Sway with me (Zayn Malik)

Man/Woman up

. . . hours later.

 "... oh, so you're a dancer? What district are you in?" Zayn asked me, we were almost near my hotel. I don't want to go in yet. I want to talk to him forever.

"Yep, what do you mean district?"

"You know, what area are you good in? Ballet, Hiphop, Samba ..?"

"Oh, I do them all but as of now, I get booked for ballet projects."

He just smiled. I don't know what else to talk about.

He had his hands on his pockets all night. And I can see he was tensed. The formation of his muscles near his biceps are toned every after second.

It was sweet of him to give me his Jacket, it smelled nice. I could just lay in my hotel room bed all day smelling it. He kept on staring, I don't know if he wants to make a move, or talk to me or simply ask something.

I looked at him. I got his gaze.

"Sorry," He looked down and smiled with a sigh.

"It's okay," I punched his shoulder playfully.

Even at night the place was calm and peaceful. There were strangers passing by but they would smile or nod their heads to acknowledge your appearance.

We were infront of the hotel. W Barcelona, known as Hotel Vela.

It seemed like he doesn't want to leave or stop as well. I took off his jacket which left a scent in my shoulder and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

"No problem. So  . . . I better get going,"

"Ah yeah. Thank you again . . . Zayn."

He smiled and we both turned our backs at each other. I looked back at him and he was scratching the back of his head. He was so cute.

*ding*

As the elevator doors opened I saw a man pacing infront of me.

"Zayn?"

He raised a hand signaling for me to wait as he catched his breath.

"I . . . for . . . got *swallowed* to . . . ask for ... your number." He exhaled for the last time.

I smiled and blushed a little. Those things in the movies were real. He really did just run though the stairs to find me.

I grabbed his phone and placed my number. He did the same with mine.

He was about to leave . . . I need to make a move.

*ding*

"Zayn,"

"Yeah?" He answered immediately.

"Wanna stay for a while? It's getting late. And ..."

"Ah, sure." He smiled.

" . . . I love Barney the most, he's so legit." I said.

"Me as well. I love his secret playbook."

I just smiled.

"Not that I would use it on a girl but ..."

"Hahah, no worries and I find his playbook pretty funny. Especially the Ted Mosby, I mean you'll do anything just for sex."

We laughed so hard sitting in my bed.

It's so weird. Having Zayn in my bed. He glanced his watched.

"Shit," I heard him say.

"What's wrong?"

"Agh, well the place where I'm staying has a curfew and it closes at nine but it's 8:45, I don't think I could reach it."

"Oh,"

"I could just check in and leave tomorrow."

"Or . . ."

He looked at me happily.

"You could just . . . stay here.?"

In matter of seconds he got comfortable and lounched on my sofa. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I finished  and headed out.

"Oh, sorry." We met, I thought he was in my couch.

He now had his shirt off. Okaaaaaaaaaaaay. Is it getting hot in here or is it just Zayn and the tension between my shorts and his abs?

I went to his left but we met then he went to my left and we met again, we laughed and suddenly he had his hands on my waist.

He just had them there as if to stop the tension. And slowly he removed them and went on to his bathroom business.

Moments later he came out and acted like nothing happened. He just looked at me and smiled. Later on after we ate, he planned on sleeping in the couch and I planned to sleep in my bed as well. Damn, if only I had the courage to ask him to sleep beside me.