiles and I nod.
“You should go lay down,” I say and she nods, retreating back to where ever she came from. Zayn grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers, pulling me closer to him.
“I’ve missed you so damn much,” he says into my hair.
“I’ve missed you too,” I reply honestly.
“I want to show you the rest,” he says dragging me towards the other side of the room.
“This is the smoke room,” he says opening a door, where a couple of people I’ve never seen before are.
“This is pretty much Roxy’s room, it’s the place where we keep the costumes, if you know what I mean,” he says winking opening the door, mirrors line the walls, along with multiple skimpy lingerie pieces.
“And then of course the bedrooms are upstairs in the different rooms,” he shrugs leading me to the main area where I recognize Jerrod, Mikey and Drew.
“Heeeyyyy!” Jerrod slurs hugging me, well, it was closer to just draping his arms around me since he’s so drunk.
“Hey, Adi,” Mikey says hugging me and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“You guys actually let him drink?” I ask shaking my head laughing.
“Hey, Drew,” I smile hugging him lightly.
“Let’s go meet the rest of the guys,” Zayn says leading me back to the smoke room and opening the door, “Boys, this is Adriana, my girl do not touch or look at her inappropriately or you know what will happen,” he says in a warning tone.
“Anyway, this is Harry and Liam,” he says pointing to them and then he tries to lead me out of the room.
“Wait, I’m smoking,” I say sitting down on a chair and grabbing a pipe from the table. I smile at the prized possession that I’ve so dearly missed. I push the weed into the bowl, and look around the table for a lighter, not seeing one.
“I need a damn lighter,” I say looking at the boys, “Fucking hell someone hand me a damn lighter,” I say and Zayn chuckles handing over his red one.
“Damn,” I mumble under my breath, putting the pipe to my lips, and lighting the weed before inhaling the smoke. I stop lighting the weed and pull the pipe away from my lips. Coughing it out before me usually would.
“Fuck, I really haven’t smoked in a while,” I groan pressing the pipe to my lips again and lighting up the bowl, I inhale the smoke like a pro, holding it in my mouth and letting it out after a good 50 seconds.
“That’s my girl,” Zayn smiles motioning me to stand up. I do as I’m told and he sits down, and then grabs my hips, pulling me back down.
“Is this one a keeper?” the curly haired, Harry, asks and I look to Zayn who smiles.
“Definitely,”
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“And this is our room,” Zayn says opening the door and pointing to our new bedroom. A king sized bed, pressed up against the wall.
“I figured you wouldn’t have any clothes when I got you out, so I bought you some,” he says rubbing the back of his neck. “And I didn’t exactly know what to get you, so I just kind of got jeans and sweatshirts and some random tee shirts, but I figured we could go shopping tomorrow or something,” he says. I’ve never seen him so awkward.
“I’m sure I’ll love them,” I say wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles and rests his hand on my waist leaning in, pressing kisses all over my face.
“Zayn,” I giggle trying to push him away.
“I love you,” he says looking me right in the eyes.
“I love you too,” I say looking back at him, “You know what I really love about you?” I say tracing the tattoo on his collarbone with my finger tip.
“What’s that,” he asks, securing his hands behind me, pulling me a bit closer to him. I look up at him through my eye lashes.
“I love that you’re such a bad boy, but you’re so good for me,” I whisper, almost seductively.
“Mm really?” he hums.
“Yeah, and I love your tattoos, and your hair,” I say moving my hand to his hair running my hand through it and pulling it lightly.
“Let’s go to bed, babe, I’m sure you’re tired,” he says kissing my lips lightly, “jump,” he says
“What?” I ask smiling.
“Jump,” he says, “Just trust me,” he says. I smile and jump up, he catches my thighs. I wrap my arms around his waist, his hands finding my bum and he walks towards the bed lying me down gently. He pulls off his tank top, and strips down to his boxers then climbing into bed next to me.
“C’mere,” he says. I scoot closer to him, resting my head on his bare chest, his arms wrapping around me, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
“This will be the first time we’ve stayed the night together,” he says randomly.
“It will be,” I smile although he can’t see me.
“I’ll show you the rest of the house tomorrow,” he says and I nod, “But for now, you should sleep,” he says kissing the top of my head, and I do just that. I fall asleep in the arms of my boyfriend, lover, and best friend for the first time.
