Secrets (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 3

“You’re way too beautiful girl

That’s why it’ll never work.”

Alyson giggled as she went upstairs, hearing Zayn singing from the shower.

“Hey pretty boy. Keep it down, will ya?”

“So you admit I’m pretty?” He asked from the other side of the door, with a smirk.

“Cocky bastard.”

“You know you love me.” He joked.

If only you knew…

“I’m in my room okay? I need to talk to you when you’re finished.”

“Something wrong?”

“Just get out of the shower already, Zayn.” She said as she walked to her room.

She grabbed her phone and texted Perrie.

Hey Pez, I’m about to talk to Zayn, okay? Don’t worry everything will be fine.

She didn’t wait for a reply as Zayn walked in, shirtless.

Water droplets falling from his hair onto his chest and stomach, making it harder for her to breathe. He had gotten some new tattoos from the last time she saw him and that only made her breathing harder than before.

“Like what ya see?”

She shook her head as she tried to get rid of those thoughts. “We need to talk.”

“About?”

“Don’t you want to put a shirt on?”

“No, I’m comfortable like this.”

She rolled her eyes and she got up and walked over to him. “You know, I always liked this tattoo.” She spoke as she put her finger on the lips tattoo. “Were they supposed to be Perrie’s lips?”

He chuckled. “Already got one tattoo of her, don’t need more.”

“I’ve always wanted to try something.” She whispered as she looked at him. “May I?” She said, pointing at the tattoo.

He shrugged, not sure of what she wanted to do. But his eyes got wide as her face got closer to the tattoo just above the middle of his chest.

It was as if the tattoo was at a perfect height for her because she didn’t have to lean down or stretch up. All she had to do was come closer as the place of that tattoo matched the height of her lips.

As she slowly placed her soft lips on the tattoo, Zayn felt like a fire was ignited inside of him. The way her delicate lips felt on his skin had him feeling emotions that he shouldn’t be feeling with someone other than his girlfriend.

The sparks, tingles, butterflies, and goose bumps that Alyson felt the moment her lips came in contact with his skin were overwhelming. But the way her lips matched perfectly with the ones tattooed on Zayn’s chest made her feel special.

What she thought was a coincidence, was the exact opposite. That tattoo was meant to be her kissable lips. He had spent days drawing and perfecting Alyson’s lips when he walked in the tattoo parlor and got it tattooed on his chest. But he will never admit that to anybody.

As if on cue to break that special moment, a sound came from Alyson’s phone, signaling that a message was received. As she snapped back to reality, she quickly moved away from him and walked back to her bed as the blood rose to her cheeks.