Sweet Lover | z.m. + n.k

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OK... i haven't updated in over two weeks... i suck. 

this is a superlong chapter and there's also smut, so if you aren't into that don't read! 

I hope you enjoy :) I promise I will try my hardest to update faster

By Friday talk of the talent show had blown up completely, everyone was planning on entering. Everyone was falling at Camila’s feet asking her what the judges were looking for and she would just smile and soak in the attention and simply answer “They’re just looking for the best,” Camila would barely even tell me what they were looking for.

“Basically,” she said at the beginning of first hour before all of her minions could fall at her red bottoms. “There are going to be four judges, one will most likely be looking at singers, one for dancers, and the other two are mutual. They will watch everyone perform and come together to deiced first, second, and third. Also, my mom has been talking to some colleges and it looks like some people from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy will be coming as well. Most likely looking for new students to attend their college” Camila says with a smirk

“Oh my gosh, that’s awesome.” I say as I lean up against Zayn’s chest, his arms wrapped around my stomach and he nods against the top of my head, I can feel the scruff of his bread rubbing against my skin and it gives me that fuzzy feeling in my stomach again. “I need to come up with an awesome routine,”

“Remember though, Harry wants to win too, he’s really good you’ve got some thick competition.”

“Everybody wants to enter,” Lauren says and rolls her eyes but laughs “I’m thinking about it as well.”

“OMG!” Camila yells out and flips her curls “Really?”

Lauren nods with wide eyes and Camila gushes all over again “Oh my gosh! That would be awesome then you could like get yourself glammed up, and oh my lord I have never seen you wear makeup!” Zayn and I watch Camila gush and gush and we start to laugh. Zayn holds me close and his thumb slowly ends up under my shirt, running relaxing circles across my skin of my belly. “Hey Mocha?” he asks me after some time.

“Uh huh?” I ask in return.

“Can you come by my place tonight? My art studio is probably big enough for you to practice your routines while I paint?” He says and I look up into his brown eyes and look at the playful smile on his mouth and I smile back.

“I don’t see why not, but you really want me in your space like that?” I wasn’t going to tell Zayn that I thought he was one of those brooding artist that liked to be alone when they paint and maybe playing dark instrumental music while they do it, but, I kind of did do that.

Zayn chuckles “All I know is that I want to be near you tonight, and I also need to paint. So please?”

I nod at my boyfriend “Yeah, you got it.” And with that Zayn smiles widely and pulls me close his lips meeting mine making the rest of the world fade away.

-

Zayn dropped me off at my place so I could get some dance clothes before heading over to his place, and to my surprise, my parents were home. I didn’t even notice them when I first came up; I had practically ran up to my bed room and straight to my spanks and T-shirt dresser. But when I was coming into my kitchen there were my mother and father sitting at the table. “Parents?” I said in a confused tone, looking at my mother and then my father. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we do live here,” My dad says with a laugh getting up from the table “Now come give your dad a hug,” he turns to face me and pulls me into his arms for a death hug, I hug him back through my confusion and smile telling him how good it was to see him again. My parents were business people who travelled all over the world almost a full 9/12 months they were gone. I never really minded it because before I had my older sister and brother to keep me company but now since they were both adults this was some of the first time I was completely alone by myself. “How long can you guys stay for?”