The One That I Want
One-Shot
I’ve been told that I’m pretty good with words, which is why when my boyfriend Zayn told me his plans for the evening; I knew exactly what to say.
“Hell no,” I laughed as if I was joking, even though I totally wasn’t.
“What’s the problem?” He smirked in that adorable way of his, coming out of our bathroom. I took a second to admire his abs before he slid a grey Henley top over his head. “It’s just a video game release party.”
“With Victoria’s Secret models!” I looked down at my iPad, which had an article about the event open on Safari. “It says that ‘three of the ten models attending are single, one for each of the currently single Niall, Harry, and Zayn.’” I winced when I read my boyfriend’s name. “Single?” I turned to him again, only to see him sliding on a pair of jeans. Damn, I’d missed my chance.
“Don’t be jealous, love.” He leaned over the bed and pecked me on the cheek. “You’re the one who wanted us to stay a secret.”
I stuck my tongue out playfully. He was right, of course. When we’d started dating 2 months ago, he’d been eager to reveal that he had finally found love after his devastating breakup with Perrie Edwards earlier in the year. But I had been afraid of being compared to his past string of model-beautiful girlfriends, of receiving threats from his passionate fans, of everything. So I asked him not to tell anyone except his family and the band. But him being publicly single seemed to have a lot of downfalls for me. For one, gorgeous girls had been linked to him all the time, making me wonder if he’d rather be with them. It was horrible to see him in a magazine a few weeks ago with his arm around the waist of Selena Gomez, even though I knew nothing was going on. And tonight, with the Victoria’s Secret models, I knew I was going to see pictures tomorrow of the boys looking flirty with them. Then I was going to mentally kill Zayn for leaving me alone.
“Listen, babe. You can go with me if you’d like.” He rolled across the bed and lay next to me, taking my iPad and putting it on the other side of him. “We’ll go by that shop you like, pick you up something sexy…” at this, he kissed me. His kisses always reassured me. They reminded me that he was mine, especially when he ran his thumb along the side of my mouth. I felt instantly better.
“No, it’s fine. You go.” I met his bright brown eyes and smiled. “I’ll be fine.” Zayn grinned. “That’s a girl. What are going to do while I’m gone?” I suddenly felt like a friendless spinster. I had been spending the past month in LA with Zayn, but hadn’t really met anyone other than the girls in my yoga class. What was going to do? “I’ll just stay here, watch some television. Order some takeout. All the usual things that I do when you trade bathrobes and Chinese food for Dior and sashimi.”
“You sound upset again,” he pouted. “I want people to know about us, but if it would make you unhappy I can’t do anything about it. It’s almost spit up my tea. Embarrassed? Hardly. My boyfriend was in One Direction! Millions of girls wanted what I had right now. But he was right yet again. I wanted privacy, so I’d have to deal. “No really. Go.” I watched as his pout evolved back into a sexy smirk. I rolled on top of him and straddled him. “Just don’t forget about me, Mr. Malik.” I lowered my head to him and planted my lips on his. His hands traveled to my shorts and he tugged down at the waistband. “That’s enough of that. You have to leave.” I laughed at the pained look on his face as I rolled off of him and he reluctantly headed to the door. ***************************************************************** Two hours later, I had channel surfed through practically everything offered on the hotel cable, and no good movies were on Netflix that I hadn’t already watched. I decided to waste time on the internet. Twitter was my homepage, and the Worldwide Trends caught my eye immediately. “We Heart Zayn & Alicia,” read one. “Zalicia forever,” said another one. And the worst one, which probably had no connection with the others: #IMetMyTrueLoveWhen.
I knew who the trends referred to: Alicia Cornell. She was the newest and youngest VS model, with wheat-blonde hair and big grey eyes. And she just happened to be from Bradford, where Zayn was from. I clicked on the “heart” trend and scrolled for a tweet with a picture. Bingo. Perez Hilton had a pic of Zayn and Alicia looking positively in love. She was wearing a fake soccer uniform with the words “Love Pink” plastered anywhere it would fit. Where her tiny red shorts ended, her long olive skinned legs began, ending with a pair of those wedge sneakers. Zayn just smiled stupidly, as if he really had no idea how this affected me. I closed the tweet and scrolled again. “SO CUTE!” Shouted one tweet, “I’m so glad Zayn found someone to get him over Perrie.” A picture was attached to this tweet as well, and it sent ears to the edge of my eyes. Alicia. Her hands on my boyfriend’s shoulders, holding herself up as she kissed him on the cheek. And Zayn looked turned on. He. Was. Dead. I groaned and collapsed into the multitude of down pillows behind me. It was my fault .And I knew exactly what to do to fix it. ************************************************* “Katie, I’m back!” Zayn yelled into the hotel room.
“In the bathroom,” I called back, pushing a brush through my hair. I examined my outfit once more in the large mirror. I had went to the shop that Zayn had mentioned and bought a red bondage dress with cutouts. I was not my style at all, but plenty of the starlets that Zayn had been photographed with were always wearing them, so apparently they were the uniform of the universally attractive.
Zayn wolf-whistled when he came to the doorway. “Well, hello there. Where ever did that come from?”
“Does it matter?” I turned away from the mirror and put my hands on my hips. “Do you like it?”
“For sure,” Zayn stuck his hands in his pockets and frowned. “It’s just different.”
I surveyed his face. “How was the event?”
“Fine, fine.”
“And Alicia?”
“How would you—“ His eyes trailed to the celling as he thought of his next sentence. “You saw the kiss.” “Absolutely.” I was wondering why he hadn’t hugged or kissed me to show his appreciation of my outfit. “Look babe. Is that why you’re dressed like this?” He poked at one of the holes in my dress. I nodded. “It was all her, I promise. One of the reporters had made a joke, and while I was laughing, she popped up and did it. I was completely caught off guard.” Zayn sighed and leaned against the door frame. “Please believe me, Katie. I don’t even like her as a person, much less as a girlfriend.”
“How can you say that?” I tossed my brush onto the counter. “She’s gorgeous, and tall, and a model. Every guy dreams of having a girlfriend like that. How can you say you don’t?” tears started pouring down my face, no doubt ruining the sultry makeup I had just finished putting on. “How can you be dating me when girls like her are falling all over you?”
“Because,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. “I don’t want a girl that goes about knowing she’s beautiful and adored by practically everyone. I want a beautiful girl that I can have all to myself, so I know that she’s all mine.”
I looked up at him and smiled. “You mean that?” “Of course.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. It was sweet and simple, just like our relationship. And I couldn’t have been happier.
Zayn got a devilish grin and stepped back. “Are you thinking the same thing I’m thinking?”
I knew exactly what to say.
“Hell yes.”
“Hell no,” I laughed as if I was joking, even though I totally wasn’t.
“What’s the problem?” He smirked in that adorable way of his, coming out of our bathroom. I took a second to admire his abs before he slid a grey Henley top over his head. “It’s just a video game release party.”
“With Victoria’s Secret models!” I looked down at my iPad, which had an article about the event open on Safari. “It says that ‘three of the ten models attending are single, one for each of the currently single Niall, Harry, and Zayn.’” I winced when I read my boyfriend’s name. “Single?” I turned to him again, only to see him sliding on a pair of jeans. Damn, I’d missed my chance.
“Don’t be jealous, love.” He leaned over the bed and pecked me on the cheek. “You’re the one who wanted us to stay a secret.”
I stuck my tongue out playfully. He was right, of course. When we’d started dating 2 months ago, he’d been eager to reveal that he had finally found love after his devastating breakup with Perrie Edwards earlier in the year. But I had been afraid of being compared to his past string of model-beautiful girlfriends, of receiving threats from his passionate fans, of everything. So I asked him not to tell anyone except his family and the band. But him being publicly single seemed to have a lot of downfalls for me. For one, gorgeous girls had been linked to him all the time, making me wonder if he’d rather be with them. It was horrible to see him in a magazine a few weeks ago with his arm around the waist of Selena Gomez, even though I knew nothing was going on. And tonight, with the Victoria’s Secret models, I knew I was going to see pictures tomorrow of the boys looking flirty with them. Then I was going to mentally kill Zayn for leaving me alone.
“Listen, babe. You can go with me if you’d like.” He rolled across the bed and lay next to me, taking my iPad and putting it on the other side of him. “We’ll go by that shop you like, pick you up something sexy…” at this, he kissed me. His kisses always reassured me. They reminded me that he was mine, especially when he ran his thumb along the side of my mouth. I felt instantly better.
“No, it’s fine. You go.” I met his bright brown eyes and smiled. “I’ll be fine.” Zayn grinned. “That’s a girl. What are going to do while I’m gone?” I suddenly felt like a friendless spinster. I had been spending the past month in LA with Zayn, but hadn’t really met anyone other than the girls in my yoga class. What was going to do? “I’ll just stay here, watch some television. Order some takeout. All the usual things that I do when you trade bathrobes and Chinese food for Dior and sashimi.”
“You sound upset again,” he pouted. “I want people to know about us, but if it would make you unhappy I can’t do anything about it. It’s almost spit up my tea. Embarrassed? Hardly. My boyfriend was in One Direction! Millions of girls wanted what I had right now. But he was right yet again. I wanted privacy, so I’d have to deal. “No really. Go.” I watched as his pout evolved back into a sexy smirk. I rolled on top of him and straddled him. “Just don’t forget about me, Mr. Malik.” I lowered my head to him and planted my lips on his. His hands traveled to my shorts and he tugged down at the waistband. “That’s enough of that. You have to leave.” I laughed at the pained look on his face as I rolled off of him and he reluctantly headed to the door. ***************************************************************** Two hours later, I had channel surfed through practically everything offered on the hotel cable, and no good movies were on Netflix that I hadn’t already watched. I decided to waste time on the internet. Twitter was my homepage, and the Worldwide Trends caught my eye immediately. “We Heart Zayn & Alicia,” read one. “Zalicia forever,” said another one. And the worst one, which probably had no connection with the others: #IMetMyTrueLoveWhen.
I knew who the trends referred to: Alicia Cornell. She was the newest and youngest VS model, with wheat-blonde hair and big grey eyes. And she just happened to be from Bradford, where Zayn was from. I clicked on the “heart” trend and scrolled for a tweet with a picture. Bingo. Perez Hilton had a pic of Zayn and Alicia looking positively in love. She was wearing a fake soccer uniform with the words “Love Pink” plastered anywhere it would fit. Where her tiny red shorts ended, her long olive skinned legs began, ending with a pair of those wedge sneakers. Zayn just smiled stupidly, as if he really had no idea how this affected me. I closed the tweet and scrolled again. “SO CUTE!” Shouted one tweet, “I’m so glad Zayn found someone to get him over Perrie.” A picture was attached to this tweet as well, and it sent ears to the edge of my eyes. Alicia. Her hands on my boyfriend’s shoulders, holding herself up as she kissed him on the cheek. And Zayn looked turned on. He. Was. Dead. I groaned and collapsed into the multitude of down pillows behind me. It was my fault .And I knew exactly what to do to fix it. ************************************************* “Katie, I’m back!” Zayn yelled into the hotel room.
“In the bathroom,” I called back, pushing a brush through my hair. I examined my outfit once more in the large mirror. I had went to the shop that Zayn had mentioned and bought a red bondage dress with cutouts. I was not my style at all, but plenty of the starlets that Zayn had been photographed with were always wearing them, so apparently they were the uniform of the universally attractive.
Zayn wolf-whistled when he came to the doorway. “Well, hello there. Where ever did that come from?”
“Does it matter?” I turned away from the mirror and put my hands on my hips. “Do you like it?”
“For sure,” Zayn stuck his hands in his pockets and frowned. “It’s just different.”
I surveyed his face. “How was the event?”
“Fine, fine.”
“And Alicia?”
“How would you—“ His eyes trailed to the celling as he thought of his next sentence. “You saw the kiss.” “Absolutely.” I was wondering why he hadn’t hugged or kissed me to show his appreciation of my outfit. “Look babe. Is that why you’re dressed like this?” He poked at one of the holes in my dress. I nodded. “It was all her, I promise. One of the reporters had made a joke, and while I was laughing, she popped up and did it. I was completely caught off guard.” Zayn sighed and leaned against the door frame. “Please believe me, Katie. I don’t even like her as a person, much less as a girlfriend.”
“How can you say that?” I tossed my brush onto the counter. “She’s gorgeous, and tall, and a model. Every guy dreams of having a girlfriend like that. How can you say you don’t?” tears started pouring down my face, no doubt ruining the sultry makeup I had just finished putting on. “How can you be dating me when girls like her are falling all over you?”
“Because,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. “I don’t want a girl that goes about knowing she’s beautiful and adored by practically everyone. I want a beautiful girl that I can have all to myself, so I know that she’s all mine.”
I looked up at him and smiled. “You mean that?” “Of course.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. It was sweet and simple, just like our relationship. And I couldn’t have been happier.
Zayn got a devilish grin and stepped back. “Are you thinking the same thing I’m thinking?”
I knew exactly what to say.
“Hell yes.”
Please do another zayn one shot!! This one was so perfect!!
1/28/14