You know i make you wanna scream..

It was nearly 2pm, and we still hadn't got out of bed.
I smiled, as I lay in Zacky's arms. 'What's the smile for?' he looked down at me as I smiled happily to myself. 'Everything's just perfect,' I sighed, 'minus our exes, and the fact I have no spare clothes, everything is just so perfect. Funny to think how quick things can change, isn't it?'
He snorted. 'You can say that again. One minute, I'm tied down to an obsessive bitch, the next I'm cuddling a beautiful, funny, kind young woman. I definitely upgraded, going from Isabelle to you.'
I blushed and grinned, looking up into his gorgeous eyes.

'We should probably get up.' I smiled shyly.
'But then I won't be able to fuck you senseless like I have been.' He pulled me closer to him, and began to kiss me deeply. He then moved my leg, so I was basically on top of him. I pulled away and swatted him playfully, 'as much as I'd love to, no. We've got all of tonight.' He pouted in response and chuckled, 'I am one lucky man.'
I got out of the bed, then remembered I had no spare clothes again. 'Slight problem though.' I pointed at the t-shirt I was wearing, which was Zacky's.

He got out of the bed. 'How bout you just get into the clothes you were wearing last night, and I'll bring you to your place and you can change then?'
I smiled, 'Sure. I'm the only one with the house key, so there's no way Nash could be in there.'
'That prick better not be.' he said angrily, 'I'll ring Dan and get him to bring my car round.'
I walked back into the bathroom, where my clothes were still on the ground from last night. I felt butterflies everywhere thinking back to last night, before grabbing my clothes and putting them on.
I looked at myself in the huge bathroom mirror,and saw a happy looking person with messy hair, a less swollen jaw and no makeup, which was an improvement from the girl I saw last night in the mirror in the restaurant, who looked sad, with a swollen jaw and pale.

I fixed my hair before walking back into the room, where Zacky was now fully dressed, and packing his stuff. He looked up from the suitcase, and smiled, before walking towards me,and putting his hands on my waist. 'How can someone constantly look so beautiful?' he sighed. I smiled sheepishly, 'that's what I've wondered about you for years.'

After he had got his stuff together, and I had my stuff, we left the hotel room and walked down the busy corridor, then stepped into the elevator.
The second the elevator doors closed, he dropped his suitcase, pinned me into a corner into the elevator, and kissed me passionately, like he'd never kissed me before.
I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, wanting him closer.
Just before the elevator doors opened,he pulled away, picked up his suitcase and straightened himself up, as if nothing had happened. I stared at him, still trying to catch my breath, shocked. He looked at me with a cheeky grin on his face, and winked, before looking back to the elevator doors, which had just opened.
In that moment, I felt my blood run cold. There stood Nash, at the doors of the elevator, looking livid.
'Well if it isn't the hero and his damsel in distress.'

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