21 Things I Hate About You (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 17- I Love You

17. I hate nothing about that night.

I was so blissfully happy that I don't remember much of what happened after Zayn carried my up to his room. 

I could slightly remember him getting my luggage the lobby put on hold for me. I remember the staff at the desk staring at our wet clothes and wild faces. And of course me piggybacking on Zayn. I think I saw a hundred dollar bill slip out of his hand and onto the desk.

He was strong enough to hold me and my bags but we took the elevator anyways. We were done with steps. I didn't have a room yet so Zayn just carried me to his room. My hair was still wet and so was his and it was over his eyes since the hair gel washed out. It wasn't dripping wet. The wet hair that's half dry half wet. The state of my hair was important. 

Zayn set me down and put my bags in the corner so I got a chance to look around the room a bit. Nice hotel room. Upscale. Swanky. Fancy. He emerged from the bedroom with a sly smile on his face. He picked me back up so my legs wrapped around his waist. 

"Now no one can bother us." he smiled cheekily before starting to kiss me. 

He just held me there kissing. I was getting kind of bored and wanted to head to the bedroom already. Hey, girls want sex just as much as guys okay? It was my turn to take control.

I hoped down from his arms and looked up into his eyes. I was shorter than he was but not too much that it was awkward but just right. 

I slide his shirt over his head and started kissing his chest. He groaned softly as I kissed lower and lower. I was right above his jean line so I kissed acrossed it. I started to undo his belt buckle and he grabbed my hair. I pulled his pants down and left him in his boxer. I could see something forming there so I backed away teasing. 

"Don't stop..." he moaned. I was surpirised I was still fully clothed. So I obeyed and swiftly pulled his boxers down to reveal his member. 

He finally got feed up with me and pulled my shirt and shorts off leaving me in panties and a bra. He started kissing me all over. I felt something hard press to my stomach and smiled. 

"Aww, baby." I said. I knew my voice would drive him crazy. 

"That's it" he said as he removed my final pieces of clothing. He carried my bridal style into the bedroom and you can say we "got it on". So basically we had sex all night.

I woke up in his arms the next morning. The sunlight was peaking through the blinds. I moved to stretch and Zayn's arms tightened around me. I laughed and turned into look at his face. I smiled up at him. He looked back with a sweet look.

"London, I love you." he said. He said he loved me. My heart felt like it was going to exploded. He told me he loves me.  He loved me! I was freaking out and I started to cry with a huge smile on my face.

"Zayn, I love you too." I smiled, cryed, and laughed at the same time. It was overwhelming to hear.

"Why are you crying, love?" he asked. He loves me. I could not believe it.

"Because you love me and I'm so happy. I can't believe we wasted our time hating each other. When this could have happened all along." I babbled on. I was just realizing how stupid I was.

"I've always loved you."

"But I-I thought you hated me..." I said quietly.

"No, you silly beautiful girl. I was hiding my feelings because I thought you hated me. You seemed so uptight and not friendly. I was in love with the girl who let her guard down. The one who didn't dress professionally and carry a clipboard and do things for us. The girl who listened to music that wasn't current and who's smile could light up a room." he said. This was literally the nicest thing someone ever said to me.

"How long?" I asked. I wanted to know how long he loved me for.

"About a month after I met you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep"

"I came off that I hated you all this time. But I think thats why I hated you. Because I didn't want to let myself love you." I said.

"Hmmm" he said.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just in love with you." he smiled.

"You know that's two different things. Being in love and loving someone. I love my mom and dad. I'm in love with you."

"Well I'm in love with you and I love you, London Rose Cunningham." he beemed. 

With that he kissed my forehead and said, "Hmm salty."

"What?"

"You taste salty. Like the ocean from the ocean water." he laughed.

"Oh then I'm going to take a shower." I said getting up pulled a robe on that was on a hanger. 

"Let me assist you with that." he winked. 

We went to the shower to clean off the salt water and cause more mischief. After the shower we both ate some breakfast and I brushed my hair and got dressed in some skinny jeans and a flower tank top. 

"You're so beautiful." Zayn said when I was finished getting ready. We had a show that night and had to start getting ready to leave for the night.

"Thank you, you're not too bad yourself." I said noting a print t-shirt, jeans, boots, and his hair was hanging into his eyes. "I like your hair like that its sexier." I added kiss his cheek.

"So, I guess this means your my girlfriend?" he asked smiling at me.

"I don't know maybe." I winked.

"Yes you are my girlfriend" he said walked over to me and picking my up in his arms "And no one else can have you but me!' 

"But does everyone know? Like what happened and stuff?" I asked worried.

"Most of it."

"What most of it."

"Just that I love you and slept with you. I mean everyone knows that by know."

"But like our private moments. Like lately and before?"

"Nope they are our secret forever."

"Good" 

"Ready to go?" he asked and took my hand.

We stepped off the elevator with all our stuff needed for the show tonight to see everyone waiting in the lobby ready to go. Everyone watched Zayn kiss my forehead before we exited the elevator.

I took a deep breath and with Zayn's hand in mine I felt ready to show everyone that I was in love.