Your Creation • Zarry

39. Natural

August 2013

As I ran off from stage I felt a hard slap on my ass. I turned around and spotted Zayn giving me that look. The look. That specific look where he had that glimmer of mischief twinkling in his eyes. That was the look I hadn't seen for weeks and I just knew this was going to finally be our night. We had just finished our first show in Las Vegas and we had another the following day, but we all planned on staying for three nights total in the top suites at the best hotel on the strip, which is everything that I needed.

"Who's going clubbing tonight?" Liam asked as we piled onto the tour bus.

"I'm definitely coming," Niall answered, flashing his bright, cheeky grin.

"What about you, Tommo? You and Eleanor coming?"

"Sounds tempting but I think El and I are gonna stay back and maybe do a date night."

"Harry? Zayn?"

Zayn and I exchanged looks. I personally did not want to go out clubbing and I was hoping that Zayn was able to read my mind in that moment. All I wanted was for us to be alone as soon as possible.

"Nah, we're gonna stay in and chill," Zayn answered and I nodded once, indicating that he got it right.

Liam gave us a rather smug look.

"Oh yeah? Chill? Is that what you're gonna do?"

"Cuddle and watch The Notebook I bet," said Niall, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Fuck The Notebook. We'll cuddle up and watch Scarface," Zayn quipped back.

"Ahh, yes...Scarface. Zayn, lad, you are the king of romance has anyone ever told you that?" Louis interjected, nudging him playfully.

I snorted with laughter under my breath.

Shortly after, Zayn and I made our way up to the top floor of the hotel to the suite that we were conveniently and purposely both checked into. While Zayn was making us drinks at the mini bar, I flopped myself onto the California king sized bed and stared at him longingly, admiring the way he moved, the way his white tank top hung loosely on his brown skin, the careful chemistry of his drink making as his tattooed arms lifted up and down and I could feel myself already wanting him.

"So...what's our poison going to be?" I asked.

"Death in the Afternoon, except I'm changing it to Death in the Night," he replied casually.

I raised an eyebrow. What the fuck was that? I had never heard of that drink before. Zayn then turned around and flashed me a green bottle, shaking it a bit.

"Absinthe?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"Absinthe and sparkling wine, yeah. Hold the lemon."

"Where the fuck did you get Absinthe from?"

"Don't worry about it."

Ok, I was definitely turned on now.

"This was actually Ernest Hemingway's favorite drink," Zayn continued, walking over and handing me a glass.

"You're kind of sexy when you speak about literature," I mused, smirking slightly to myself.

"And you're kind of sexy when you don't speak at all," he joked, holding his glass up to mine.

"Cheers."

Needless to say we got drunk rather quickly and we found ourselves in the midst of this conversation about literature and poetry and at some point I found myself thinking about things I had thought about sometimes, things that I never shared with anyone until then when I all of a sudden felt brave enough to mention it.