“Oh my god this view is amazing.” Violet looked out from the top of one of the London Eye models, it was night time and the city was sparkling with all the lights it displayed.
Zayn remained quiet and motioned for Violet to sit next to him,” You’re lucky we could get one to ourselves. It’s a good thing you keep me around.”
Zayn smiled and Violet hit him playfully,” That’s only reason I keep you around.”
Zayn was taken back in shock, playful shock, and it wasn’t long before him leaned forward,” I think you should pay for that.”
“Oh your majesty what must I do to please you?” Violet said ever-so playfully as she got up and curtseyed to Zayn.
“Well you could give me a kiss and not fly half way across the country this time.” Zayn said with a smile, he too got up.
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about it. What would you give me in return?” Violet smirked; she was really getting her true colors back.
“You are going to have to find out…” Zayn’s eyes gleamed.
“Nope, a kiss is too much to ask for these lips are made of gold.”
She pointed to her lips and Zayn was on her in a minute, when he came up for a breath he whispered very sexy in her ear,” More like platinum.” After that his hands made their way to the bottom of her shirt where they tugged playfully. It didn’t take long for them to find the ring in her belly button and then move upward. He reached up just a little more to where he reached to her bra and began to unhook it.
On the other hand Violet played with the bottom of Zayn’s shirt. Her hand’s traveling up passed his abs. To the point where she almost had his shirt over his head, although it wasn’t done very smoothing.
Even as he made his way down to her jeans and the buttons. But Violet stopped him,” No.” It took a lot for her to say it but when she did a rush of energy ran through her. She wanted him just as bad as she wanted him but not in a public place made of windows and not when she met him close to three months ago.
Zayn composed himself and they both sat with their backs to the one of the windows,” I’m sorry.”Zayn straightened his shirt; just as he got to feel her she got to feel him and boy did she liked it just as much.
Violet put her small hand on his chest,” No don’t be, I’m just not ready.” She really did want him.
Violet straightened her shirt out and said,” So what is your favorite color?” Zayn stared at her wide-eyed but Violet shrugged,” Something to get us talking.”
“Okay love.” Zayn smiled and then a few seconds later,” Most defiantly red. What about you?”
“I don’t think I could choose it would be unfair to all the other colors. But I guess that it would have to be a really deep rich blue.” Violet said but she quickly added,” But I have a weak spot for brown in eyes.”
Zayn laughed and uncomfortably draped his arm around her; although she did mold into the crevasse of Zayn’s shoulder,” Well if we’re counting eye color’s then I have to say blue is the most beautiful. Especially when it sparkles in just the right light.”
“If that’s a complement then I would have to say thank you.” Violet got up when she noticed that they were just a few minutes from where they needed to get off. She stood up and stumbled a little before she balanced out. Zayn followed her up and they both got out. Violet in Zayn’s arms, a picture that would be on every social network in just a few minutes and both of them knew it.
It wasn’t long until a group of girls were beginning to congregate around Zayn and Violet. So Zayn began to speed up toward the car. It was a close call but they made it to the car without being crushed by the obsessive compulsive fans. Zayn laughed and turned the radio on finding that one of One Direction’s songs was on.
You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk through the door
Don't need make up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough
Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you
Violet laughed when Zayn turned the music up and sang along until the end of the song.
If only you saw what I can see
You'll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe
You don't know
Oh Oh
You don't know you're beautiful
Oh oh
You don't know you're beautiful
Oh oh
That's what makes you beautiful
After the song was done Zayn turned down the volume and after a few seconds of silence asked,” So you would have been in Europe right now?”
“What are you talking about?” Violet said as she strapped herself into the passenger side of the car setting her purse on her lap.
“If the incident hadn’t have happened.” Zayn said unsure of what Vie’s reaction would be, the boys would have called him a prat.
“I would have been in Sweden right now.” Violet said immediately, it was as though she had planned the dates all out in her head and knew each moment she was missing out on.
Before Zayn could reply a car came out of nowhere and smashed into them head on. It wasn’t enough to flip the car but it did manage to break the windows and set off the airbags. Violet felt like all her emotions rip in half when the glass in the front window shattered. Her vision began acting up it was as though everything was a film from the 70s.
Zayn’s thought immediately to Vie because of the crash she’d been through before. In a flash he was out of the car, limping just a little bit, and on Violet’s side,” Vie. Vie are you okay? Vie please answer me.”
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------WOOOWWWWWW!!!!!! What's going to happen to Violet??????? WOW! Okay I'm overreacting but it's pretty interesting.
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A Thousand Miles
Fanfictie{{A ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION}} "Ever has it been that love knows not of it's own depth until the hour of separation." A surprisingly accurate quote from Kahlil Gibran seems to define Violet's life. The death of her mother, father, and brother create...
