Sweet Lover | z.m. + n.k

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I give Zayn directions back to my place and then were hopping back on his bike, driving at high speeds and I'm holding on to him tightly, my head on his shoulder as the world around us disappears. I was starting to realize how lovely my summer is going to be with him in it, he promised me he would let me see some of his work later and I promised he could come to my dance space and watch me move.

Zayn told me more about his drop at Starbucks and how much he actually liked making drinks and coffee, he told me about his sisters and his mom being the center of his life along with his dad, and how he got in major trouble once before because he painted on his walls and his mom totally flipped, and the more I spoke to Zayn started to realise he was more the a brooding artist, he had heart and soul and loved The Weeknd.

When we got off his bike we were both all smiles and giggles, as we walked up my driveway I noticed Camila's Range Rover and prayed she and Lauren wouldn't pop out of nowhere and ruin the moment. Zayn and I walked in silence up to my front door.

"So this was a lot of fun," I said "thanks for inviting me back there,"

"Yeah," he chuckles "and if I asked you to come out again would you be interested?" Zayn asks leaning in closer to me his pink lips on full display and I can't even stop my eyes from looking down at them for a moment, then back up at his eyes. Zayn notices that too his smile turning into a sly smirk.

"I think you already know the answer to that," I say my voice quieter than what I intended it be, Zayn knows the affect he has on me and that is why he continues it, and I don't know if I hated it of loved it. Excitement was running through my veins and I never wanted it to end.

Zayn chuckled again, his voice like honey and melted chocolate and he comes closer ending the space that lies between us, coming so close I can feel his breath along my forehead, my forehead close to his cheek. "Yeah, I do," he says and his hand comes up to my neck a smile on his face as he does so and my heart ponds so hard I'm pretty sure Zayn can hear it too.

"You're so beautiful," he says softly

And I'm stunned, stunned by his words, stunned by his boldness, stunned by this beautiful man telling me I'm beautiful. I can't even respond.

"If I kissed you right now, what would you do?" Zayn asks me and my mouth parts at the words so I can speak but still nothing comes out, Zayn's whiskey brown eyes have me so entranced I can barely think.

"I would kiss you back," I say finally, voice so breathy it could be lost in the wind.

Zayn smiles and leans in and kisses my forehead and I close my eyes at the contact as the wind flutters around us making my hair move behind my back and the smell of the flowers in the garden rush and flood my senses mixing in with Zayn's.

He pulls back but keeps his hand on my neck.

"I'll see you in school tomorrow, yeah?" he asks me and all I can feel is his lips on my skin and his thumb rubbing against my neck.

I answer him by nodding because I can't do anything else.

Zayn smiles and finally pulls back. "I'll see you," he turns from me walking back down from my porch and bike to his bike.

"Yeah, see you" I say

I stay on the porch until Zayn drives away and I wave as he goes by on his bike before going inside and my heart still races.

"Honey I'm home," I call out because I'm pretty sure Camila and Lauren are somewhere hiding inside.

"Mani!" they cry running down the stair and coming toward me, they smash into me with hugs.