You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


18. Eighteen ღ


The hotel was warm on my damp skin as we made our way through the vacant lobby. The time had to have been late, surely, but it didn't seem to matter, now that I was back in his arms. Our fingers were intertwined when the elevator doors opened for us. As we got it, I took in the scene, my heart absolutely smiling. It was in this very elevator that my life changed completely.

Zayn looked down at me, a sweet smile curving in his lips. He must have thought the same thing.

We left our special place in the elevator and walked down the hall to Room 217. He jingled the keys out of his pocket and opened the door, allowing me to go in first. I had left the room dark, with the exception of a small lamp glowing behind the sofa. The whole place was comfortably peaceful.

I flicked on the bathroom light and peered into the oversized mirror. My hair had dried a little, with damp ringlets forming by the seconds. Make up was no where to be found; most likely I had cried it all off, but my eyes weren't red. The girl looking back at me was different, different from the girl I had seen a few hours ago. She had changed. I tilted my head to the side, trying to pick out what had changed. But then I knew. She loved and thought she lost, but the fear of losing pushed her to fight. She was a warrior. A beautiful warrior.

        "Knock knock," Zayn said quietly, leaning against the doorway. His eyes were watching me, humor twinkling in them.

        "Come in," I smiled at him.

He grinned and made his was over to me. His arms wrapped around me, my back pressed to his chest. He smiled at me in the mirror.

        "See that girl right there?" He asked, pointing to me. "She's my world." he kissed the top of my head, then rested his chin on my shoulder.

My smile couldn't have been any bigger. Because for the first time, the person I was willing to fight for was actually worth the fight. And he wasn't going anywhere.

We were quiet for a moment, completely happy just with each other. It would have been pure bliss to have stayed this way forever.

        "Can I ask you something?" I asked, staring at the reflection of his deep brown gaze.

        "Anything, love."

I took a breath ad scanned his features one last time.

        "Of all the fans, beautiful women, girls of all kinds..." I paused, looking at our interlaced fingers. "Of all the girls in the whole world. Why me?"

His gaze softened, and he licked his lips in thought. He, too, glanced at our hands, and for a second, I doubted his delayed response. But that doubt flew out the window as soon as he opened his mouth.

        "Because all those fans, those beautiful women, and those girls of all kinds..." his eyes captivated my sight. "They're just not you." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his eyes never leaving mine. The butterflies stirred at the bottom of my belly, fluttering up through me. I could only smile.

I felt his arms loosen around me as he kissed me on the cheek and let me go. "C'mon. Let's go to sleep." He gave me one last squeeze and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me blissful but wanting more. I hurriedly brushed my hair out and grabbed my toothbrush, rinsing it off as I finished brushing and checked my reflection one last time before leaving the bathroom. This boy just proved to me how much I meant to him. I had to return the favor. 

I slipped into my bedroom and caught a glimpse of Zayn in the kitchen. This was my chance! I squirted a little Pink Ice perfume on my wrists and neck and slid my dress up a little higher. One of the straps fell around my shoulder. I smiled a mischievous grin to myself. If he didn't know how much he meant to me after this, I don't know what would show him.

I pranced into the kitchen, twisting my hips probably a little too much. He was stirring up some tea as I opened the mini fridge door and grabbed out the whipped cream. I sat it on the counterand lightly brushed past his back to grab a spoon from the drawers. He glanced up and smiled, but continued his attention his tea. I furrowed my brows, completely frustrated, and opened the bowl of Cool Whip. I took out a big spoonful and returned the bowl back to the fridge, keeping my eyes on him as I walked back to the counter with my treat.

I perched up on the counter and crossed my legs. He was still stirring the tea.

        "Ahem," I coughed, probably a little too loud. He turned to face me.

I smiled slyly and licked my spoon, taking care to get all the whipped cream off. His eyes widened at the sight and I watched him intently as he swallowed hard.

        "Want some?" I smiled, mischief poised on my lips. His eyes stayed intent on my mouth and the spoon. He had stopped stirring his tea, the cup barely hanging from his fingers.

        "Huh..." he seemed to trail off.

        "Cool Whip. You want some?" I couldn't hide the humor in my voice.

He cleared his throat and shook his head. " I'm okay."

I laughed and hopped off the counter, returning my spoon to the sink. I sauntered over to him, leaving a wanting distance between us.

        "I'm gunna need your help in a minute..." I smiled, reaching for his fingers. I took a hand and put it on my hip.

        "Oh? What for?" he asked, setting his cup down before he dropped it. He put his other hand on my side.

I stood up on my tiptoes and spoke in his ear. "This zipper, I can't seem to reach it. Guess you'll have to help me take it off." My expression was coy as I pulled away and looked at his face. A sideways grin crept on his lips, and I led him to my bedroom.

He smoothed my hair to one side of my neck, his fingers grazing my nape. Chills ran up my arm and my heartbeat went flying as I felt him lightly tug on my zipper. It slid down slowly, almost teasingly, and the metal made a low zipping sound. My stomach was doing flips and twirls as the zipper met the end of it's track.

My straps fell down my shoulders and air was no where to be found as Zayn's warm lips met the skin at my lower jaw. I could feel heat radiating off his body behind me, his hands gentle and at my sides.

        "Have you ever..." He began, his kisses trailing down my neck. He was at my shoulders now.

        "No," My breath hitched at this new contact. My blood was hot as color rushed to my skin. His touch sent electricity through my veins.

        "Never?" he asked, I could feel the word on my skin. He slipped my strap further down my shoulder, kissing where the fabric had layed.

        "Huh uh," I gasped slightly as his fingers began trailing down my exposed back. I was the one who started this, why was I totally losing my cool?

        "It's just so hard for me to believe," he spoke softly, almost in awe. "You're so breathtakingly beautiful."

My throat clamped shut as his chin grazed my ear, the sand papery stubble making my nerves plead.

        "Zayn," I said, breathless. My knees were starting to buckle.

        "I'll take good care of you, love." His voice was low as I felt my dress slowly fall to the floor.

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