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 :)

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12. Twelve ღ

 

I wiggled my toes numbly and pulled the blanket up over me, not even bothering to open my eyes. I felt something move beside me and jumped, having no idea what on Earth was moving or where I was even at. With one eye slightly opened, I looked around me.

My eyes took in the scene; shingles jetting off the roof, birds flying around, clouds lazily floating through the sky, and an amazingly gorgeous boy laying beside me. Wait, HOLD UP. A boy?! And he's gorgeous?? It's gotta be a dream. I looked at his face that was shining lightly from the rising sun. Dark hair lay messily above his deep brown brows, his lashes thick and covering his big eyes. His skin was tan and beautiful, almost majestic, and his mouth was closed peacefully. His lips were pouty and pressed softly together. My eyes lingered at his mouth, scanning every piece of it. My only thought: man I wanna kiss this guy.

He moved a little and settled, back to his sleepy state. I felt movement at my back and lifted the covers, revealing his hands locked together around me. I smiled. We had been cuddling. Oh. Em. Gee.

I softly fumbled into my pocket, trying to reach my iPhone to grab a picture of his massive cuteness. I flicked the camera up and steadied it at his face. And then it came back to me.

He said he loved me...

My grip lightened on my phone and panic sat in as I caught sight of it tumbling down the roof. I leaped forward, barely catching it, and glanced back quickly to see if Zayn had woken up. His lids were still closed. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly settled back, angling my phone for his sweet snapshot. I clicked the camera button and it took the picture with it's obnoxious shutter sound. And then Zayn's eyes lazily opened.

        "Hi sweetie," I grinned nervously.

He blinked a few times to focus his vision and smiled sleepily. "Morning, Love" he said, pecking me softly on the lips. I held my breath. This whole kissing Zayn Malik thing still hadn't been considered real in my mind. He pulled me close and I rested my head on his chest.

        "You sleep on rooves often with popstars?" He chuckled, looking down at me. I gigled and shook my head.

        "Only with a selected few."

We laid quietly for a little bit, watching the sky's orange setting turn slowly to a pale blue. His hand laid lightly on my back, rubbing gentle circles on my shirt. It was pretty romantic until my stomach decided to make that dying whale sound.

        "You feelin' a little peckish?" Zayn asked, his voice concerned. I stifled a giggle and nodded my head. We gathered our bedding and stiffly found our footing across the gray roof.

He wrapped the blanket around both of us and we walked down the long hallway towards the boys' room.

We turned the knob and peered inside curiously. The TV was on, humming quietly under Louis's snores. Niall was sacked out on the couch, cheese puffs in hand, his fingers coated in the powdery cheese. Liam and Harry must've been in their rooms.

We quietly stepped over to Zayn's room and closed the door.

        "They're all pretty knocked out. We usually don't get up too early..." Zayn said, rummaging through his drawers. He picked up a white shirt  and flipped the one he was wearing off. The worn tshirt hit the floor, along with my mouth. I'd seen him shirtless before, but dang. This boy was perfect all over. He fumbled with the white shirt before putting it on, finding the need to glance at me. Had he known I was struggling to contain my inner fangirl?

        "Oh...sorry," he grinned bashfully, throwing the white tshirt over his head. "Does this distract you?"

I closed my mouth and stood up straighter.

        "No way! Gimmie one of your shirts, pretty boy," I strutted over to his closet, sifting through the hung up clothes. Despite my coolness, my cheeks were burning red.

I picked out a blue varsity jacket and pulled it off the hanger. I moved over to the bed and started to take off my shirt, and then I remembered Zayn was there.

        "Turn around, good sir," I faked a British accent.

He laughed and turned, making the sly comment, "I've seen it before." I buttoned up the jacket and told him to hush.

We peeked into Harry's room in search of Zayn's favorite button up. "He borrowed it the other day, the scoundrel," he growled, digging through a pile of clothes at Harry's door.

My attention was on the shirtless boy hidden under curls on the bed. "Awh, Harry's sleeping!" I eeped. I could feel my fangirl kicking it. I stood marveling the boy while Zayn poked fun about it.

        "Wait...is he...?" I began.

Zayn threw a green hoodie over his shoulder. "Naked? Yep. Every night." I stood there in awh. Under those blankets, the Harry Styles was totally nudey. The magazines really were right.

Harry must have felt us talking about him because he stirred lightly. The blanket slipped down a little, revealing bare skin inches away from his bum. I almost squealed when Zayn hurriedly half buttoned his shirt and pulled me out of Harry's room.

He closed the hotel door and locked the sleeping boys inside. I turned to go to my room and caught  sight of Zayn going the other way.

        "Where ya goin' boo?" I asked, tagging along at his side. I took his hand and held it, letting my fingers lay loosely between his.

        "You'll see," he grinned, his brown eyes hypnotizing me.

We walked down to the elevators and pressed the button for the bottom floor. The silver doors slid slowly apart, giving me enough time to wonder; where in the heck was he taking me?! 

 

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