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 :)


6. Six ღ


The sun shone through my window, dancing along my face until I was forced to wake up. I sat up in my bad and stared at the clock. 10:45. I growled and flopped back over, craving more sleep. My TV was still on, and I heard the occasional murmurs of the talk show hosts. I turned up my volume and watched an episode of Doctors.

After about five minutes, my ever so small bladder demanded that I pee, so I stumbled into the bathroom. I decided to take a shower since I was already up. Since I was alone, I didn't bother with finding my clothes just yet. I undressed and wrapped a towel around me to grab my shampoo I had in my bag. I walked into the bathroom again and let out a squeal.

There he stood, in only a towel, the one and only Zayn Malik. My hands went up to cover my mouth, which made my towel DROP.

        "Oh my gosh!" I squealed. "Zayn don't look!!" I scrambled to pick up my towel and adjust it around me again. I quickly glanced to see if he was covering his eyes. He was, but his fingers were parted and I could see his smiling eyes. "Zayn Malik you PEEKED!" I was laughing embarrassingly. My cheeks were probably the brightest red on the color wheel.

He was laughing too. " I did not!" We were both laughing hysterically before I asked him.

        "What on Earth are you doing naked in my hotel room!?"

He neared me and wrapped his arms around my towel-covered waist. "Why wouldn't I be naked in your hotel room?" he winked playfully. I play punched his shoulder.

        "Do you know how bad this sounds?! a hotel room?!" I continued to laugh. He laughed too. "Let them think what they want, unless you WANT to give them something to talk about. I can't disobey your wishes," he said, his expression coy.

        "Ha ha ha, you'd like that wouldn't you? Not happenin', hotstuff." I lightly shoved him away from me and walked over to the sink to brush my teeth, being sure to keep a strong grip on my towel. He leaned up against the door as I eyed him suspiciously.

        "You never said why you were here naked," I said, rinsing my tooth brush. I walked over to him, crossing my arms over my chest. He seemed disappointed by that move, and I laughed, knowing I was the boss here.

        "One shower, 5 guys. I would have had to wait hours on four guys running around naked. I'm used to it, but still. See my problem?" he explained.

        "Actually, that wouldn't be a problem at all for me," I winked.

        "Ha ha ha, you're cute," he pretend laughed. I shrugged and began brushing my hair. "Who said you could shower here, then?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Like me being in a towel wouldn't persuade you at all."

I pursed my lips and said, "Cocky, aren't we?"

He shrugged, imitating me, and said,"it's only the truth."

I chuckled and sprang a new topic on him. "Oh, jubblies? Turns out it doesn't mean personality. Do you know what it means?" I playfully padded the brush with my palm. He swallowed hard, not having an excuse in the book.

        "BOOBS! You LIAR!" I fake yelled at him. He laughed and nodded.

        "You caught me,"

        "I know! Now hurry up and get your shower, I'm cold!" I started walking out of the bathroom. He began following me and protested. "We could shower together, ya know. Save water and everything." He tried to say suavely.

I laughed uncontrollably and threw a towel at his face, locking the bathroom door behind me. "No way, José!" I yelled.

After what seemed like forever, he finally came out of the bathroom; soft pajama pants taking the place of his towel, his hair wet and plastered to his face. "Dry your hair," I giggled, taking an extra towel and ruffling his hair after he laid down on the bed. He grabbed ahold of my wrists playfully and dared me to do it again.

        "Don't make me pull that towel down," he play threatened. "It'll hurt me far worse that it'll hurt you to do it, but I'm not above it." I laughed and struggled against his grip.

        "Lemme go!" I giggled harder.

He thought it over and made a bargain. "I want a kiss."

I pretended to ponder the thought, and got closer to him. I put my lips right to his ear, feeling his grip lighten. I smiled, knowing my plan was working. I took a breath and whispered into his hear. "Nope."

Before he could grab me, I took off running into the bathroom, locking the lock before he could get in. He beat on the door, begging me to open it.

        "Just one kiss!" he whined.

I laughed and said behind the door, "I gotta take a shower, Zayn! You'll have to wait!" I heard him play stomp and pout. He was quiet for a second, then he spoke.

        "I'm sitting right here, and when you come out, I'm getting that kiss." He sat down in front of the door, blocking my escape. "Okayyy..." I teased, hopping into the shower.

I took all the time I needed and creaked the door open quietly. He wasn't sitting in his spot anymore. I scampered into my bedroom, where I caught sight of him laying on the bed. He was dozing on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, and the other laying on his stomach. His breaths were light, and I snuck closer to get a better look. I peeked over his arm at his tan stomach, and below his hand was what I was looking for: abs.

        "Wow," I breathed. His face was peaceful, and with his eyes closed, his lashes looked amazingly long. His arms were as well built and tan as his stomach, and I couldn't help but stare in awh at the boy sleeping on my bed. The boy who was begging for a kiss from me.

I tiptoed to my drawer to grab a pair of shorts and a shirt before sneaking over to touch him. I climbed onto the bed and got beside him, putting my arm over his torso and wrapping my legs over his. I kissed him gently on the cheek, not wanting his awakening to be too abrupt. "Zayn," I said softly, kissing him again.

His eyes fluttered open and he turned to me.

        "Hey you," I said, hugging him tightly. He moved his arm and put it around me. "Hey beautiful". His sleepy voice had to be the cutest thing I'd ever heard.

I sat up, resting on my elbow. "You still want that kiss?"

He laughed and asked, "Don't you think I deserve it for waiting all this time?"

I giggled and sat on top of him. "Maybe more than one," He smiled and sat up too, waiting for his prize. I gave him a few long kisses before he rested his hands on my legs.

        "Better find an outfit you like," he said, his kiss lingering in between words. "The fans are going to be meeting you today as well."

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