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"Favorite movie?"

Zayn stopped typing, glancing at her before starting back up again. "I'd have to say Scarface."

"So violent, you are," she stretched her legs out on the desk, "okay, what's your favorite brand of shoe?"

"What kind of question," he laughed, "Criss, it's late."

And it was, exactly eleven o'clock at night. There was a lot of catching up to do since the two went to DC over the weekend. They had fun, talked in the hotel room all the time. Crissle was liking him more and more as each day passed, and she couldn't get enough of him.

He was fantastic.

"Zayn," she groaned, "we're supposed to get to know each other."

"We know each other."

"Not good enough."

"I'm sure we knew each other pretty well when you asked me what my penis size was," he looked at her knowingly, "and you've seen it before. Why'd you ask?"

"I wanted to know if you were gonna lie," she defended herself.

"How, Sway? You've seen it. Your mouth was on it, I put it in your--"

"Wooooooow," she dragged, "tell me more."

"I think I'm done for the night," he said, closing the laptop, "but I'll tell you more. Remember in the hotel when I bent you over the coun--"

"Zayn, stop," she whisper shouted as if someone else was here. They double and triple checked the place at ten before getting comfortable.

"And then in the shower, baby--"

"Zayn," she whined.

"Whine again," he hummed, "and then I'll bend you over this desk."

She shut her mouth and he laughed, packing his laptop bag and putting it on his shoulder.

"Come on, baby," he grabbed her hand, threading his fingers in hers and walking to the elevator, "are you coming to my place?"

"You...you're inviting me to yours?" because they usually hung out at hers or they were on trips which consisted of a hotel room.

Or they chilled in his car.

"Well, yeah," he leaned against the elevator wall and pressed for the ground floor, "I guess if you'd like to know more about me, we could chill at mine. Hope that's not too bad."

"No, no, just," she grinned from ear to ear, "you're opening up to me."

"God, Criss," he rolled his eyes, "you get so happy over the littlest things."

"No this is far from little," she shook her head, walking out of the elevator before him. Zayn reconnected their hands and she grinned wider as if it was possible. "And you're holding my hand--"

"Criss--"

"This is very new and I don't know how to feel."

"You feel different?" he questioned with a frown.

"No, no. Like...I don't know whether to kiss you or suck your dick," she shrugged.

Zayn grinned slyly. "You can do both, ya know?"

"Ugh, sick."

"Siiiiiiick," he grabbed her backside and kissed her lips, "you're like a cushion."

"Am I?" she reached up to kiss him again, "you're sexy."

"You're sexier," he whispered, "and I'm glad you're mine."

"I'm yours," she repeated breathlessly, "are you mine?"

"Exceptionally so," he grinned, "as long as you want me."

"I'll always want you, Zayn."

"Good."

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Zayn's house was huge. Modest, in a way, but huge. It was evident he put a lot of time and effort into the interior. The walls had graffiti and other beautiful and detailed paintings on them and the furniture was modern. It looked so cozy and foreign at the same time, as if she wasn't supposed to touch anything but be as comfortable as possible.

"You like it?" Zayn asked, helping her shrug her jacket off and hanging it on a coat rack, "I'm still remodeling some rooms upstairs, but."

"It's so nice," she smiled in amazement and walked around the living room, "I can tell you worked hard on it."

"Yeah?" he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I'm gonna change, do you want clothes?"

"Yes."

"Alright," he took her hand in his and they ascended the stairs and into his unreasonably large room. It had a walk-in closet and a California King sized bed. A TV was on the other side, followed by beanbag chairs and like...four game systems.

"I have some sweats and shirts, if you'd like," she didn't notice he left her side until now. He was searching through his dresser for more laid back clothes. "Babe?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," she perked up, walking in his room and looking at the posters on his walls.

Zayn had good music taste.

"Thank you," he laughed. She looked at him in confusion. "Babe, you said that out loud."

"I did?"

"Mhm. Here," he tossed her a few items of clothes while he unbuttoned his shirt. Crissle walked over to his bed and sat down, suddenly feeling self conscious.

Like, Zayn was everything she ever wanted in a man, surprisingly. He had the height and the features, the personality -- most of the time -- and even his mannerisms. He held her like fine china, so carefully and full of infatuation she sometimes wanted to burst with happiness.

She was falling hard for her boss.

"Crissle," she snapped out of her thoughts and saw Zayn stand in front of her, a concerned expression on his face. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She shrugged, looking down at the sweatpants he had given her. "Dunno."

"Is it me?" and it was adorable how he really wanted to get do to bottom of why she was quiet. It was even cuter that he assumed it was him.

"No," she mumbled.

"What is it?"

"I..."

"Are you uncomfortable?" he pressed, crouching down to her height.

"A little."

"Why? I've seen you before. A lot of times."

"I don't know, I just..." she shrugged again, "this is like...I'm afraid to touch anything. It's all so expensive and, but, I feel like...so cozy and you're here and you're just--"

"Shh, Crissle," she didn't even know why she started crying, but she did. It wasn't complete balling, but a few sniffles and a few tears got Zayn's attention.

"You said you're afraid to touch anything?" he asked again. She mumbled something incoherent and nodded her head. "Touch me then."

"What?" she looked at him desperately.

"Touch me," he repeated adamantly, "if that's what you feel so comfortable doing, then touch me," his eyes held a certain...care to them. He was truly concerned for this girl.

"But--"

"It doesn't have to be sexual, but. Come here?"

Crissle did not hesitate to hug him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he held her back with the same amount of force as she did. She didn't understand why she felt like this, but, Zayn was comforting her and that was all she needed.

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I don't know about this chapter but...

DID YALL UGLIES SEE ZAYN ON PERISCOPE?? YALL HE BASICALLY LEAKED THE WHOLE ALBUM

WRONG AND SHE AND DRUNK OHHHH MY GOD

plus he was so fucking cute on twitter my cute baby omg

byexxx