Across the ocean (15+)

It is usually no big deal for Zayn Malik to sleep with girls every now and then, but when one of his one night stands turns out to be one of One Direction's new make up artists, things turn out a little different than he had planned...


8. Jetlag, showers and sexual frustrations

As I walked up the stairs to my apartment later that night, I felt pretty exhausted. The day hadn't exactly been hard, but I guess that the jetlag had gotten to me. My eyelids felt heavy, and every third minute a slight yawn escaped my lips. I plugged the key into the lock, turned it, and heard the door unlock with a little click. I pressed the handle down, and pulled the door in. The smell of my new home welcomed me, and I breathed in deeply. I stepped inside, just to be overwhelmed by the silence. My heart shrank in my chest, and I felt left alone. Which actually was the case. I was left alone. I pulled my shoes of, and kicked them aside. Then I silently walked into the little hall, where the kitchen door was to my left, and the living room right ahead, my bedroom to left as well, and my bathroom right beside me, to my right. I stood in the little hall for some minutes, listening to the silence. It was not a nice silence, it was a lonely and overwhelming silence. It felt louder than thunder. I took a deep breath, and slid my hand down in the pocket on my bum, to grab my phone. My stomach was turning, I was hungry. That kind of hunger where you really wanted to be full, but you didn't want food. I decided to ignore it, and stepped into the bathroom. I had forgotten to turn off the lights before I left in the morning, so it was still turned on. I placed my phone on the sink, and grabbed my toothbrush.
While I was brushing my teeth, I walked a little around placing my make up in the drawers, and on the shelfs on the wall. I realised that I had had my toothbrush in my mouth for like seven minutes, so I decided that I might had brushed them enough. I spit out, washed the brush, and then I looked a little around. I should remove my make up, and then I could go to bed.
I removed my make up, undressed. Threw my undies in the laundry basket, and then I headed out of the bathroom. Naked. 
I grabbed a pair of undies in my drawer in the bedroom, put them on.
After that I decided to call my mom, so I did.


Zayn's P.O.V:   


I turned the water on, and slid my boxers down my legs, and kicked them off my ankles. Tomorrow we would be doing a photoshoot for Teen Vogue, but it was only a test, so this time it wouldn't be published. In the late fall we would get a real photoshoot for Teen Vogue, that was already planned. As I stepped into the shower, and felt the first drops of water on my skin, I breathed out deeply. Within seconds I was wet from head to toe. I closed my eyes, and tried to focus on my breathing, but the memory of her was taking over my mind. She was going to be there tomorrow, and I already found it hard to think of her, without getting pictures from that night back into my mind. I found it even harder to imagine tomorrow. A part of me wanted to see her, but another part of me was not really in the mood for being close to her. Sooner or later I would have to talk about it with her. 
It was there, and we both knew. None of us had forgotten it. 
I let my fingers run through my wet hair, deciding that I might as well could wash it now that I was in the shower. I reached out for the shampoo, and squeezed some of the cream into the palm of my left hand, then I put the bottle back its shelf. I started to rub the shampoo into my hair, while I leaned my head and neck a bit back, not to get the shampoo in my eyes.
I closed my eyes. Her body and face came right into my mind again. Don't get me wrong, I was not crushing on her. That would be like crushing on a stranger.
I was just a teenage boy, that found a girl attractive. It was not unusual to imagine other people naked, I knew that... But when it came to her, it felt terribly weird. It was not like I wanted to see her in my head, but the pictures and memories just wouldn't leave, though I tried to push them away. I felt my body change somehow. Like small tickles ran over my lower parts on my body. I was used to the feeling, I knew it all too well, but it was so wrong. 
I cursed under my breath and tried to calm myself down a bit. It didn't work, and my imagination ran wild... 
What would it feel to have sex with her in the shower? In my shower? I bit my lip slightly, and tried to ignore the feeling of my private part hardening a little. I didn't even want to fight the feeling anymore, it felt wrong to think about her in that way. But somehow she really messed up my brain at that moment. How would it feel to have her legs wrapped around my waist, as I held her up against the wall? It would definitely not feel bad. I groaned back in my throat, not only in the sudden sexual frustration, but also in frustration. 

God dammit. 

I hurried to wash the shampoo out of my hair, and turned the water off. As soon as the hot water no longer was touching me, and the cold air hit me, I could feel the pictures of her fade out. 

Oh gosh, what had I been thinking? 

She was an american girl, that worked for me. I was somehow her boss. I shook my head and tried to shake the last pictures of her out of my head, but they were stuck. Stuck in my brain like they were tattooed on. 

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