Wildest Dreams | z.m, t.s

It's funny how a love affair can turn into a song

Songfic, based on the song Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.
I do not own most of the characters in the book, they are real people.
Book is entered into the competition 'Fanfic Royale'
Cover was created by me, using the website called 'Picmonkey'

Copyright ⒸKevin_et_moi™2015

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  Wildest Dreams, yes, that should be the name of the song. Something which will bring back deja vu yet it will have a hint of revenge. I should start working on the very beginning of the song then.

  He said, "let's get out of this town"

 "Taylor you are a gorgeous girl, and I would like to get to know you better. Maybe we should get out of town?" his hot breath hit my ear which made me shiver. It was a nice feeling which made goose bumps raise at the back of my neck. I was yet again at a loss of words.

 He put his hand over my shoulder, which made me fall slightly to the side since his hand was quite heavy. I picture his muscly arm and it made me wonder how much training he does every day to keep those arms in shape. "We could drive out of the city, away from all the fame, the press, the gossips, just you and me. Relax, people won't even notice that we were away." he mumbled against my bare neck and pressed his naked  torso to my back. 

  He was trying to turn me on which was working very well. "Zayn, what you and me had, it was a small relationship off press we both wanted to try at taste, remember we said that there will be no more games." I whispered in a harsh town as I tried to get away from his touch. Zayn all did but smirked, his eyes were filled with amusement as he followed each and every one of my actions. 

 "Taylor I know you want to." he mumbled as he seductively licked his lips and folded his arms making his muscles stand out. And the truth was, I did, I really did want to go away with him for a week or so and just relax. Zayn was good at making a girl feel wanted and loved, with all the stress, the press brings my way I could see this as my only get away. And it was a big mistake I did.

      Drive out of the city away from the crowds

I thought heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

 I mean look at Zayn. At the way small stands of straight hair fall out of the messy man ban he had and how good his stubble looks on him. How the black ink which creates different figures at his shoulder blades and hands looks in the dark and how the light falls onto his muscles just makes me want to drop everything and go back to the one week of romance where he can make me feel good. 

But this is gonna take me down

He's so tall, and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins, my one condition is

  I look over the words I have written on the back side of my page and smile. This sounded like a pretty good song and I can already hear the beat to it. It had a story which I slightly enjoyed reading over in words that rhymed and had so much meaning to me. 

  Zayn hovered over me for a moment before he pulled one thick, bushy eyebrow up, his lips were in a mixture of a smile and a smirk, slightly like an up-do. He pulled his huge hand and propped my french to rest behind my ear. "You said 'try me' and you know," he stopped to talk for a moment and took it to check me out. As his eyes traveled down my body and his lips formed into a small and delicate smile  I took the time to form my thoughts in my head. "and so, here I am trying to come back to you. I want you, Taylor, I mean, when I see you all wild on stage I understand how much I missed by breaking your heart. Please can I be your next mistake?"

  I don't know how the thoughts came back to my mind so vividly and so clearly. It felt like everything was coming back to be as it has happened yesterday. I feel like in any minute now, Zayn Malik himself will walk out the bedroom and will have a full on heated make-out session with me, which I know is something that will not happen in the near future. Or ever!

   I stood up from the small bar stool which actually made my but hurt from sitting on it for such a long time and walk down the dark corridor in my apartment and over to my small yet very cozy bathroom. The walls were decorated with small, turquoise mosaic of fish-the sea was something which always calmed me down. It was like music.

  I turn the taps on and let the cool water pour onto my hands waking me up a bit. Cupping my hands under the tap and collecting some water in, I bring my hands towards my face and splash it quickly with the refreshing liquid. Due to the cold I feel my cheeks warm up with blush yeat get numb at the same time.

  With a single swish,the taps are quickly switched off and a towel is already resting on my face drying it all from the wetness. I look at ,myself in the mirror and notice small bags forming under my eyes, guess tomorrow there will be a lot to work on. 

   "Please, can I be your next mistake?" 

  I take a deep breath and close my eyes "Love's a game, wanna play?" 

  

 

 

 

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