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"I hate you," Crissle muttered as she looked at the photos in a pop culture magazine. They sat in Zayn's penthouse -- a place he thought of relocating to instead of having a mansion -- and he was looking through contracts for his buildings and the new suite.

"How so?" he looked up at her, his glasses -- which were only for aesthetic purposes -- slid down the bridge of his nose. He quickly pushed them back up.

"Okay. So. You're in this magazine, right? So am I--"

"I bet you look fine as fuck, baby."

"Yeah, that's not the point," she got up and sat in his lap. His hand groped the inside of her thigh. "Why in the hell do you have to keep grabbing my ass?"

Like, really, all the pictures of them showed Zayn grabbing Crissle's backside with a small smirk on his face. Crissle looked down the whole time, most of the time biting her lip.

"Because I love it," Zayn pouted, "what's wrong with that?"

"I want one normal picture," she laughed, setting the magazine down and looking in his eyes. He had been so happy for some reason today, and she didn't question it because...Zayn happy was just different.

"Just one? I took enough on your phone," he pulled them both up and walked around the large living area, "you remember a few months ago when I told you I had something to show you?"

"Yeah?"

"And you gave me head in the car?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes at him.

"And then we went back home and I fucked you on the--"

"Zayn!"

"This is what I wanted to show you," he grinned, "I was kinda nervous and it wasn't exactly finished yet, but. I just wanted a new place, something smaller."

"You were nervous to show me this?" she questioned with raised eyebrows.

It was in no way small. Smaller than his mansion, yes, but it was a penthouse nonetheless. It was modern, like most, but a touch of Zayn made it feel like home. Nothing looked uncomfortable or too expensive. The ceilings were high and it was a very open area with a lot of space.

"Yeah, I guess?" he scratched the back of his neck and looked away. Cute. He held her hand and walked up the stairs, guiding her hands to his waist as they walked. "I wanna show the bathroom first and foremost."

"Foremost," Crissle repeated with a smile, "so formal."

"Shut up," he squeezed her hands and opened a tall door, a door with translucent glass and a metal handle. Zayn opened the door and Crissle gasped.

"I'd be in here every second of the day," Crissle mused, stepping with her bare feet touching the cold tile. She shivered inwardly and opened the shower door. "Ooh, babe."

"Nice, innit?" he walked up behind her and held her hips, "I fixed it up because it was so ugly before."

She hummed, taking his hand again and following him to another room, his art room, which he barely started painting in, another office that was the same size as the one downstairs.

And finally, his bedroom.

Which was huge and bouncy and beautiful. It was mostly black, black walls, black covers, black furniture, with hints of green and blue. He had comics, something Crissle adored about him, knowing he was all business.

Action figures, mint condition comics, manga, all of it, he had.

"So beautiful."

Crissle turned around, a small smile on her face as Zayn leaned against the doorway, looking as sexy as ever. "What?"

"You," Zayn played with the rings on his fingers, "my beautiful girlfriend in my new home. It was already home, and now, it's even more so."

"Because of me?" she questioned.

"Yeah," he rolled his eyes, knowing his girlfriend could be a ditz sometimes. Zayn walked in the room, moving closer to her. "You're so...so...I want to keep you forever."

Crissle hummed, her face suddenly feeling hot. She didn't look at him. "I...shut up."

"Seriously, baby," she felt his fingers under her chin and he kissed her forehead tenderly, "you're perfect."

"Yeah, but. No," she puffed out a breath and pulled away, "I don't know. I am, but no...not for you--"

"I already told you. I don't care what my mum says, you're my girl."

"Yeah?" Crissle looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.

"And am I your mans?" he asked jokingly, but she knew he was being serious.

"Yeah," she nodded, letting him hold her face in his expansive hands, "you like me?"

"No," he scoffed, touching his forehead to hers, "I love you."

"What?" her heart stopped and she pulled back to stare at him. He wasn't looking at her, instead he stared at their linked fingers. "Zayn--"

"You...you don't have to say it back, I just...God," he ran a hand through his hair, "I...I've never loved someone so much in my life. I don't know, maybe I said it too early, or maybe I'm not thinking straight but I know I love you with everything I have, my whole heart, my everything," Zayn finally looked at her, his eyes glazed over with water as they stared at each other.

Crissle's heart was jumping outside her chest, she felt breathless all of a sudden, just standing there and watching her boyfriend have an emotional breakdown. He declared himself to her in a matter of seconds, making her feel more than she ever felt with him.

Crissle was in love with him.

Zayn shook his head and when he was about to speak again, she beat him to it.

"I love you."

"Why are you breathing so hard?"

"I love you, you idiot," she laughed breathlessly, grabbing his ears and pulling him in to kiss his lips. Zayn kissed her back, his tongue gliding along hers as he held her hips against his. There was so much passion in the kiss Crissle fell back against the bed, still holding Zayn's ears. He moaned, his lips sucking at her neck and his hands rubbing the insides of her thighs.

"Idiot. What a beautiful term of endearment," he grinned.

"Whatever," she hummed lightly, kissing his lips again, "pretty little boyfriend."

"Shut up."

"Just saying."

"I love you," he whispered against her lips, a looked of sincerity in his eyes as she attempted to kiss him again, "I love you, I love you--"

"I love you," she giggled, moaning louder at the feeling of his lips. Zayn smiled against her skin, sitting up and looking down at her in pure fascination.

Never did Crissle ever think Zayn would say something like that, something so truthful and sentimental, something she'd remember forever and think of every morning and night.

"I absolutely adore you, Ms. Sinclair."

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hello, guppies

THEY SIDA I LOVE YOU

I updated to feel you guys that there's two more chapters muahahahaha

oh, and, shit I forgot what else

and it took me a really long time since I love this book so much, to find a girl to be crissle. if you look at the cover, it's solange, my favorite knowles. (she can be anyone you want but thats my preference)

I was scrolling through so many pictures and fell in love with the idea of her as this character. anyway, crissle is 24 and so is zayn, okay?

alright

buh bye