Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 34 Left Hot and Bothered

Rosalie's Pov

I guess you can say Zayn and I are back on good terms. We ended up talking more of our little dilemma when we got ready for bed. We were both at fault and neither of should of jumped to conclusion. I'm just glad we're back to being us again. Zayn literally can't keep his hands off me. I guess things have to fall apart a bit to come together even better.

"You know." I begin to say.

"Hmm." Zayn fiddles with my fingers as we sit and watch telly together. His family is gone for the day and we have the house to ourselves.

"We never really discussed the whole tour thing. I mean when exactly are you leaving. When do you come back?" Maybe I shouldn't bring this up after we just fixed things between us. "You know what never mind." I shake my head.

"It's okay love." He kisses the side of my head. "Well like I said before we don't leave until February but we do have a couple of concerts here in London a couple days before we officially leave for tour. And there's rehearsals so I'd say work doesn't start until the last week of January. And we're on tour for six months. "

Tour for six months? What's going to happen to us when he leaves? What am I going to do without him? Damn it when did I become so dependent of someone?

"Rose did you hear me?"

"Uh sorry no." Zayn chuckles a bit before he begins to talk again.

"I said you'll come to the concerts right? Your going to be my number one fan cheering me on right?" He looks into my eyes with his caramel colored ones. His thumb rubs circles on my hand.

"Of course Zayn." I intertwine my fingers with his. "I even think I got my fan girling down if I do say so myself." I beam.

"Oh really let me see." He arches his eyebrow and smirks at me. I get up from the couch and stand in front of him.

"Okay here goes nothing." I take a breath. "Oh my god your Zayn Malik." I squeal. "I love you so much. Please marry me. I'm like your soulmate, we're meant to be together." I begin to jump up and down and then I notice his eyes are fixated on my chest. I stop and put my hands on my hips.

"You should umm continue jumping up and down" He suggests.

"Not going to happen." I retort.

"Aww come on that was the best part of the whole thing, apart from you asking me to marry you." I begin to choke on my own breath.

"I-I didn't really ask you to marry me Zayn." I sit back down next to him on the couch. He swings his arm over my shoulders and brings me in to him.

"Haven't you thought about ever getting married?" He asks me.

"Uh no not really. I always thought I'll be you know alone up to this point." I honestly tell him. Not once have I thought I would get married. I always thought nobody would be interested in me.

"Funny how life works out huh? Here you are with me. I bet you never thought you would be dating a celebrity huh?"

"Not in a million years." I giggle. He nuzzles his face into my neck.

"So maybe marriage can be a possibility for us- I mean you right?"

"Uh I guess maybe. I don't know." I sigh. Why is he bringing this up? He begins to leave kisses on my neck and making my heart flutter.

"So us getting married is out of the question?" He begins to lightly nip at my tender skin. I bite my lip from letting a small moan escape.

"I-I don't know. Are you asking me to marry you?" I ask. He pushes me down onto the couch, his body is lightly pressed against mine. He uses his knee to pry open my legs. Zayn cups my breasts and and leaves wet kisses from my jaw line down to my neck.