There was one week of tour left. Me and Zayn were going great, but I felt that whenever we were kissing or cuddled together, I could just feel Louis' sad little face watching us. One night, the boys were out so me and Zayn were alone. I was in bed, and he came and sat down. 'I'm cold' I said quietly. 'Well, lets change that' He winked, as he slipped under the covers with me. I giggled, as I felt his arms wrap round my waist. I turned around and smiled. 'I love you' He whispered, as he kissed me. 'I love you too' I replied. I felt his hands wander over my body, as he got the bottom of my top and started pulling it up. I unbuttoned his own shirt and he took off his own jeans. I pulled off my shorts and Zayn undid my bra. I giggled a bit and kissed him. Hestarted pulling down my knickers and I tensed up. 'Zayn wait..' I whispered. 'It's okay baby' He replied as he pulled my knickers off and distracted me by kissing me. He pulled his boxers off, and pulled the covers over our heads.