Beautiful Chaos

She is a Kid

Lakshita's P.O.V---

Zayn and I were running around Paul's office. He had ink on his hands and wanted to stain my white shorts very badly. Caesar kept protecting me but Zayn placed my puppy on the desk, continuing to chase me. Paul entered his office and his eyes went wide, looking at the mess. I stopped in front of him and smiled naughtily. "I am so sorry. We'll get this cleaned up." I said and he just laughed, waving his hand. 

I grabbed a towel from the rack and tied Zayn's hands together, shushing him while giggling. We sat on the couch and Zayn leaned in. "Someone is in the mood huh?" He smirked and I smiled, hitting his shoulder when Paul came up to us. 

"Lakshita, I wanted you to come here for a very important reason. I spoke to your parents and you are dropping out of Harvard." He said and my face fell. "What?! Why?! I complained standing up, but he put an arm on my shoulder, pushing me back on the couch. I looked at Zayn and his face was emotionless. He was too busy looking at the ink covering both his palms. 

"Instead you will get a music career. You will do covers on songs. Recording starts in two weeks and you get to pick the song." He said and I jumped on the couch, grinning at him. I pulled him into a hug and Zayn laughed. "But how are you even sure I'll sing good?" I asked and he looked at Zayn. "I love you too much, baby!" I exclaimed, kissing him on the lips. 

"Zayn... Vogue wants dates for a Photoshoot. It's today and I forgot to tell you. They want you to model with Lakshita." He said and Zayn burst out immediately saying no. "Why?" Paul asked and I sat silently. "Because...umm.. no, Paul. Lakshita is a kid." He said. "A what? Zayn your girlfriend is 18." Paul said and Zayn shook his head. "Paul... someone is possessive." I laughed and Zayn glared at me. "Yes, I am. I don't want you posing in your underwear. I can't let other men or women see you half nude." He complained and I burst out laughing. 

"She wont be half nude. Don't worry." Paul chuckled and he sighed. "Fine, then. When is this shoot?" Zayn asked and Paul told us it would be in 2 hours. I untied Zayn's hands and picking up Caesar, we walked out. I felt Zayn's hand hit my butt and I turned to see him grinning naughtily. Looking at my shorts, there it was, his hand print. 

"I'll deal with you later." I said and walked to the car. We soon got home. I wore a frock and applied no make-up. Zayn came barging into the room and stopped. "You look so beautiful! Are you wearing too much make-up?" He grinned, cupping my face and I giggled. "Nothing actually." I said and he chuckled. He kissed my forehead and held my hand. 

Zayn's P.O.V---

I drove us to the airport and she raised an eyebrow. "Did you really think we are shooting in London?" I asked and she stayed silent. "We are going to India!"exclaimed and she seemed so excited. "Which state?" She asked and I shrugged. "A couple of States. Not exactly sure." I said and she held my hand tight, grinning. 

We boarded the flight and she sat next to me. She buckled her seat belt and I poked her waist. "What?!" She glared and I looked down. "You are hard?" She asked and I bit my lip. "Baby, help me!" I pleaded and she giggled, flicking my forehead. "We are in an aeroplane. And there is a kid right there. Shut up and sleep." She laughed silently and I pouted. She kissed my cheek and held my hand. I pushed her away and she frowned. "If you won't help, at least don't make this worse." I said and she giggled, taking her hands off, talking to the kid next to her. 

I placed my hand on her thighs and she didn't turn. I pulled up her frock and she slapped my hand. "Ouch!" I yelped making people turn. "Sorry.." I said and looked at her with puppy eyes. "Zayn, keep quiet. We'll do things once we get to India." She promised and turned away from me. I sat in my seat, impatiently waiting. That flight was the most horrible one ever!

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We landed at 1 am in the morning. I pulled her into a taxi and caught her but she pushed me off. "Patience." She glared and I clenched my jaw, waiting for the hotel to come. "Seekram Ponga, sir." I shouted asking the driver to go fast in Tamil and Lakshita placed her hand on mine, rubbing it gently. I was getting turned on badly. We soon arrived and I paid him a little extra, not getting back the extra. 

Pulling her into the hotel along with the suitcase, she bumped into someone who spilled water on her clothes. I sighed and went to the elevator. "Relax. I'll be back." She pecked my lips and I forcefully let her slip out of my fingers. She went to the reception, getting the room key and doing registration. 

She walked back, adjusting the dress that had stuck to her body because of the water. I sighed and entered the lift. She entered and smiled, leaning against the wall. The doors closed and I didn't wait to pin her against the wall. I pressed my lips on hers, my hands travelling up her leg, holding her waist. She took a second to contemplate and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me back.

The doors opened and I didn't pull away, kissing her with too much passion. She pulled away, unlocking the room door and I shut it close, pushing her on the bed. I removed my clothes and stripped her down. 

That night closed in on us, with Lakshita losing her virginity.