One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4,

Deelana's POV

Tomorrow night is Canada Day, which means the pool will be bare. Everybody goes outside for dancing, fireworks, and loud music.

But today, the pool has never been this crowded!

"I'm going," Morgan told me before exiting out the back door.

"Do you want me to stay?" Dylan asked and I nodded accordingly. Dylan is very attractive and I have known him since the first day I started working here. We should be standing and perusing the sidelines, but instead we sat down in some chairs and kept our eyes glued to the pool.

"I'm sorry that you got stuck with the evening shift," he chuckled and I sighed.

"It's alright," I muttered and Dylan scooted his chair next to mine. His red lifeguard tank top revealed his muscles perfectly with the pool's dim lighting. I could feel him looking at me affectionately from time to time, but I didn't pay any attention to it because all I was thinking about was returning home and seeing Jake. When I turned my head to look at Dylan, he was already looking at me. I blushed like a maniac and picked up my life preserver off of the ground and orbited around the pool.

The pool cleaners came in tonight; Rick and Jane, and they would lock up for me. I hurried into the staff showers and rinsed my hair for fun! I always shower here because it had an endless supply of hot water. There was two staff showers and Dylan came in to use the other one. Usually, I'm the last one in the building so I shower naked, but luckily I didn't this time.

Dylan's shirt had been removed and his abs were very distracting from where I was showering. He caught me gazing at him and took a few steps towards me, the water droplets escalating his chest.

"You look hot," he murmured before squeezing my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. I'd be lying if I didn't find Dylan insanely attractive. His lips were warm and plush, the perfect combination... Wait-

"I have a boyfriend," I urged and backed away.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Dylan smirked and pushed me up against a wall, kissing me wildly. Our hands roamed every inch of each other, but when Dylan removed his shorts, I was finished.

"I can't-"

"Yes," Dylan argued and grinded his naked hips against my thighs.

"Dylan, I am too good of friends with you to throw it all away," I expressed and he kissed my lips soundly.

"Don't say that, baby." His words left a ringing in my ears as he continued to waver his nude hips up and down my legs.

"This is weird, I'm sorry," I stated and reached for my towel, shampoo, and conditioner and slid my shoes on to leave.

"It doesn't have to be. We can do it again some time," he winked.

"No, I'm never doing any of this again," I denied.

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Zayn's POV

I boarded the plane and found out exactly where I was flying... To Toronto. Paul told me that I would be boarding another plane after Toronto to a smaller city, then transported by taxi to a small town.

Here I was, already on the Toronto flight to another city, drinking the complementary champagne. The girl next to me was pretty hot so I decided to strike up a conversation.

"Hey," I smirked with an american accent, and she noticed my geeky sweater vest and fake glasses that Caroline had given me earlier this morning. She scoffed and ignored me completely. Usually I just play the Zayn Malik card, "Hey, I'm rich," and it usually works, but I couldn't use that because I'm Zack Higgins, college graduate, majoring in fucking french.

I managed to get the window seat, which isn't a big deal to me because I'm always flying from one place to another.

"Have you ever been to Canada before?" She asked and I wanted to laugh out loud.

"Never," I lied and the intake of surprise was evident on her face.

"You'll love it," she promised and I turned away to roll my eyes.

"I'm sure I will," I mumbled and she patted my knee, drawing my attention.

"Are you staying long?" She wondered. This bitch is getting really nosy!

"No," I responded sharply and she stopped talking to me. "Just for the summer," I added. WHY DID I TELL HER THAT?

"That's good," she smiled. "I'm Kaitlyn," she stuck her hand out for me to shake. She better not have germs because I can't afford to be sick when we're recording the album. I shook her hand firmly and released as fast as possible.

"What's your name?" She questioned and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from cursing. I have to act like I'm a nice and smart boy.

"Zack," I forced a smile and she smiled back. The older lady beside Kaitlyn snored loudly and she scooted a little closer to me, raising the armrest that was set in between us.

"How old are you?" She wondered and I rummaged through my mind. Should I say 20? 21? 22? The older the better...

"22," I lied and she nodded. I think she's buying it!

"I'm 16," she told me and my eyes bulged. I CALLED A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL HOT!

"Cool," I said after moments of hesitation and she blushed a little. I'm very attractive so obviously I make the ladies blush.

"Sorry, you are incredibly good looking and I can't control myself when I'm around you..." She licked her lips and I gulped down a lump of vomit.

"Oh," I commented and she bit down on her lip, intertwining her right leg with mine.

"I usually go for the bad boys, but I could enjoy a smart one-"

"Excuse me, I have to... Bathroom... Now..." I pushed past the snoring grandma and jogged through two flight attendants.

"Sir, the seatbelt sign is on," one of them notified me, but I ignored the warning. I barged into the available bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stood in there, catching my rapid breaths and immediately plugged my nose due to the disgusting odor. There was toilet paper everywhere and-

"Sir, we are experiencing some turbulence, we would advise you to please hurry back to your seat," One of the staff knocked on the door and I mumbled a quick reply.

I should be traveling first class or a private plane or SOMETHING!

I think there is one more hour left on this flight, then I just have to take a taxi to the designated town. Paul called someone and the taxi would pick me up from the airport when I arrived. He also filled out my papers and everything! Why is he so keen on all of this? What have I done to him? I don't even know the name of the town. He probably made sure of that so I couldn't escape.

"Sir-"

"I'm coming, fuck- I mean... Yes, dear, I am on my way back to my seat," I corrected myself and lightly opened up the door with a bright smile towards the prissy lady and sat in an empty seat at the back. I am not returning to that seat!

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Notes:

I really like Zayn's character so far! I don't usually update this much, but I am just to get the story going (because I don't want to bore any of you.)

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