Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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Yes, we are staying in Chicago.

No, it isn't because Zayn could easily win me over with a record breaking smile and eyelashes that arch perfectly out his eyelids, but because the city offers more than a small town in Minnesota, or was it Montana?

There is more opportunities and things for Zayn and I to do, and maybe the physco couple, Amanda and Clyde.

"I think I'm tired." I say against Zayn's chest.

"We did just kiss for ten minutes," He laughs and tucks my hair back. "Plus this couch is pretty comfortable."

"Even though it's probably the most filthy couch ever it's still nice," I smile against his chest. "Well, it's nice to finally have some peace and quiet without the young couple on our watch."

"They're funny though, so it's okay." He laughs and his chest moves under me, making me laugh back to him. "So, I know you want to stay here, it's a fun city and we can explore together."

"Sounds good," I smile and lift my head up, looking him in the eye and watch his caramel eyes glisten under the low lighting. "But, all I want right now, is your lips on mine."

He pulls a single strand of hair away from my forehead and strokes my cheek. "Can't get enough of my lips can you?"

"Don't get cocky, you know I love kissing."

"You love it?" He asks.

"Yeah." I grin. "It's an art, and I love art, but for kissing to be great, it has to have passion, and I think that's kind of cool."

"Cool?" He laughs and rolls his eyes at me, maybe it's because I don't use a term like that on a daily basis. "Do we kiss great?" he asks nervously and looks down at his chest, where our hands are being held.

"I don't know, I've only ever kissed a couple of other guys." I tease and give him a wink just for my plain amusement.

"A couple?" He laughs. "Now that's funny; but since you changed the subject so quickly that means that you do think we kiss great, which is why you always want me."

Now I laugh, "Yes Zayn, I always want you." I say with the most sarcastic tone possible, which is hard since what I said is true in all ways possible.

"Good, because I always want you too." His smile is shy and he looks nervous. Zayn, nervous? Probably the most obscured thing you'd ever possibly hear but I guess its possible, well I know it's possible now.

I'm more taken back by his shyness than the fact he just admitted to always wanting me, does he mean he always wants me by his side in time of need or something else?

"Stop, your making me blush." I lay my head down on his chest to avoid the embarrassment of my brightly redened cheeks.

"Blush is good, blush is great."

"Zayn, it's God is good, God is great." I chuckle lightly, amused at his wit.

"God is good isn't he?" We both laugh and can easily tell that we are both tired and somewhat drunk out of our minds.

"I'm.....sleep....yeah." I hum and fall back between the back of the couch and between Zayn, him being the barrier between me and the edge of the couch where I could fall over and humiliate myself.

His hand moves through my hair before he puts one of his arms behind my neck to act as a pillow and the other arm protectively around my upper body, sounds uncomfortable, yes I know.

But, it isn't, it's probably the most comfortable place I could be at the moment, his head pressed on top of mine and our bodies in close contact.

Layers of clothing between us, but I can still feel the warmth of his skin and the vibrations of his chest when he lets out a cough or the steady beat of his heart against my ear.