Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r s e v e n

Zayn drives off to his penthouse apartment to get some of his stuff. He pulls out tonnes of clothes while Florence silently folds and puts them in his Under Armour Hustle Duffel . He jogs to the bathroom and brushes his teeth before gathering one of his Giorgio Armani Mania perfume that was fresh from the box and puts it in his bag. He smiles down at Florence, never leaving his gaze at her as he zips his bag.

"Let's go now, shall we?", he asks her and she smiles, nodding.

Zayn helds her hand on the way out and locks the door, still not letting go. They both took the elevator on the way downstairs and they head off to his car. He drives off to Florence's house, singing to Mario's Let Me Love You while Florence sways gently side to side in her seat. He constantly looks at her with a smirk on his face and she can see it in the corner of her eye but pretends to haven't noticed it. He pulls off his Bentley in her driveway beside her white Porsche Panamera. He flings the bag on his left shoulder and runs over to Florence's side before opening the passenger door. She smiled at him as he held out a hand for her to help her. "Thank you for being the gentlemen that you are.", she teases and he chuckles.

She slips the door key in and opens it, flicking the light switch on beside the door and her whole house lights up. Zayn goes in and she locks the door.

"Don't even bother to tell me you're sleeping in the couch or in the guest room.", she teases and he rolls his eyes.

"Of course not. Why would I? I want to spend time with you." he responds and she slightly nods whilst smiling.

They both reached the very first step of the stairs when Zayn suddenly flings Florence around and carries her into a bridal style which made her felt nervous for a little because she thought she was going to fall from the stairs in which Zayn laughed harder about.

She playfully punches his chest, "Damn you, babe. That did scare me for a moment.", she admits in total embarrassment.

"You should have seen your face.", he chuckles as he keeps going up.

"Yeah. Funny as hell right?", she smiles.

"No. Maybe it was, but it was real cute.", he smiles at her and she puts her arms around his neck, looking at him.

"Stop staring at me.", he smiles, blushing and was totally red.

"I'm just enjoying your mesmerising face, sir.", she smiles at him which made him chuckle.

He flushes again, "Oh. Is that so? I might fall off here just from the thought of someone as stunning as you is staring at me.", he says as he reached the very top of the stairs.

She gets down on her feet and realises she was wearing one of Zayn's Converse and her heels where nowhere to be found in the meantime, "Zayn, where are my heels?"

"Oh. They were at the boot of my car. I could go back there and get it--", he says but he was interrupted.

"No. It's fine. I was just wondering because maybe I have left them at the beach.", she states and he just nods slightly.

She opens the door to her room with Zayn following from her behind. She sees the small frame of picture of her and Louis back when they were still young so she quietly reaches for it and puts it under her bed, careful not to be obvious.

She turns her head slightly, only to see Zayn putting his bag on the couch of her room. She walks to him and wraps her tiny arms around him, before giving a small peck on his neck which was then followed by several kisses around it. He turns around, a dark look spreading across his face in which she enjoyed and smirked. He reaches for her thigh, before spreading them out and putting them in his hips. He held her tightly as she kissed him, deep and hard. The air around them is thick with lust as Zayn goes down from her lips to her jawline . He pecks at it before reaching the both of them at the bed, with him at the top of her in a push-up position to support his own weight.