We made a stop in the front lawn of my house. My Mom's car wasn't parked in the driveway and I recall her saying that she was going to be out of town for the night.

I suddenly jumped as a cold, large hand made contact with my exposed skin below my shorts. The contact which send chills down my back caused me to look at him.

"You know, I didn't get the chance to say this before," He paused for a second to park the car, almost immediately to look back at me, "But you look really hot in those clothes."

My face turned bright red as always.

"I like it that I make you blush." He playfully poked my nose with his finger and turned off his car.

I turned around, a blush still clearly presentable on my face as I opened the car door and jumped out. The night sky has already drawn into dawn. A cold breeze making it's way to blow cold air around my body.

My feet walked me over around the front of the car to see Zayn already leaning on his side of the car, a smirk merrily plastered on his face.

I couldn't help but walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I looked up at him.

I was stunned by the next thing he said, his mood changing completely. "No, Paige." His hands gripped mine behind his back and moved me away from him nodding his head, "I'm dirty, I don't want you to become dirty either."

I didn't listen and laced his fingers with mine, "You can take a shower inside."

"Would you join me?" He joked as we walked up the front steps of my front porch.

"Hilarious." I rolled my eyes, digging into my bag to pull out my keys.

The door was swung open, lights turned on before I moved in to let Zayn pass by afterwards.

"So, no Mum this time to make you hide in the shower with me?" He joked.

"No, my Mom's out of town for tonight." I walked into the kitchen, dropping my keys onto the countertop.

Zayn followed me into the kitchen. He stayed by the entrance as he watched me take out my plaid shirt and dropping it over a chair. I was soon to realize his ways as I started to walk towards the fridge.

"Is everything okay?" I giggled opening the door to have a cold blast of air hit me.

I was startled to find large hands cupping my upper arms and place a warm, lingering kiss to the skin of my neck. A small smile made its way onto my lips, taking out the bottle of Orange juice I was suddenly craving.

"What's that for?" I giggled as I felt his lips leave a trail of kisses up to the spot where my jaw met my neck.

"You're mine now." He smiled between kisses.

I was about to burst out with all of the emotions I was starting to feel if I didn't back away. I loosened off his grip to walk to a cabinet and take out two cups.

"Do you want some juice?" I asked looking back.

Zayn didn't seem the way I expected. He looked down at the floor, hands gripping the island countertop before nodding his head. "That's fine."

I turned back around slowly, placing the other cup back in the cabinet as I thought about what I must've done.

"You know where the bathroom is." I spoke as I poured the liquid in the cup. "I think we have some spare towels." I turned around, taking a sip of juice, "Just leave your clothes outside and I'll put them to wash."

Zayn smiled, looking back down before walking up to me. "Since when are you so homey about things?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. I'm always like this?

"Homey? "

He nodded with a smile before reaching behind me to get the cup of juice I just drank from. He took a sip before putting it back down, "But don't worry, I like it."

He spun around quickly making his way towards the stairs. I started to smile as he turned around in my direction, gripping his hands on the handle bar of the stairs.

"One last chance, Hoffer, the bathroom is still open if you'll like to join..." He taunted.

"Just go take a shower!" I laughed turning to grab the carton of juice to put it back in the fridge.

"So is that a yes?" He smirked.

I quickly turned around, closing the fridge door to look up at him, "No!"

Zayn sighed, turning back to run up the stairs. I sighed, picking up my cup to quickly drink it up. Before I knew it, I was already on my way up to my room.

The lights were on and as my eyes scurried to find his clothes, I was surprised he actually left them by the door and didn't take them inside with him.

***

I walked back into my room after I had put all his clothes to wash. The only light provided were those of some lanterns I had up around my room, giving off a dim glow to the area. Surprisingly, Zayn told me that he had a duffel bag in his car with extra clothes for him to wear. He gave me the keys to his car and I quickly took the bag and brought it back up to my room, waiting for him to finish showing.

While I waited, I started to catch up on the latest book my Mom brought me from one of her flights to Barcelona. She's always bringing all these different books from bookstores in the airports she travels to. She mainly picks out the ones in the romance category which I most definitely don't mind. It's always nice to know what religions and cultures you can find in these stories, even if they're about love, you always learn something new. Barcelona is a new one to me.

Taking a sudden jump in my bed, back leaning on my pillow and feet placed over my mattress when I immediately got lost in my own world.

I'd say I was about in the third page, halfway down the last paragraph, when I heard a door open.

I couldn't look away from my book, already interested as I turned to the fourth page. Eyes took in ever word, lips slightly started to mumble out the words I read, almost as if I was talking for the characters myself.

I became completely unaware of the sudden hand appearing at the roof of my book, nearly fitting the entire thing on it. The book was brought down just as I looked up, Zayn's beautiful smile bringing me back to reality.

"I see you're pretty caught up on this." He smirked closing it and putting it on my nightstand.

"I guess." I smiled pushing myself to sit up, bringing my legs down to sit criss cross.

I was yet to take notice that Zayn had already put on a pair of grey joggers and a black t shirt with the sleeves rolled up half way up his muscle.

"Do you have an extra iPhone charger I can use?" He asked looking down at his phone, "I kinda left mine at home."

"Yeah." I smiled, "I have one right here." I got up, hastily walking past him to enter my bathroom again where I keep all my stuff.

I swung a drawer open, the mirrors still fogged up from the hot water Zayn took a shower with. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Zayn stand by the door frame; patiently waiting for me to finish.

"I'm still surprised you actually had clothes in your car." I giggled, "Does this happen often?"

"What?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"This. Taking showers in other people's houses?" I asked closing the drawer and opening another one, quickly shuffling through it.

The question seemed pretty odd to ask. I mean I'm sure he's taken showers in other girls houses.Though I choose not to talk about that, I quickly regretted my question.

"If by that you mean other girls houses then yes." He chuckled, "And if by girls you mean Vanessa, then yes again."

"Wait, what?" I looked up furrowing my eyebrows.

Zayn laughed, running a hand through his wet hair before speaking.

"Harry also works with me at the garage and very often we leave late so once we get out, Harry drives us to Vanessa's flat which isn't far from work and we clean up there. After that if we don't have anywhere to go, I take Harry's car while he stays with her and I just go home. He shows up the next morning or so."

"Oh, that's nice." I nodded.

Zayn shot a smirk at me before walking up to me, playfully grabbing me from behind and resting his chin on my neck. The mirror was almost cleared up from the fog but I could already see some kind of reflection.

I spun around in his hold, Zayn's body keeping me sandwiched between my bathroom sink and him. My immediate reaction was to giggle as I brought my hands up his cheeks, slowly bringing them up to grip his wet hair.

"Paige."

He didn't give me time to respond for he had gripped my legs tightly and picked me up to place me beside the sink. I smiled, noses brushing together as his hands went up the sides of my shirt. I felt him smile, for our lips were really close to contact. I didn't understand what he was doing but I didn't want it to stop.

I couldn't resist this anymore. My hands ran back to his neck, rapidly moving forward to wrap my arms around him. Hot lips moved against mine in a passionate kiss, hands finding a way to pick me up once again and move us out of the bathroom.

Eyes remained closed, I didn't know about Zayn but I can say he safely made it my bed. I felt my back gently rest on the soft surface of my mattress. I fluttered my eyes open as the immediate touch of Zayn drifted away.

He laid on top of me, panting for air as one of his hands rested on the hem of my high waisted shorts. His eyes shot up to mine before making another move. The look on his face told it all, mentally asking for permission to keep going.

What happened next surprised both Zayn and I.

I gave my head a light nod, but suddenly stopped before he proceeded; gently bringing his head closer to mine, "Kiss me first."