Thought of You

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  • Published: 28 Sep 2012
  • Updated: 28 Feb 2013
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COMPLETED. Clara-Rose Flemming. 17 years old. Model and actress. Got a call from her agent to be in a music video at Malibu Beach. She goes and finds that it's One Direction's video. She never gets in a relationship with anyone she works with. BUt will Zayn change her mind?


20. Chapter 20


Chapter 20


I drove around until I found Zayn’s apartment. I parked out front of the building and I couldn’t help but marvel at how grand it looked. I didn’t know what I expected but this looked more like an office building than an apartment. I walked up to the doors and buzzed on Zayn’s intercom. He immediately buzzed me through and I went on inside. The more I walked the more I wished I lived in this place. It looked so grand and posh and like a goddamn hotel. Finally, I stopped out front of his door and I knocked lightly. The door opened and Zayn’s face immediately lit up.

‘Hi.’ He grinned.

‘Hi.’ I grinned back. 

He opened the door wider to let me in and I slipped through the doorway. I looked around his apartment and it looked so much like a guy’s place. There were magazines and shoes everywhere. There were pieces of paper on the coffee table and two x-box controllers sat on top of the papers. The kitchen was just visible from the doorway and the hallway contained three doors.

‘Nice place.’ I commented.

‘Made just for the best singer in the world; me.’ He beamed as he walked past me.

‘Never picked you for a guy with a big ego.’ I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on the sofa next to him.

‘I don’t have a big ego. I just think I’m the most amazing person in the world. No big deal.’ He shrugged his shoulders and I rolled my eyes at him. I whacked him on the chest.

‘Amazing person in the world my ass.’ I muttered as I stood up to go explore the rest if his place.

‘I agree, your ass is pretty amazing.’ I turned around to find him checking my ass out and he didn’t look like he was trying to cover it.

‘Zayn Malik. My face isn’t down there.’ I scolded before spinning on my heel and walking towards the hallway.

‘Which is a good thing. Imagine kissing a face down there.’ He called. I looked over my shoulder and I found him shivering in mock disgust.

‘I bet you’d kiss it anyway.’ I laughed.

‘That’s disgusting, Rose.’ He said, his voice slightly closer now. I turned to find him a few metres away from me. I opened the first door that I saw and slipped inside. Just as I closed the door, Zayn reached it and I slammed it shut and locked it.

‘Rooooose, let me in!’ He banged on the door as I observed the room I locked myself in.

‘Is this your room?’ I called as I walked over to the unmade bed.

‘Yes, which is why I don’t feel comfortable with you in there.’ He whined as he kept kicking the door and shoving against it.

‘Why? What are you hiding in this room, Zayn Malik?’ I asked as I pulled open drawers on his bedside table.

‘N-nothing.’ He stuttered and i smirked to myself.

‘Was that a lie?’ I taunted as I ripped open another drawer.

‘No, it wasn’t! Just let me in, Clara.’ He tried to sound threatening but I laughed it off anyway.

‘Is this porn I see?’ I said, lying about what I was looking at.

‘How did you find those!?’ He sounded shocked and my eyes widened in surprise. My back straightened and I walked to the door and opened it.

‘You hide porn in your room?’ I asked, incredulously. 

‘I thought you said you found them?’ He asked, nervously. I threw my head back as I laughed like a hyena.

‘I never found anything! HAHAHAHA, ZAYN MALIK HIDES PORN IN HIS ROOM!’ I screamed as I laughed like crazy.

He laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. His expression was priceless. Totally made my day.

‘Yeah, I was just... you know, joking around. Ha ha ha, there’s no porn in my room. I was just kidding.’ He said in a totally unconvincing voice. I laughed again and patted his cheek.

‘You keep telling yourself that, big boy.’ I giggled again and walked out of the room.

‘You’re never going to let this go, are you?’ He asked from behind me and another wave of giggles broke out and I turned around to face him. I shook my head, no, and grinned at him.

‘Great.’ He mumbled and I giggled again.

‘Who knew that the Zayn Malik would watch porn.’ I announced laughing to myself again.

‘Clara-Rose Flemming.’ He warned and I just laughed again.

He walked towards me as I laughed again and he reached out and tickled my sides. I was engulfed in more laughter as he tickled my sensitive spots. I tried pulling his arms away from me but it was no use. He just kept tickling me and I was starting to run out of breath.

‘Okay, okay. I’ll stop.’ I got out. 

‘Do you promise?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, okay. I promise.’ I laughed. He stopped immediately and I finally realised how we were positioned.

I was laid down on the couch and he was on top of me, legs on either side of my body. He was straddling me and His face was inches away from mine. My lips were spread into a grin as I looked into his hazel eyes. His eyes darkened with lust and I watched as his eyes flickered to my lips then back to mine. I stared back at him, daring him to make the first move. He slowly started to lean in and once his lips just brushed on mine, he stopped.

‘You have such a sexy body, Rose.’ He whispered and i felt his minty breath on my lips. I smirked to myself.

‘It’s a shame you’re not getting of it.’ I whispered back, a little seductively.

He growled and he hungrily put his lips on mine. His lips moulded with mine and he adjusted his legs so that one was in between mine and the other was on the other side of one. His hands trailed up and down my sides. I felt them grip onto my upper thighs, just under my ass. My arms trailed up his chest, slowly until I reached his neck. From there, I wrapped it around his neck and slipped my hands into his black hair. 

I felt his tongue lightly graze over my lips, asking for entrance. I decided against it, playing hard to get. I smirked to myself when I felt him get a little impatient. A sound came from the back of his throat.

‘Let me in, Rose.’ He growled against my lips. I pulled away and he looked shock at how the kiss ended abruptly.

‘No.’ I grinned and I pressed my lips against his neck. 

I flipped us over so I was on top of him now. I kissed up and down his neck and along his jaw line. I nibbled slightly on his earlobe and back down his neck. I reached a spot and he gave a breathy moan. I smirked to myself and sucked on the spot before moving away. I moved back up to his jawline before moving back to his lips. He flipped us over again and he pulled away.

‘You suck for controlling me like that. Now you’re going to pay.’ He threatened before putting his lips on mine again.

I trailed my hands over his chest until I got to the hem line of his shirt. I let my hands slip under the shirt and I felt his abs against my hands. My hands moved around on its own accord. I took in no part of its actions but I let them roam freely over his body. He moved his lips to my neck and I automatically arched my back, pressing my body into his. I tilted my head, allowing him better access. Once he reached a spot on my neck, I let out a breathy moan and he started sucking on it. Great, a hickey on my for tomorrow.

His hands moved up my beige sweater and onto my stomach. He caressed my hips for a bit before moving up higher. Once he reached just under my bra, I pushed his hands away.

‘No.’ I protested quietly before bringing his head back onto my lips.

We made out for a bit longer and in the end, he ended up topless with my shirt halfway off. 

‘I honestly hate to end this, but I’m sort of hungry.’ I said, awkwardly when we both pulled away. He just laughed and stood up, offering his hand to me.

‘Let’s go eat, little pig.’ He said as he hauled me off the couch. 

‘I bet you eat more than me.’ I snorted, unladylike.

‘Well, yeah. I’m a guy.’ He shrugged as if it was the most obvious reason.

‘Please, I can take you on eating a whole sandwich in a minute. Mebbe even less.’ I challenged him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

‘Bring it on.’ He said and we went to the kitchen to make ourselves a sandwich.

‘Rules?’ He asked me.

‘No spitting any of it out. No making the other one laugh. No provoking. And loser does whatever the winner wants. Plus bragging rights.’ I listed them.

‘Fair enough.’ He nodded in approval.

‘One... two... three.’ We both started gobbling the sandwich as fast we could.


‘I won! I won! I won! In your face, sucker!’ Zayn bragged in my face. I sighed in defeat. How the hell did I lose that?

‘You only won by a second. And that was because I choked a bit.’ I grumbled to him.

‘Yeah, yeah, you sore loser. You get to be my slave for a day. You do whatever I want you to, not matter what.’ He grinned triumphantly.

‘Please, please, please don’t make me have sex with you. Because that’s practically rape.’ I begged jokingly.

‘It wouldn’t be rape unless you enjoy it.’ He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

‘I bet it’s not all that good.’ 

‘It is! I can prove it to you here and now.’

‘Hell no, I’m not going to have sex with you because I’m your slave. And please don’t make me watch porn with you. That’d be so disturbing.’ I cringed away in mock terror.

‘I knew a porn joke would come up soon.’ He grumbled and I just laughed.

‘That’s what you get for stashing porn in your room, big boy.’ 






Lols, hot and heavy ;). And call me lame and all but I actually cracked up about all of this. It was quite funny. Anyways, enjoy and all. 


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