His Possession

Chapter 14.

Isabella's p.o.v.

For the next few hours I just lay in bed, waiting for 6 o'clock to come sooner than it is, I've already showered and straightened my hair, now I'm just waiting for Zayn to bring me that outfit he was on about. I'm still confused as to how he has clothes that are for one, girls, and two, my size. But I tried not to question it too much, just thankful that I don't have to dig through my pit of comfy jeans and baggy tops to find something presentable.

*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*

I crane my neck to the door and see Zayn's head pop out of small gap he created, his checks flushing red when he see's I'm just in a towel.

"Sorry," I mutter, tightening the towel around me as if it will cover more of my body that way.

"U-um  it's okay" his eyes aren't focussed on mine, instead they rake themselves down my body, lingering over my legs as he sucks in a breath.

"Eyes up here lover boy," I tease as his cheeks flame up once again, realising I noticed his intense gaze.

"Sorry, I just came to give you this to wear tonight." He moves his entire body into the room and brings in with him a dress bag, with what I assume I'll be wearing tonight.

"Where are we going?" I gape, wondering why I'd need a dress just to eat out in.

"Now that's a surprise," he smirks placing the bag beside me on the bed as I begin to unzip it eagerly, wondering what it is exactly I'm wearing.

As I come to fully unzip the bag I'm struck with awe. The dress itself it purely white, the straps looking as if they would hang off of my shoulders as the torso is engulfed by lace, creating a delicate pattern all the way to the train of the dress, leaving a gap for a slit down my leg. It is gorgeous.

I look up at Zayn seeing him eagerly awaiting my reaction, "Jesus, this is beautiful, thank you." I don't know what to say besides those simple words, I was speechless by the pure beauty of it.

"So, you like it?" He hesitantly pries, looking concerned for my answer.

"Are you kidding me?" I scoff, "I don't like it Zayn, I bloody love it! Now I'm a bit confused as to why you have this but honestly I don't care, it's just amazing." I gush, not being able to hide my excitement as I take it out of the bag, lifting it up against me in front of the mirror, making sure to tuck my towel in so it doesn't slip down.

"Really?" He lets out a breath, looking relieved.

"Really," I confirm, doing little twirls in the mirror as I hold the dress against me, hearing Zayn's chuckles mix with my laughter at the sight of my childishness.

"Now go," I usher him out, desperate to put on the dress. "I'll come downstairs at six." I look at him, as if asking if that's okay.

He nods his head in reliance and looks down at his watch, "Okay, you've got twenty minutes." With that he hurried out of the bedroom, looking as eager as I am to try on the dress.

I slipped it on grabbed a pair of heels and a necklace Zayn put in the bottom of the bag, looking in the mirror as I straighten my hair out and admire the dress, this looks so expensive.