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Shopping

Chapter 11 - Shopping!

I woke up in someones embrace. My head was on their rock hard abs, while there arm was wrapped around my waist. When I turned over I saw Zayn staring at me. "What" was all I said. "I want to take you somewhere today, go get ready." I nodded and got off the bes only realizing a little to late that I was nude. I used my hands to cover my self. I turned around and saw that Zayn had a smug look on his face.

I quickly got my clothes off the ground and walked to the bathroom. I took a quick shower. It only lasted 10 minutes though. When I got out, I slid my underwear on, and my jeans. I then slipped on Zayn's football jersey. It blended in nice with what I was wearing. I walked out the bathroom moments later to catch zayn already ready. He was wearing a tight red shirt with tight jeans, and a chain around his neck. He looked good. I had to admit.

He lead me downstairs and to his car. He told me that we would get breakfast first, then we would go back to my house. I nodded in agreement. We went to pizza pizza and ordered a small cheese pizza. When we were done eating we got into his car and he drove me home. I found my mom in the kitchen "Hey honey, how was last night?" I stiffened a bit. "It was good. I'm going to go change quick." I ran up the stairs taking two at a time.

Walking over to my closer, I opened that door. I took out black skinny jeans, with a strapless top that was a champagne color. It was a bow at the middle to give off an elegant look. I then grabbed my black flats that had silver fake diamonds on it. I applied a little make up. The usually. Lip gloss, and eye liner. Rushing out the room, I made my way downstairs. I kissed mom goodbye and ran out the door. Zayn was in his car waiting for me.

I opened the passenger side and got in. He pulled out of the drive way and headed to a place. I asked him where he was taking me but he didn't answer. He just kept driving. It was a 15 minute drive. The whole time I kept bugging him to tell me where we were going, but he wouldn't. He said it was a surprise and I just had to wait. We pulled up in at a fancy store called Le Chateau. They had the best dresses ever. He came out and walked to the passenger side. He opened it for me and we walked into the store.

"What are we doing here?" I asked. He just told me that I need to pick out a dress for tonight .... what was tonight?? I didn't bother picking one out since he wouldn't tell me what it was for. He was getting angry now, so he decided on a dress. He came back 3 minutes later holding the most gorgeous dress and heels I have ever seen. I have to say he had good taste. The satin black dress glistened under dimmed lights almost making it sparkle like the stars in the sky. It flowed like a river in an hour glass shape and the one strap gave it a sexy yet elegant look. When I twirled, it would wrap itself around me for a second then it would formally slide back in place. It hugged my hips kinda like a kitten would hug its mother. To me it was amazing. It made all of my good parts stand out leaving me looking stunning.

The heels were a different story now. He got me a pair of black heels that looked both dangerous, and sexy. When I walked it added a little clack to the floor. Making every step powering with just a few sounds. It had some sparkly bits added at the top to make it look elegant with a bit of excitement. The only bad thing about these heels were ... they were 5 inched stilettos. I was okay though, I used to wear stilettos all the time when me and my room would get invited to parties.

Zayn pushed me into a dressing room, and held the door in place with his hand. I changed into the elegant dress, with the empowering heels. I came out a few seconds later, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked hot, I mean literally hot. I guess my hair gave it the extra boost it needed because it was all curled up. When I got out, Zayn's mouth was hanging in an "O" shape. I walked over to him and closed it before he started to get drool all over himself.

We walked over to the cashier, and Zayn paid for the dress. It was $350. When we got back into the car, I got out my wallet and handed him the $350 back, but he refused to take it. He said "Sorry, but that dress is a gift for you." I laughed and put the money back in my wallet. We were finally done shopping, but I didn't get why I was still wearing the dress, and why he had turned the opposite direction to my house .... what was happening? Was all I though. He saw the confusion on my face and said "Oh, were not done yet. There are two more places I want to take you before I take you home." I just nodded, and he told me that I might as well sleep since we still have an hour before we reached the place he was taking me.

I laid back in my seat, and slowly drifted into a nice slumber.