A New Beginning

The Long Tour

The next week went by fast, too fast. Before I knew it, it was the night before the tour and Zayn was packing. I sat on his bed watching him pack, walking from his dresser to the bed and back again. This had to be one of the saddest days I could remember. He was going to be gone for almost a year. This was the beginning of February and he wouldn’t be back until January. I didn’t know how I was going to make it, especially with Niall gone too. I lie down on his bed and pull my knees to my chest. He glanced at me and walked into my room and returned with one of my hoodies.

“For good luck,” he said smiling. I returned his smile with a weak smile of my own. He frowned at me and climbed on the bed beside me. I straightened my legs and he pulled me to him. “Babe, this is just like last time. We will talk every day, Skype, text, call, whatever we can, alright?  The only difference is that this is longer, but I know we can do this. You are strong enough to do this,” he smiled at me. I looked at him with tears forming in my eyes.

“Maybe,” I said weakly. He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at me.

“You will be fine. We will be fine. If anything happens, you call me. If you can’t get me, call Paul. He always has his phone. Okay?”  I nodded and he kissed my nose.

“Don’t” I said turning my head away.

“What?”

“Don’t be all cute and sweet when you are getting ready to leave for a year,” I said pouting.

“But you like when I do that,” he said poking me. I squirmed and tried to hide my smile.

“Please don’t” I begged.

“Aw, but babe, we have to have fun tonight,” he whined, still poking me.

“Stop” I whined. He started tickling me and it was over. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I was laughing and squirming and he was smiling down at me. I kept trying to pry his hands away, so he grabbed both of my hands in one of his and locked them above my head. “You play dirty,” I told him.

“You haven’t even begun to see me play dirty,” he said with a wink. I blushed and looked at him.

“Excuse me sir, but you shouldn’t say such things to a lady,” I laughed. He chuckled and looked at me.

“Sorry, but I don’t see any ladies around here.” I kicked my foot up and hit his side.

“Jerk.” He stopped tickling me and shook his head no.

“Can’t use your feet. That’s not allowed,” he said before throwing a leg over me and sitting on my hips, holding me in place.

“Well, then I can’t use anything. You have my hands and my feet held down.” I looked up at him. He raised an eyebrow at me and it was like a light bulb went off in my brain. I flashed back to that first night he had tickled me and how I had stopped him then. He started tickling me slowly and bent forward until our noses almost touched.

“You remember now?” he asked. I bit my lip and looked up at him, his eyes were darker than usual and it sent a chill down my spine. He smirked when he felt my body shiver. His lips ghosted over mine, barely touching, his breath falling over my face. I closed my eyes and crashed my lips to his and moved our lips together. He bit my bottom lip making me gasp into the kiss and allowing him to slip his tongue in to dance with mine. I let a moan escape and felt him smile into the kiss. He released my hands and I returned the smile. I snaked my hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling him to me. He pulled back and kissed my jaw down to my ear, biting my earlobe. I bit my lip and pulled at his hair lightly. He laughed against my skin. He moved down my neck along my vein, alternating between kisses and bites. I pushed him up and looked at him.