It all started with one question


He looked at me, "Where do you want to go? We can go anywhere you want, just point and I'll take you there".
It had only been a couple days sense Zayn and I got married and now are trying to plan our honeymoon with the little bit of time we had left with each other before he goes on tour with the boys. Honeymoon and then a tour, this was going to be a very busy next couple months.


2. We are going where?


“We are going where?” I tapped my feet onto our kitchen floor. Meredith walked over to me hugging me tightly. Irina chuckled, “You and Mere are going to Belize. I went a long time ago to this little island called Tabaco Caye. It’s a small island with cute colorful cabins; the island takes ten minutes to walk around and is beautiful in the morning. Niall and I were thinking about going, and now you two have an excuse to go. There is snorkeling, drinks, docks, beautiful views and it’s adorable. Come on Zayn I know it’s not your thing but trust me, it’s romantic. And at night the winds and the waves pickup” Irina winked at the last part causing Meredith to go red in the face. I just laughed and shook Irina’s joke off, I’d become used to banter, due to living with the four weirdos some call Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam. I laughed thinking about all the good times I’d had with the boys. Then I thought of all the times I’d had with Meredith. I remember meeting her in her beautiful red dress, with her beautiful red hair. I remember sitting out on the beach with her just looking at the stars, not thinking about the days ahead, and seeing her and Irina at the pool, where Irina and Niall fell in love. The dreams I had about her and our future. When she found out that I boxed I thought she would break up with me due to the fact that boxing made her very uneasy…And when she went out with Harry… But she is mine now. She is my wife and I can’t lose her now.

Zayn just stood there smiling to himself. I snapped my fingers together, causing a sad half snap noise to escape from between my thumb and my middle finger. Zayn quickly looked around and beamed at Irina, “yes it would be lovely!” he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him again. He kissed my lips, then my cheek and then began nibbling on my neck, “sounds perfect doesn’t it doll?”
I chuckled as Irina made a sick face and pushed Zayn away from my neck giggling, “Yes darling it does sound perfect.” Irina laughed, “I’ll leave you two to pack up. Niall and I will pick you up and take you to the airport” she then waved to us and scrabbled out the door. Zayn pulled me up the stairs, “yes, let’s… pack.” I giggled quietly as he walked into the room. He pulled off his t-shirt leaving him in blue jeans. I giggled again causing him to raise an eyebrow, “I’m sorry Ms. Malik. Is something funny?” I shook my head trying to stifle a laugh. “Because if there is something funny going on here I would very much like to know” Zayn came closer to me pulling me towards him and resting his hands above my butt. He quickly kissed my lips, paused to look at me and kissed me again. I couldn’t help but continue to giggle at him; Zayn was being his normal cheeky; but charming self. I pushed back so that there was some space between us, which he quickly filled again. I sighed at him, and stood on my tip toes to quickly kiss him on the nose turning to run away. He caught me around my waist and pulled me to his body once more, I knew there was no way I was getting away from him. I gave him, kissing him again with more passion and fire than before and let him lead me backwards to our bed. He pulled off my shirt over my head and slowly kissed my neck as I let out a small moan; next he crouched down and slipped my sweatpants leaving them on the ground. Lying me down on the bed he stood over me looking down and smirking, I knew that look, I had seen in times before when he was about to well… you know. I smirked back at him as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide down to his ankles, kicking them off as he got on the bed and started crawling towards me but I inched away until my head hit the bed frame. He giggled and started kissing my neck again, soon enough he was trailing kissing down my chest but right before he got below my bellybutton we heard the door open and heard Zayn’s youngest sister Safaa call out to us, “ZAYNNNN! MUM SAID YOU’D COME TO LUNCH WITH US TODAY! WHERE ARE YOU?”
I heard Zayn curse under his breath and jump off of the bed pulling on a pair of sweat pants and scurrying into the bathroom. I barely had time to pull the covers over me before Safaa came in looking for Zayn. When she saw me she blushed and walked over perching on the end of our bed. “Oh hello Mere, you look flustered. Where is Zayn?”
I sat up a little pulling the blanket up with me, “He is in the bathroom, showering I think” as if on cue Zayn walked through the door shirtless with his hair dripping, he had turned on the sink and quickly put water on his hair because his body was not wet and his feet, along with a half inch of his sweats. I laughed and Safaa made a face at him, “Zayn do you ever wear a full amount of clothes?” next it was Zayn’s turn to laugh. He shook his head and pulled a white shirt out of his dresser and over his head. Next he grabbed a beanie and his wallet before coming over to kiss me on top of my head whispering in my ear, “it’s almost like my sisters know when I’m about to start something I want to finish.” He was right, this wasn’t the first close call we had with his sisters, and it had been getting more and more probable that one day they would see something because they have been staying close by in a hotel. He got up and grabbed Safaa throwing her over his shoulder causing her to complain and yell at him to put her down while she giggled furiously. He looked back at me smiling, “Bye doll, I’ll bring you back something fried okay?”
I laughed and nodded to him as he walked out of our bedroom door and down the stairs. I got up and walking into our bathroom grabbing my robe and walking to the top of our stairs looking down at Zayn and his squirming sister walk out of the door.

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