One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19,

Deelana's POV

Slow dance, fast-paced dance, slow dance, fast-paced dance... It was a never ending cycle. After six songs, Zack and I sat back down and I drank the night away. It was true that he was an awful dancer, but it was the amicable atmosphere that made it memorable. I don't even remember how many drinks I've had, is that bad? The reception usually lasts six to seven hours. Here we are, hour eight and the majority of the people have left.

"We should go," Zack had told me a few times, but I insisted on staying to finish off my last glass of champagne.

My uncle Seth and his family left shortly after dinner and my mother and Robert are nowhere to be seen. I saw my uncle Sam in the church and had a quick word with my aunt Sue. I did manage to speak to everyone, so that's good.

"How do you feel?" Zack asked me and I giggled.

"Grrreat." He rolled his eyes at me and handed me my purse and jacket. We dropped our envelope into a bucket at the front- Wait! I didn't know we gave them money? Zack must have! If I wasn't in this unbreakable good mood, I would have told him how mad I was. He signalled down a cab that was roaring down the street and gave him directions to our hotel. I took my heels off in the middle of the sidewalk and carried them. I smacked my forehead on the roof of the car as I was entering the taxi and Zack laughed. My feet and head are killing me!

It was not a far drive, so we got back to the hotel in twenty minutes or so. Zack paid the taxi driver as I got out of the car, putting my shoes back on. I ran to the elevator in my heels before I tripped and fell. Luckily, Zack was there to catch me and I held onto his hand. He looks so hot in those dress pants... We told the front desk that our wake-up call was at three in the morning because we had to catch our plane at six. That gives us... One hour before we have to wake up!

When our elevator was ready, I jumped inside, tugging Zack's tie to bring him closer to me as the door slowly shut. I kissed his lips and he moved his hands to my waist, gently rubbing circles.

"I neeeeed y-you tonight," I pleaded and he shook his head.

"You're drunk," he stated the obvious and I chuckled, slamming him against the wall.

"I don't c-care." I finished unbuttoning his shirt when the door slid open, Zack bursting into a sprint up the stairs to the penthouse suite. I was hardly up the steps when Zack opened the door of our room, casually waiting for me. I took my heels off and carried them inside, tossing them on the couch before I yanked Zack by the tie to the bedroom.

"You're choking me," he whined and I rolled my eyes. I pushed him on the bed, the rose petals tumbling to the floor.

"You're going to make sweet l-love to me whether y-you like it or n-not."

"No, you're drunk," he repeated himself before walking to the bathroom and turning the shower on... I fumbled with unzipping my dress, but when I was ready, I snuck into the bathroom and met him in the shower.

"What the hell are you-"

"Save it," I whispered, kissing his lips tenderly. I just wanted to kiss him with so much enthusiasm, his lips would be swollen the next day.

Zayn's POV

She is slobbering all over me! Do I just push her away? No, that would be mean. I let her kiss me while I rinsed my hair. When I was finished, I turned the shower off and left her in there. I slid some boxers over my legs and hopped in bed. I don't like the taste of alcohol as much anymore and she smells of it!

***

"Why would you do something like that?" Deelana was lecturing me in the morning. Why does she not have a hangover? If she did, she would shut up! I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but the phone kept ringing. I picked it up and it was a monotoned voice telling me that this was my wake-up call I requested.