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Last One Standing

Chapter Thirty One

*Haley’s POV*

Looking at myself in the mirror, I decided that tonight was the night. I had said ‘no’ to spend the night with Zayn for the past few nights, starting with Christmas night. Not knowing exactly what was going to happen tonight. I ran my hands down the smooth silk of the outfit that Hannah had talked me into buying before I walked out of the bathroom to wait for Zayn. When he finally walked into the room, he had a look on his face, but it was no where near the one that I was expecting.

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“Ugh! I thought that you’d like it!” Zayn’s eyes stared hard into mine.

“Why did you think I would like it? How could I like it?” He looked me up and down slightly and then steered his face away from my direction.

“God Zayn, if you didn’t like it you could have just told me so. You don’t have to spell out that you don’t want me.” I turned to leave the room, grabbing his sweatshirt on my way, but a tanned pair of hands wrapped around my waist before I could make it too far. I gasped a little and mentally reassured myself before turning around in his arms, a slight look of worry on my face. To my great surprise, Zayn’s lips met mine with urgency, but without force. I hesitantly responded to his touch, letting him pull us together, chest to chest.

“You cannot be taking it that way.” He held me by the elbows, looking me up and down.

“Then how am I supposed to take it?” One of his hands released me while the other slid down to entwine our fingers. He began walking, taking me and my skimpy outfit with him. Sitting down on the bed, Zayn patted the seat next to him for me to take the place. I looked at him, confused for a moment, as he took both of my small hands in his large ones.

“Haley, you’re beautiful no matter what you wear.” He looked me up and down and spent a little too long with his eyes focused on my chest, covered by the nearly see through lace. Why had I let Hannah talk me into this? “The outfit is… gorgeous,” a dark blush rose to my cheeks as his deep brown eyes came back to meet mine, “but it’s not the clothes, or lack of, that I care about. It’s the girl inside of them.” Zayn hadn’t let his hard face break until now, where a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His eyes seemed to look deeper than what was on the outside; it was like he was looking through me. If only he could see. What if he did see? “Why do you still look so confused?” One thing still didn’t make sense.

“But, isn’t what you like?” Now it was Zayn’s turn to look confused. “I mean,” I tugged slightly at the see through material covering my stomach, “this is what you want.”

Zayn exhaled and let his head drop slightly, looking towards the floor. “Haley, I know that you’re timid, innocent.” He looked back towards my eyes. “I don’t want you because I think you’ll move fast, or wear scantly clad outfits for me. I don’t want you for the chase, and I don’t want you for the night.” Somewhere in the middle, his eyes had locked back in on mine, and I was suddenly an open book. He had me under his spell, and there was no way to escape. “You’ve pegged me for the same thing that rest of the world has: a bad boy. That’s not what I want to be anymore. I want to slow down and take my time to get to know someone before they throw themselves at me. I chose you because you won’t. I want to hold you close and never make you feel like you have to run away,” my heart skipped a beat, feeling like he could read my mind. “I don’t want you for the day and I don’t want you for the night. I want you to stick around for a long time, and jumping into sex isn’t the way to get a relationship like that.” I wanted to blink, but I couldn’t. Not knowing how, I could tell that Zayn was being genuine. “I’ve been the ‘Bad Boy’, I’ve been the dangerous one, I’ve been the mysterious one, but now, the only thing that I want is to be your one. That’s all that matters to me. I want you to be happy, and right now, I can tell that having a relationship like that wouldn’t make you happy.”

I was melting and bubbly by the time Zayn had finished his feel good speech. He pulled me into his arms and my eyes widened before melting into his tight embrace. My breathing hitched in the closed space and he released me. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little claustrophobic,” brushing it off like it was nothing, I prayed that Zayn couldn’t see through me like he always could. After furrowing his eyebrows slightly and nearly giving me a heart attack, he stood up and walked over to his stereo, plugging his phone in and playing some music.

He extended his hand to me and I gave him a sarcastic look, squinting my eyes at him. God and everyone knew that Zayn couldn’t dance. He dropped his hand. “Come on,” he put a pouty look on his face, “I’ve been practicing really hard and this is the only dance that I can do.” Wow. Who knew that I could see through him too? “Fine.” Zayn walked to the middle of the room and placed one hand in the air, as if to hold a woman’s, and place the other parallel to his waist, as if he were putting it around her back. I watched as he cheekily two stepped across the room. I couldn’t help but laugh as he held on hand in the air, as if to spin his imaginary date. He looked at me, grinning. “This would look a lot less stupid if it was you in my arms.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been asked properly.” Blush rose to his cheeks. Zayn walked over to where I was still sitting and took my hand in both of his.

“Would you like to dance with me, Haley?” He kissed my hand and stared into my brown eyes. Now the blush was mine as my blood started pumping and my heart raced. God and everyone knew that, even with my profession, I couldn’t dance either.

Zayn pulled me up roughly and I clenched my eyes closed, trying to stay calm. I whimpered when I knocked into his chest harshly. We started to move and he immediately knew that this wasn’t one of my strong points. I was literally tripping over my own two feet. He began laughing and I put a glare on my face as I pretended to be angry with him.

“Don’t laugh at me. It’s not funny.” I refused the smile tugging at the sides of my mouth.

“It’s definitely funny,” he teased.

“Ugh! The worst dancer in the world can dance better than me.” I looked towards the floor. Zayn’s feet moved closer to mine and his toes nudged under mine. I watched as he practically lifted me off of the ground to set my feet over his. He started with swaying gently before taking small steps to the beat of the music. I tried to stay light on my feet, not wanting to crush him in the sweet moment. Before long, Zayn started talking to me without having to look at our feet. The only time that I stepped off was so that he could really spin me around. When he pulled me back onto his feet, our chests were flush.

“So where did you get this anyways?” Now, both of his hands were pressed to my back, holding me to him, and he looked down, gesturing towards my outfit.

“When we went shopping, Hannah talked me into it.” I smiled at the ground, blushing harshly. “I don’t know why I let her.” I started laughing, knowing something that he didn’t. He looked at me quizzically. “You know what’s terrible?” He tilted his head to the side, showing his interest. “I bought two more of these, but they’re all different.” He chuckled and looked to the side.

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” he looked into my eyes and I could tell that he was looking through me. “When you decided to wear the others, do it when you’re ready. They really are beautiful, but I won’t like them until you’re comfortable in them.”

“I kind of have to be comfortable in them…”

“Yeah, but not for me,” he interrupted, “...yet.” I blushed at his commentary. I could feel exactly where Zayn’s hands made contact with my back through the thin material. When the song ended, I stepped off of his feet. In an attempt to keep me close to him, he slid his hands to my hips. I knew the material covering them was thin, but I prayed that it was thick enough to hide it. It was the worst thing that could have ruined our perfect moment, but the memories flooded my mind. My teeth clenched slightly, and I closed my eyes for a moment. As much as Zayn paid attention, you would think that he would have noticed my teeth, but when his lips hesitantly met mine, I had to say that I was surprised. It took me a minute to melt into the kiss, but when I did, it was as sweet as could be.

When it ended, Zayn continued to hold me close. He pressed our foreheads together and his eyes remained shut. “I’m gonna go for a shower.” He whispered against my lips before pecking them gently once more and releasing me. Still a little hazed from the kiss, I nearly stumbled backwards and almost feared that I would pass out. Smiling at my hormones, I walked over to Zayn’s dresser. I pulled out a baggy looking, non-hooded sweatshirt. I eased the silk material off of my shoulders and let it fall past my hips and hit the floor. Sliding the sweatshirt over my head, I walked back over to the bed. I pulled my brown hair out of the collar. It was so comfortable and it smelled like him. I rethought the cologne that I got him, worried that he might stop wearing this one.

I sat down at Zayn’s desk, opening his laptop and logging into my email. Glancing through a couple hundred emails wishing me well for the holidays, I spotted one from my stylist. Opening the link inside, it brought me to a page of different hair colors and cuts. I just laughed in response. She was always trying to get me to change something about my hair. She had become a close friend of mine, being around my age, and had absolutely no issue with calling my hair boring and telling me that I needed to change it. Every time, I would tell her that I would once I stopped getting the jobs. I never seemed to stop, so my long, brown, straight hair was forever present.

I opened the email that was my virtual receipt for my last job and I sent back a few addresses for part of the check to be sent to. Between the two it was about a hundred dollars, but if that’s what it took to let my parents know that I was doing all right, then so be it. I checked my Twitter and rolled my eyes at a few of the hate tweets. I wasn’t quite used to them yet, because all that I had ever heard was people commenting on my physical appearance, and I had started becoming a lot more popular whilst I was with Zayn. After accepting a few friend requests on Facebook and followed a few people on Twitter and stood up from my chair, closing the computer.

I still heard the water running in the bathroom and I heard something else too. Following the sound, it led me to the bathroom door as well. Zayn was singing and I realized why he was famous. Of course I heard their music before, but he was the rift master. He jumped from one note to the next with ease. I crossed my arms and leaned my head against the wall beside the door, picking the sound of the water away from his sweet voice. Pretty soon the shower stopped and the singing continued a little more quietly. I stood there a little too long and Zayn saw the tail end of my escape into the kitchen.

With only the lights over the stove lighting the room, I went to the cabinet where I knew the glasses were and I ran some water into the glass. “You could have treated yourself to some pants as well.” His voice was slightly husky from singing, but it was very sexy. Realizing that he was probably staring at my bum, I turned to him, leaning against the sink. To my surprise, I turned right into his penetrating gaze, staring deep into my eyes instead of my ass. Zayn’s arms were crossed against his bare chest and he leaned against the door frame. His towel hung low on his hips and the look on my face revealed that I was enjoying the sight a little too much. We both walked towards his room, Zayn letting me lead the way. He walked over to his dresser and began shuffling around a bit.

“Yeah, it’s colder than it was when I went shopping with the girls,” just then he turned with a pair of sweats in hand, “but not that warm.” I chuckled and after a moment, Zayn stuffed the wrinkled pants back into the drawer. His grey ones revealed his v lines and I really didn’t want to be caught staring.

After walking across the room, Zayn crawled under his covers and I took my bottom lip between my teeth. I swiftly crossed the floor and climbed in next to him, keeping a little distance between us two. Before I could respond, one strong arm wrapped around my waist and by back rammed into a hard chest. I felt Zayn’s sweatshirt rise a little from the way he had pulled me. All that I focused on feeling was the strip of my back that was pressed to Zayn’s bare skin. Then there was a whole new sensation. A tingling ran through my body as his fingers traced the exposed portion of my side. He was dangerously close to it, and there was no material to protect it this time. My body tensed as I prayed that he didn’t accidentally touch it. Noticing my discomfort, Zayn tugged on the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it down over the exposed area, before pulling my deeper into his chest. I wiggled a little bit, in a way that I knew would bring my sweatshirt up again so that I could feel his hot skin. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he buried his face in my hair, peppering kisses throughout. I turned my head a small deal so that I could meet his lips, and once I did, he snuggled back into my back, spooning me.

“Goodnight Haley.” I remained speechless. I can’t tell you why. The words just wouldn’t process, vocals still numb from the tingly feeling of his lips on mine. He could touch me once and refrain from wanting anything else except a goodnight kiss. Zayn amazed me. People say that we end up with people like our parents. Right now, Zayn was proving to me that that was bullshit.

Notes

Sorry I haven't posted in a while you guys :) Idk if it's next chapter or the chapter after that, but a bunch of crap starts going on. This one goes out to my friend who's been bugging me to post. Everyone should comment and thank her because she's the one that encouraged me to get me to post :) Thanks girl!
xoxo Hannah <3

Comments

so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!

@HannahBanana16
nope, sorry I'm terrible at that hahahahahah! I like the title already, do you know when you're going to update?

@abear44

any ideas on what my new title should be?

I'M SO OBSESSED PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!! <3333

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