Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r e i g h t

His heart racing, his chest sweating, the butterflies in his stomach swarming, as he takes in the view of Florence lying on his bare chest. Her light snores consuming the silence of the room. "How adorable", he thought.

He tries to recall everything that happened last night: the date, them at the beach, her grinding on him, her wearing his white shirt, and her asking him to scoot closer. He gently kisses her forehead, "I love you very much, you know that don't you?", he mumbles softly at her whilst caressing her cheek.

He looks at the wall, as something he had done in the past haunts him down again--

Zayn woke up at the sound of his phone ringing, looking at the side of the bed with her arms around him, there lies Melissa who barely has her clothes on. The one he is playing with for the week, like a weekly task he do for fun alongside with Niall and Harry.

Searching through the blanket, he takes the phone in his hand, taking a look at the Caller's ID before hitting "Answer".

"So, how did it went?", Harry asked, laughing.

"Good. I took hers. Damn, can't believe she was so tight.", he smirks as he looks at her.

Harry makes moaning sounds on the other line, whilst laughing so hard "Ooh Zayn..."

"Stop it, Harold. Damn it.", he slightly laughs.

"You did great this week, bud. See you at school tomorrow.", he says before hunging up.

He puts his phone on the nightstand before turning off the lamp as darkness filled the room. He takes her hands away from him before kissing softly her forehead, "I'm so sorry for everything. I shouldn't have messed with you but there's nothing I could do.", he mumbles softly as his conscience hit her, feeling sorry for the poor girl who hasn't done anything wrong, except falling for his game.

He pulled the duvet over from their feet until a black ink across her hips catches his eye: a small trail of birds flying. He smoothly ran his hand over it, dumbfounded smiling at himself.

He moves on to the very side of the bed, having distance as the barrier between them before drifting off to sleep.

Zayn looks at her and nuzzles his face on Florence's neck, "I can't exactly live with my life if anything like that would happened to you. I don't want anybody to hurt you.", he mutters softly on Florence's ear.

"You've hurt me already.", her mind speaks for her as she is holding back the eagerness at yelling that to his face.

She slowly flutters her eyes open, pretending to have just woken up. "Good morning", she greets him.

"How's your sleep love?", he asks, pushing off his past back and deep in his mind.

"Absolutely great because you're here.", she smiles.

"Cool", he smiles. "Wanna go grab breakfast?"

"Hmmm. . . I could have Starbucks", she suggested.

"Well, Starbucks it is.", he gently smiles at her before getting up and going over to his bag, putting on one of his sweater.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. You take one after me.", she says as she gets up, heading to the bathroom.

She sets the shower before going in, washing herself off with the soap, attempting to make bubbles and giggling herself. She lathers her hair with shampoo that smells like strawberries as the scent clings on her hair. She washes herself off one more time before going out, gathering one lavender-coloured towel and wrapping it around her damp body. She plugs the blow dryer in and dries her brown wavy hair. She brushes her hair as she takes in the view infront of the mirror that she is seeing. Herself even, can barely recognise her. Gone was the dorky girl from Cheshire, and there standing, was an elite model living in the busy and crowded city of New York. She goes over to her walk-in closet, and decided to wear a floral blouse and a high-waisted short paired with Toms.

She sprays herself with the Victoria Secret perfume that she has been sent after walking in a runway for them. She takes one last good look at herself at the full-length mirror before going out.

Zayn smiles at her, never leaving his gaze and she can feel her cheeks flushing crimson, but quickly managed to get it back to its normal state.

"You look beautiful.", Zayn compliments her as he approaches her, clothes in his hand.

"Thank you.", she mumbles. "If you don't have a toothbrush, I have an extra one there. Just in case", she smiles.

"I brought mine", he says, waving his toothbrush.

"Oh.", she says, her voice light and he went inside the bathroom.

She goes over to the nightstand and puts everything she needs in her purse. She takes her phone out, glancing at her face using the front camera. "Wow, I kind of look much better without make-up", she thought to herself.

She sits on the couch beside Zayn's duffel bag while waiting for him to get out. A good 13 minutes passed, and the knob to the bathroom door turns, the cue that Zayn is going out. She stands up and the door flung open. "Wow, y-you look. . . a-amazing.", she stutters which cause him to blush furiously.

"Aha! There you at it again!", she laughs.

"What?", He asks.

"You're blushing again.", she says, still laughing.

He chuckles, "I always blush whenever I'm with you, love. But these ones are a whole lot different, talking about the 'whole-next-level' kind of blushing."

"Oh. I never knew there were such things. Enough with this, let's go take our usual Frappucino. Have been craving for it since we last when there", she giggles and he held her hand. She looks up at him, surprised and he just smiled warmly down at her.

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Zayn sips at his Frappucino as Florence slips the door key, opening the front door of her house. "Sorry, it took long."

"It doesn't matter. With that many keys of yours, sure you would be having a hard time of finding the one for your front door", he jokes, pointing to the key chain filled with keys hanging on it and she giggles.

Zayn goes over to the kitchen bar, with Florence following behind.

"Hmmm. . . Any plans today?", he asks, sipping his own cup.

She gulps on hers, "Hmm. . . Let me see. . .", she trails off as she gets her phone, looking over at her schedules. "Darn it. I have a photoshoot for Seventeen in 3 and I have to get there by 1 to get ready. It's about 9 right now, so we have a couple of hours left. What do you wanna do?", she says frantically.

"Babe, relax. Hmmm. . . I could use a cuddle right now.", he smiles, showing off his puppy eyes to beg.

She laughs, "Mhmm...", she nods. "That sounds good.", she continues, a wide smile appearing on her face and his face shone brighter than ever.

[ A/N : Thank you for all the votes, comments, and reads so far (: I'm really glad to read all of your comments and they all served as an encouragement for me to write (: please keep them coming up! Love y'all ]