Strawberry Fields Forever

Strawberry Fields Forever - Part Ten (10)

The car ride was around 40 minutes, and during that time Zayn and I managed to squeeze in a lot of talking. He’d taken off his suit jacket because of the air conditioning in the car, and I’d reluctantly put it on myself. The leather jacket was doing absolutely nothing, so this seemed like the only option. It was way too big for me, but I found a comfortable position in the car, somehow – my legs over his lap and my head resting against the head rest. My hair was straightened and messed up, so it didn’t really matter if I made it lopsided by leaning on the headrest. I’d fix it right away. Zayn was holding my cold hands and trying to warm them, but failing miserably. My circulation was bad already, but the English weather could only make it worse.

“Are you still cold?” Zayn questioned, concern tinting his voice. I snuggled up to him. The heating was at its highest and Zayn was burning hot, acting as my personal heater.

“Not as much,” I said, trying to get as much contact with him as possible to heat myself up just a little more. I was a little tired from all that walking this afternoon, but my excitement for tonight was wearing it off. Zayn and I had stopped talking, and were sitting in a comfortable silence. I held his hand tighter, suddenly shivering from an outburst of cold.

“We’re about ten minutes away, so you won’t have to endure this much longer,” Zayn said while looking out the window, checking his surroundings. I turned his face back around, looking at him.

“Why so serious?” I questioned, looking in to his eyes. He usually wasn’t like this.

“I’m thinking,” He answered, looking off in to the distance. He seemed a little distant, actually. Was he worried about something?  I captured his lips, causing him surprise. His mouth parted open in surprise, but he soon deepened the kiss and moved his hand up in to my hair, scrunching it with his fingers. I licked his lips, asking for entrance. He immediately opened his mouth, letting me explore it with my tongue. The kiss was soft and gentle – romantic, contradictory to our usual kisses. I let go, his face frowning.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked curiously. His pout was evident.

“Because, you need to smile a bit more. Lighten up,” I stated plainly. He sighed. In a flash, suddenly his eyes lit up.

“Maybe I don’t want to. You can’t exactly go and order me around, you know” he tutted playfully. I swung my leg around so I was saddling him and gently placed my hands on either side of his face. He grinned and raised his eyebrows at me.

“Excuse me, Mr. Malik, if I tell you to do something, you do it,” I whispered in to his ear seductively. His grin got wider and he hoisted me up so I was now leaning in to his chest. He trailed his finger across my cheekbones, eyeing my facial features. I hovered my lips above his and he flicked his eyes to look in to mine.  

“Is that right?” He questioned, flipping me over so that my back was against the plush leather seat. I winked, wrapping my legs around his back. Well, that escalated quickly. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never planned on this to happen. I guess Zayn was boosting my confidence … Or making me go crazy. Either.

“Well ...” He trailed off, smirking, dragging his eyes down my body, then up to me.

“I guess that kind of makes me a rebel, then,”

He began to nuzzle my neck, carving a smile in to my face. I shut my eyes, losing it a bit. I needed to get him back – he was trying to distract me and I was losing the control I craved. I became eye level with his hair. His hair! He hated it when I ruined his hair! I began moaning quietly, trying to lure him in to my trap. I could feel him grinning on my skin, probably thinking he had me wrapped around his finger … Until I pulled my hands up from his torso to his head, and began to mess up his hair. I laughed evilly.