The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 41 - You make me strong.

A/N- Isn't the tattoo thing adorable?!

I know right?

Anyways enjoy

Happy reading xx

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-Hannah's POV-

"Hello?" i croaked into the phone. 

"Hannah, this is your father here. How are you sweetheart?" dad said, he had a tendency to talk to me like he talks to his paitents. Whatever.

"I'm fine, daddy, hows you and mum?" i asked, turning to get off the bed. Obviously i didn't succeed because as soon as i moved, Zayn's arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer to him.

"We're fine, love. I spoke to Niall last night, he told me you got into Princey. I'm so proud of you kiddo." he said, sounding elated.

"Yes, thank you daddy, i was going to tell you myself but i didn't know if my messages would reach you." i said, guilty that it totally slipped off my mind to tell mp parents.

"It's fine Hannah,I don't blame you. Anyways, just called to check in. Have to go now. Bye kid, love you" dad said.

"I love you too daddy" i said, hanging up the phone.

I sighed turning around to face Zayn. I brushed my fingers across his stubble. 

I really liked it when he didn't shave sometimes, his stubble felt amazing against my skin.

"I can almost hear your thoughts, Hannah" Zayn smiled, his eyes still shut.

I leaned forward and kissed him. Even in his sleep, he was turning me on.

His phone started ringing from the bedside table, he turned over to answer it, groaning. "Yeah, Ma?" he said, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Uh-huh, okay, i'll be home in 15 minutes" he sighed, looking over at me remorsefully.

He flipped his phone shut and snuggled in closer to my waist. "I don't wanna leave, baby" he groaned, his face buried in the curve of my hips.

I tugged a little at his hair so he would look up at me, "Go, your mum called you. If it was someone else i would have tied you up to my bedpost with a sign saying that you're mine" i said, rolling my eyes. He sat up so that he was looking into my eyes.

"Would you now?" he said, cupping my face in his hands, tapping my chin.

"Do you doubt me?" I challenged.

"Maybe.." he said, letting his words trail, a cocky grin on his face.

"You better watch that mouth" i said, shoving a pillow at him.

"And what if all i want to do with it is kiss you? Do i have to watch it even then?" he said, holding both my hands with one of his own, the other one wrapped around the back of my neck, crashing my lips to his.

"Get up" i said, an idea in my mind. "And go stand against the bedpost" i winked at him, going over to my drawers to get a scarf.

He whistled when i walked back to him after retrieving the scarf. "Hands behind" i ordered.

"Yes, ma'am" he said, standing up straight against the post, his hands behind him. I reached behind him and tied his hands to the bedpost, surreptiously pushing my body against his. He moaned into hair.

I stood back and just looked at him. His olive skin was covered in black ink, only a few spots on his chest were bare. His ab muscles were toned to perfection, his biceps strong, protective.