Like I Love You: A Zayn Malik Romance

Trinity Ross has always been a fan of One Direction. Not a superfan, but a fan. And she gets the chance to meet them--on accident. Bumping into Zayn Malik on her journey to fame has been the best thing that's ever happened to her. But complications due to fame have risen. Will they stick it out? Or will everything come crumbling down?


17. So Far, So Good


"That was amazing, lads."

I nodded, a bit preoccupied. I didn't see Trinity. 

"Breathtaking show, boys," a female voice said.

I turned around, and there she was, walking towards me with a slight smile on her face.

My own lit up, as did my heart, and I opened my arms widely, the universal gesture for a hug.

She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around me and bury her face in my chest. This told me something was wrong. Normally, she would make a face and make some sort of remark somewhere along the lines of, "Ew, gross, you're sweating," or, "I refuse to touch you until you take a shower."

Now, though, she wasn't even talking, just breathing jaggedly.

Her trembling was also a bit of a dead giveaway.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her neck. "Love, what's wrong?" I murmured into her hair. God, she smelled good. Strawberries.

She shook her head and pulled it away slightly so she could make eye contact with me. I saw something in her stunning brown-grey eyes that I couldn't quite make out, but it was clear she was trying to hide it.

"Nothing," she said quietly. Though I could see the slight tears beginning to form.

"Bullshit," I whispered, so Harry couldn't hear.

Finally, she started crying--or, at least the tears broke free, as she didn't make a sound.

"I just love you so much," she said, her voice breaking, her eyes full of emotion. They were now dark blue. One of the things I loved most about her--her colour-changing eyes. I don't think she knew, though.

"I love you, too," I said immediately. Anything to stop the tears.

She pressed her lips against mine, and it was just that--a kiss. But this was so full of emotions, ones I couldn't quite understand, and only one of them clear to me: pure love.

When we pulled back, it was quiet. I hadn't noticed the boys leave . . .

I looked her right in the eyes; they were still slightly blue, but it wasn't that noticeable. Now they were mostly green.

Harry . . .

"Are you sure you're okay?" I murmured to her, holding her tighter.

I didn't even need an answer right then, because her eyes turned a brilliant green.

"Perfect," she whispered, pecking my lips once more. She stood back on her heels and took my hand, and we walked towards the bus parked outside.

"Whoops," I said, taking a step back. Bad idea; there were like eighty fans outside the doors.

I looked over my shoulder, panicking slightly. "Uh, Pauly?" I called.

There was no need for an answer; the Higginator himself barged through the door, waving his arms back and forth above his head, other security guards behind him holding red velvet ropes and their poles.

"Back up, back up, or there will be serious consequences," Paul yelled over the roaring fans. They screamed louder, but obeyed nonetheless; Pauly was a big man.

As he tried to get the fans to move back, the other guards--which were really just men in black shirts and jeans, earpieces and all--set up the ropes along either side of the door. Once they were done, I silently thanked them and pulled Trinity closer so that my arm was around her waist and my other hand was now holding hers. We started walking towards the bus.

"Sorry, guys," Pauly called out over the screams. "They're exhausted, they can't sign anything."

There was a collective "Awww," and it made me smile. "I love you guys anyways!" I yelled, and the screams sounded again.

I smiled brightly--er, as bright as I could; I was so tired--at all the cameras as Trinity, Pauly, and I continued walking. Once we finally got to the bus, Trinity looked back and blew them all a kiss, which resulted in the fans going crazy. I laughed and pulled us onto the bus.

Paul shut the door behind us, not bothering to come in, and I let go of Trinity to walk to the kitchenette. 

"Nice to know the fridge is a better option than me," I heard her say behind me. I looked back at her, and she was pouting--so adorable.

"You know I love you," I replied with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled and came to join me in looking in the fridge.

Or so I thought. When she got to where I was--I had my hand on the handle--she pushed me away and opened it herself. I took a step back when she pushed me, my eyes widening, then I frowned slightly. 

"Hey!" I protested. "What was th . . ."

Before I could finish what I was saying, Trinity did the sexiest thing I've ever seen: she bent over, her head in the fridge, and her . . . bum . . . right there in front of me. The way her back arched was just--indescribable. I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly-shaped body. Oh, God, it made me want to do things to her.

I didn't see when she stood back up, or when she turned back around to face me, but the next thing I knew, her hand was in my face, fingers snapping. The shine of her black nails is what caught my attention and brought me back to reality.

I blinked. "Huh?"

She smirked, and, my God, that was sexy. She came forward, but I stepped back, not wanting her to know what was . . . going on. We kept going the two feet until I was forced back against the island, and I was panicking, but I was also incredulous.

She was just inches away from me now. She reached up and grabbed a fistful of my white shirt, right above my chest, and I was pretty sure she could feel my heart racing furiously. My breathing was quick and heavy, and I saw amusement in her eyes. She stepped closer, so that now her entire body was pressed against mine. I could only--hopelessly--pray that she couldn't feel anything.

Trinity stood up on her tiptoes, making her body slide up mine. I gulped.

"Maybe next time, you should pick your girlfriend over the fridge," she whispered seductively in my ear. She blew in it, giving me intense goosebumps and making me want her even more.

She pulled away. "I'm going to shower now," she said normally, like everything that just happened, didn't. I stared at her in shock as she walked away, and my eyes couldn't help but stray down. Now she was teasing--and if what she did before wasn't, I'm scared to see what her idea is--by swaying her hips even more. I could only look briefly, though, because she then disappeared into her room. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

Holy shit.

I had no idea Trinity was capable of turning me on this much. Now it seemed as though that was the only thing she was trying to do to me.

And I wouldn't have minded it as much . . . if she hadn't've just walked away like that, leaving me to attempt to deal with myself.

But no matter what I thought of, the images she gave me were stuck permanently in my head. 

"Dammit," I growled, putting a fist to my forehead and biting my lip furiously. Nothing was working.

It seemed like seconds later when Trinity came back; I was still standing against the counter, trying to calm myself down.

I opened my eyes, but then they popped wide open; Trinity was wearing only, as far as I could see, one of my T-shirts and holding a pair of her cute knee-high socks with different patterns on them. I loved those.

She smiled. "Zayn, why are you still standing there?"

Dear God, please make this stop!

When I didn't respond, she shrugged and focused on her socks. I did nothing but watch.

She unfolded the tops, unrolling them so that the socks were now hanging limp in her hands. She took one in either hand . . . then put her leg up on the arm of the couch . . .

Good God.

I couldn't stop myself from staring at her perfect legs, and the way her body curved, especially--

Stop it, Zayn, you can't think about this now, not with your . . . issue.

Trinity's hair was pulled over her right shoulder, so I could perfectly see her beautiful face. Her long lashes--that didn't need mascara--lightly brushed her cheeks as she looked down. She was pulling one sock onto her left leg, that was raised, and I felt my heart beating faster.

As she did the same to the other, I gulped. When she was finally finished, she put her leg down and turned to start walking towards me, raising her hands to her still-wet hair. She started pulling it back into a ponytail--which confused me, as she didn't have a hairtie--but I liked it wet, so I stepped forward and met her halfway, taking her by surprise as I wrapped my arms around her torso tightly. She gasped, but then relaxed immediately. She hesitated, then linked her hands behind my neck.

We stared into each other's eyes for a second before she smiled beautifully up at me. "What?" she asked.

My eyes flickered to her lips as I responded, "You don't think you can do that and get away with it, do you?" I looked back into her eyes.

She leaned her head slightly to the side. "Do what?" she asked innocently.

"Don't play that," I breathed, leaning closer.

"I didn't do anything," she replied lightly, her eyes on my lips.

I just looked at her. "Really. I think you know how much you affect people. That's not very nice."

She giggled; I had to hold in my smile.

"No. But I know how much I affect you." She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine, but I kept my lips pressed together tightly.

Trinity groaned, but never took her lips off mine. I stood still.

I guess she got tired, because all of a sudden she gripped the fabric over my chest and pulled my body against hers, surprising me and making me open my mouth in surprise. The taste of her lips was always addicting, though, and I smiled and kissed her back; she returned it with a smile of her own. I slid my hands to her waist and pulled her into me, gripping her like our lives depended on it.

Mere seconds later, we were full-on making out. Our tongues were battling for dominance, so I decided I'd show her what she'd get for punishment.

I took a step forward, making her step back. We did this until she hit the back of the couch. She sat down on the back, but I was still standing up; it was kind of a big couch. I tightened my grip on her waist as I stood between her legs, which were pressing against the sides of mine so she wouldn't fall back or anything.

Somehow, she deepened the kiss, our mouths moving quickly together in sync. We only broke it so I could pull her shirt off; I tossed it somewhere, then put my hands back in place. She put her hands on my shoulders.

I slowly ran my hands up her sides, smirking into the kiss as I felt her shiver. When my hands were halfway up, I removed my lips from hers and moving to her neck, continuing there. She moaned after a couple seconds as I hit her spot, leaning her head back and holding my shoulders tighter.

Still kissing her sweet spot, I began moving my hands up again, this time going to her back, where I unclasped her bra and let the sides fall slack. I felt her grip tighten, both her legs and hands, as she pulled me closer so that every inch of her was against every inch of me. . . . I could see what she was doing.

Trying not to smirk, I pulled back after running my hands back down her sides. I stepped back, not able to hide my smugness anymore.

She frowned at me in disbelief. "Hey, what was that for?"

"You wanna tease, I can do it even better." I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets.

She literally pouted, reaching back to clasp her bra back, then sitting up straight for a second as she adjusted her fallen bra strap. She slouched, blowing a gust of air at her bangs, which had somewhat fallen to her face.

"That wasn't nice," she said, sounding like an upset five-year-old.

"Aw," I cooed, taking my hands out of my pockets as I stepped closer to her. "Did the mean Zayn upset wittle Trixie?" I asked in a baby voice, cupping her face in my hands.

She kept her pout, and I chuckled. She was too adorable. I kissed her gently, then pulled away so I could eat, then shower.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I took the last bite of my sandwich.

"To shower," I said in a 'duh' voice over a mouthful of food, walking in the general direction of my room.

"Oh . . . well, after you shower, do you wanna go out or something?"

I smirked at her. "My, my, asking me out on a date, are we?"

She rolled her eyes. "Am I not allowed to go out with my boyfriend?"

My smirk softened into a smile. "Where do you wanna go?"

She shrugged, adjusting the neckline of her shirt, which she had put back on while I was making my sandwich. "Just anything. I'm bored as fuck."

I chuckled, starting to walk again. "I'll think of something while I shower."

"Okay. Don't have too much fun!" she called after me. "Who knows what you'll do in there, with the warm water running down your body . . . your naked self . . . I don't want to have to come in there," she trailed off while I laughed.

"I wouldn't mind!" I called back. I heard her mutter, "Perv," and I just laughed and went to get some clothes.






I'm aware that this is a billion years late, I'm so sorry </3 I'm just going through a whole bunch of shit right now and it's not looking pretty. Please forgive me.

Guyssss, fan and comment! I know you're there--I have 1552 reads--but you guys are so quiet and it breaks my heart </3 so I'm gonna be the rude person i am and ask for two comments from different people, because right now the comment board is pretty much dead.

I forgot what else I had to say, so that's all lololol

Love you, stay sexy, and please comment, you have no idea how much your words mean to me <3 xx

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