Figure 8

17. I do.

~Zayn's POV~

I wake up and automatically remember that today is the day of the wedding because I swore to myself I wouldn't forget. I get up wearily and grab my tux that I'm going to wear and set it down on my bed then brush my teeth, take a shower, and fix my hair a little knowing that I'll just fix it again when I'm getting ready. That reminds me to get a duffle bag and fill it with hair product, cologne and the shoes I'm gonna wear then carefully fold my tuxedo and put it into the bag. By the time I finish this it's 7:00AM.

I hop out my window and climb up the ladder and quietly prompt open her window climbing right in. I look over at Mason who's still sound asleep and smile a little. I open up her closet and unfold the suit putting on a hanger and leaving the bag on the floor of her closet. I look back over at the window and there's a second closet. What the hell is that for? I open up the double door to be to astonished at what I see.

In there was a miniature bed connected to the whole perimeter of the closet so there was no headboard nor a floor to step on, against the wall was a window and a cornered bookshelf. Impressive. I decide to chill on the bed and close the double doors.

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~Mason Nicole's POV~

I walk back into my room from talking to my mom who's going to quickly buy her dress for the wedding. In my opinion a horrible last minute decision when it's already 8:00AM and she takes a long time to get ready. In the mean time I choose to go into my hiding spot and do some reading. I open the double doors almost frightened to see Zayn right there.

"Woah, uh hey." I furrow my eyebrows. "How long have you been in here?"

"An hour." He scoots to the end of the bed and signals me to get in. I sit at the opposite side of him and close the door. "How long has this been here?"

"Longer than you think Zayn." I laugh. "Where's your outfit?"

"In the closet." He says, I get ready to get out. "Don't look in the closet." The infamous smirk on his face.

"Whatever you say." I surrender.

"You're so sensitive." He breaks the short silence. I look at him confused. "I mean last night, in my room."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"I thought it was cute." His mood changes and he leans over me as I naturally sink in lying down. "It was about to be your first time doing something different."

I feel the tension hit me when he says the last word, this is a new side of Zayn.

He kisses my neck and across my collar bone making his way down to the top of my boobs.

"Too bad I didn't get to finish, or really even start." He says before kissing me sloppy but romantically. Making his way into my tank top and into my bra. He cups it and squeezes a little, my eyes slam shut.

"But you would've liked that Mason." He rubs his thumb on my skin. "You would've loved me exploring your body."

He knows what he's doing to me, he enjoys doing this. He lightly chuckles to himself and starts working his other hand slowly up my leg. I can picture this all in my head, and he's right, I hate to admit it.

"Even though you'd be grounded for life you would think it was so worth it 'cause you felt alive." He slides hand in between my legs pushing the fabric of my short and panties to one side of my inner leg.

***

"Are you okay baby?"

I nod, he takes my hand and leads it to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. He signals me to palm it, I let go once I felt it.