The smell of seasoning resonated in the air as I finished sorting the last pile of photograhs that we were working on. Looking over to another ever growing stack of papers, I sighed, quickly pulling out my phone to check for any notifications and messages.
Quickly scrolling through my Instagram feed, Harry's name flashed up on my screen.
"I just finished my shift, how's it going for you?" he inquired. I smiled at his thoughtfulness.
"This amount of work should be slavery" I joked "Malik's cooking us dinner so I'm on a break"
"Romantic dinner for two?" Styles questioned and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh Mr. Styles, hardly proffesional of us, isn't it?" I teased.
"Dinner is for amatures, the rendevous tonight will define impressive... If you're still up for it?"
My cheeks warmed and I let out a shaky sigh. "Wouldn't miss it" I replied as smoothly as I could, trying to hide my inward anticipation.
Alone in the kitchen, Zayn lightly flipped the contents of the wock with one hand. On his shoulder was a white kitchen towel, contrasting with the black shirt he had changed into. Humming along to a song, he was so calm and collected. "Need any help?" I was leant against on the door post, my silky kimono concealing the corset underneath.
Looking sharply around, Zayn smiled, turning the heat on the stove down. "Yes please" he lightly looked me up and down. "But not in those.." his fingers indicated to the kimono and I almost visibly froze.
"You wouldn't mind me wearing a top of yours would you?" I asked, my gaze falling to my feet. "One step ahead of you" he smirked and walked towards me. As we left the kitchen, I let him guide me through the stunning interior of his house, upstairs onto the landing.
I stood shyly by his bedroom door although he had left it wide open, instead I watched him and took the time to examin the room. It was a stark white with a few graffiti style Batman cartoons animating the walls. I smiled at this, my thoughts, however, were interupted.
After we filed through the final pile of paperwork, we stumbled on the topic of Harry. "I can tell that he goes for the more traditional modelling photography but I don't really the substance in the images" Malik simply stated, lightly placing a photograph of me on the coffee table. "Really?" I questioned, "Traditional must be broader than I thought.." I explained "The colours, the scene, it doesn't seem very traditional".
Zayn just smiled and looked up, meeting my coal coloured eyes with his own dark hazel ones. "You do" he shrugged. "There's only that same sexual appeal that they all sell. But for beauty," he paused, "he doesn't incorperate that gorgeously pure essense of yours". My face could not conceal my emotions. I fumbled a gracious thank you as my skin inflamed with the reactions he was inducing within me.
"Let me show you" he uttered.
15 animated minutes later and I stood in only his long black top. No lights, no special background, just the camera and I. "Are you sure this will better than Harry's shoot?" I asked doubtfully as he placed his DSLR back the shelf where a row of large lenses lay. "You're at such a disadvantage" I pointed out but he silenced me "Oh really?" His eyebrows raised, "We'll see" Malik winked and my whole reacted in a soft shudder.
The time was only 6:34 so I had 3 and a half hours until my meeting with Mr. Harry Styles. I stood lazily leaning on the door as Zayn briefly put his pens and scrap paper away, on an oak shelf next to the coffee table. "You can have the rest of the day off, obviously" Zayn said softly. Turning to me, he flashed me a smile. The way his face creased was so perfectly handsome and I found myself smiling back dreamily.
"Well I'm gunna jump into the shower but I want you to show me what you can do with a camera okay? It's your turn" he challenged perfectly. I was slightly confused "Whilst you shower?" I asked genuinely shocked and relaxed when Malik started laughing. "Well I mean you can join me if you want to but I don't allow pictures" he grinned and smirked when I rolled my eyes, my inner thighs growing heat as I smiled uncontrollably.
I took quite a while to inspect the room and analysed the camera, practising with different angles and positions so that by the time Zayn had returned from his shower, I was more than ready. "You prepared to be thrashed?" He asked as he strolled into the living room, his hair almost dripping wet, his damp torso covered in a thin black v neck shirt and classic white skinny jeans. My eyebrow raised reflexively and I had to stop myself from nervously chewing on my bottom lip. He looked gorgeous.
"Thrashed?" I questioned hautily, "I think not"
He collapsed on the sofa next to be and tried to take a peek at the photographs. "Tut tut Malik" I teased and turned the camera off, slipping the SD card out. "Both of us can't see either photos so we need a third party to handle these." I proposed, Zayn reluctantly nodding.
Zayn offered me some herbal tea whilst he slipped outside and ofcourse I couldn't resist to the detriment of us both.