Fifty Shades of Malik.

Together.

I woke up and felt like I had weights on me. I sat up and stretched, placing my hand down on Zayn's chest accidentally. Zayn's eyes shot open and I removed my hand quickly.

"Sorry, I was stretching and placed my hand down." I said before he flipped out.

"It's alright, just scared me for a second." Zayn said, pulling the pillow closer to him.

"I'm going to shower." I said, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

"Your body kills me!" Zayn yelled.

"Your body kills me too!" I yelled back.

I turned on the water and climbed in. I wet my hair and smiled at how good the water felt hitting my head. I opened my eyes and Zayn was standing in front of me. I screamed and jumped back.

"Fuck!" I said laughing.

"Well, you were enjoying the water." Zayn said laughing.

"You scared me you ass." I said, grabbing the soap.

"I can be an ass." Zayn laughed.

I placed the soap on my arm and ran it up to the other side, then went to my breasts, stomach, private area, legs, and feet. Zayn was watching me like he was mesmerized.

"Zayn." I said, trying to get his attention, which wasn't working. "Zayn!" Zayn's eyes looked straight into mine and I laughed.

"Can you wash my back for me?" I said, handing him the soap.

"Yes." Zayn said, grabbing the soap.

"Did you not want to wash me today?" I asked.

"I wanted to watch." Zayn said truthfully. I nodded and lifted my hair up, so he could get my neck.

I felt his hands run up and down my back, butt, and legs. I felt him touch my birthmark and he laughed.

"Cute." Zayn managed to say. I shook my head and washed off my back.

I washed my hair and moved out of the way, so Zayn could wash the soap on his body off. I stepped out and grabbed a towel, then went over to the mirror. I cleared off the steam fog from it and opened my towel. I noticed two dark things, one was on my stomach, and the second one was on my collar bone.

"Malik! Did you seriously give me hickeys?!" I said, getting agitated.

"Oh shit! Did I? I didn't even notice." Zayn said, still in the shower.

"Ugh!" I groaned and walked into the room. I put on one of Zayn's shirts and boxers quickly, just to ask Thompson to grab me some clothes.

I walked out of Zayn's hotel room and went next door. I knocked on the door, hoping I was knocking on the right one. The door opened and Thompson smiled.

"Ms.Hart, can I get you anything?" Thompson asked.

"I was wondering if you could get me some clothes from downstairs." I said, biting my lip.

"Of course, any colors you would like?"

"It doesn't matter as long as it matches." I said shrugging.

"Alright." Thompson said, closing the door behind him and walking to the elevator.

I went back into the hotel room and grabbed the clothes we threw on the floor last night. I folded my dress and placed my shoes by the couch.

"Where did you go dressed like that?" Zayn asked, he sounded angry.

"I went to ask Thompson to grab me some clothes." I said, rolling my eyes.