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 :)


5. Five ღ


It was late when I made my way back to the hotel. The lobby was quiet, and-with the exception of a few people-empty. I pressed up on the elevator,

I walked softly down the hall, twirling my handbag in circles at my side. I reached for my keys and then stopped right where I was standing. In front of my door sat a medium sized bundle, beautifully wrapped in patterned paper. Beside it was a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers I had ever laid eyes on.

        "Zayn," I smiled, my heart leaping through my chest at the thought of him. I picked up my gifts and unlocked the door.

I laid my surprises down on the counter and went to my bedroom. I changed into an extra large, over sized tshirt that I loved sleeping in, and piled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. Venturing back into the kitchen, I sat down at the counter to admire my lovely gifts. I picked up the bouquet, turning it from side to side and smelling each flower. Daisies of all colors lined the outside of the arrangement: blue, purple, yellow, and a vibrant pink. Baby's breath peaked up over the daisies, making the colors pop. Three orange lilies made a tiny circle in the middle, their petals overlapping some of the other flowers. And lastly, a single lavender tulip lay in the center, tying all of the other colors together. "Beautiful..." was all I could say.

A white band held the bouquet together, with a small note card sticking out a little. I plucked the card from the band and began reading. 

        "To Sheyanna; flowers as lovely as you are. -Zayn."

I moved the card around between my fingers, admiring the way he wrote my name. I placed the card on the table and grabbed some water for the flowers, placing them on my nightstand.

I carefully opened the perfectly wrapped gift I had left on the counter. The paper was shiny, almost metallic, and it shined and twinkled as I moved it off the present.

A red velvety box was nestled beneath the wrapping paper. I opened the lid and peered inside, my eyes landing on as many chocolates as I'd ever seen at one time.

        "My my my..." I ran my fingers over the box before picking one at the top. I popped it into my mouth and spotted a little note tucked under the tray of chocolates.

        "Chocolates; not nearly as sweet as you, love," it said. Wow, this guy was great. I picked up the box and made my way into my bedroom, hopping onto my bed and cutting on the TV.

It was after two when I heard a knock at my door. Jumping up quickly, I scrambled around to find some pants. With no such luck, I tugged my big shirt down as low as it would reach and ran to the door.

Zayn stood in front of me, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. "I'm so sorry," he began talking fast, "it took forever to get all the autographs done, and I went as fast as I could, I practically left the lads and ran here," he paused to breathe, even though his breaths were pants. "Girls were everywhere, there's no way I could have stayed any longer, I was going crazy, did you like your stuff? I just had to see you one more time tonight." He came closer and grabbed my hand. I put his arms around me and led him inside.

He rattled on about how crazy tonight had been and how sorry he was, and I just sat beside him, trying to hide my smile.

He paused and looked at me, grinning, "What? Too much?" I laughed and got off my stool, putting my arms around his neck. "I loved my stuff, Zayn," I said, staring right into his big brown eyes. They seemed to widen as I spoke.

        "Good, good. I was scared I was being creepy." He laughed nervously. I grinned and shook my head.

        "No, no. Not at all," I seemed to emphasize that last word. We were quiet for a moment, staring at eachothers faces. My eyes stayed locked on his. I leaned into him, lightly brushing my lips to his. They were so soft, I could have kissed him all day. I pulled back slowly to see his reaction. He was smiling the biggest smile I had seen yet.

        "I'm glad," he said, laughing a little. "But you know what I didn't expect?"

        "What?" I asked, bummfuzzled.

He smiled a little as he rethought what he was going to say. "I had no idea you'd be so grateful that you'd look this amazing...and be pantless, this has been a dream of mine, you know," his laugh was soft, knowing his tease would make me laugh.

        "Hush, Zayn!" I let go of him teasingly, letting him only touch my hand. He pulled me back against him, his arms locking at my waist.

        "I'm kidding! Partially," he laughed.

I laid my head against his, looking into his eyes again. "You just won't do," I told him.

        "I hope that's a good thing, love," he smiled. My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

We sat there, not long enough, until he made me go back to sleep. I couldn't help but yawn, and without protest, scuffled to my bedroom. He followed close behind me.

        "Get under the covers," he spoke to me as if I were a child.

        "Yes DAD!" I teased sleepily. He pulled the covers up to my neck and kissed my softly. I wanted to stay like this, forever. He pulled away unwillingly and took my hand.

        "Night," he spoke quietly. He walked to the door that led out of my room.

        "Zayn," I said, a little over a whisper.

He turned back towards me, his eyes intent on my face. "Yeah?"

I swallowed hard, wondering if I should say it. It's too soon. Even though I knew it was true, I didn't want to say it. Not yet.

        "Night, love," I said, trying to have a cute British accent to cover up my almost blurted out feelings.

He chuckled and replied, "Night, love." He left me with one last beautiful grin, and closed the door quietly. I heard the soft steps he took to the door leading out of my hotel room, and he gently closed that door too.

        "I love you, Zayn," I whispered. "I really do."


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