One Direction's Red Light District

"Good Morning. Syco Records, this is Heaven speaking how may I help you?"

You answered the phone politely as usual, but you were less enthused to be at work today of all days. It was supposed to be your off day but that other girl what's her face who usually works Saturdays called in sick and Simon needed someone to work the front desk. However, you could have sworn you heard her say that she had tickets to go see The 1975 today...Bitch.

"Hello?" You repeated realizing that the person on the other end of the line had yet to reply.

"Oh, sorry. Hello, who's this?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you held your ear piece while looking up meetings and important appointments coming up for Simon. You're the receptionist you ask the questions; not the people who called in.

"This is Heaven speaking." You repeated with a little bit more annoyance in your voice.

"That's a beautiful name, love."

You couldn't help the smile that covered your lips at the compliment. Your name rolled so seductively off of the boy's tongue and his accent pulled you in. You hadn't even realized who it was that you were talking to but you had already started to imagine what he looked like.

"Thank You," you said with a smile in your voice before you continued, "May I ask who it is I'm speaking with?"

"Sure, babe this is Zayn. I was calling to see if Simon was in his office? I needed to come by to sign off on some things for my contract that I missed."

"Zayn? As in Zayn Malik?"

You rolled your eyes at the impostor on the phone. None of Simon's big clients call his office phone. All of the big hitters have Simon's personal phone number. People called in every week posing as someone else in hopes to get a chance to meet with Simon and get a record deal. Personally you found it annoying, especially on the day that you're supposed to have off.

"That's me."

"I'm sorry but Simon's in a meeting. And will be for a few hours. Is there anything else I can assist you with Zayn?" You brushed him off.

"Shit. I'm in the parking lot now. Is there no way that you could maybe get him to–"

"Listen, Zayn is it?"

"Yes." You could hear the chuckle in his voice before you continued.

"I'm sure you have a beautiful voice and all and I'm sure Simon would love to hear you out, but coming to his studio is no way to do it."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah. X Factor auditions are coming up soon. He may not be a panel judge this season, but he still plays a big hand in it. You have to auditions just like everyone else."

"But I auditioned and made it through four years ago, Heaven. Your voice sounds like your name."

Chills went down your spine as he spoke your name.This impostor had obviously worked on his accent. He had Zayn down to a science and you would be lying if you said you weren't getting wet by the sound of his voice. It had been a while for you since the last time you had any type of sexual encounter and right now his voice was doing the trick. Its probably why you hadn't hung up the phone yet.

"Look kid, whoever you are, you cant just call here and expect to –"

Your throat went dry and your ability to speak had suddenly went out the window. The office doors opened and as they did you began to question your own existence. You'd met plenty a celebrity before, that wasn't why you were awe struck. You eyed the man in front of you because he was in fact who he said he was.

Zayn still held his phone to his ear as he looked at you with a smile. His goatee made him look more distinguished, but at the same time it was just the right amount of scruff to make him look as if he could have a dangerous side to him. He's absolutely beautiful and all of the pictures you've seen do him no justice as he stands in front of you.

Zayn approaches your desk hanging up the phone with a smile on his face. when he gets there, he leans on it ever so casually, whispering to you. His lips just by your ear.

"Do you believe me now, Heaven?"

You close your eyes momentarily and cross your legs as the heat between them begins to overwhelm you. You nod your head yes and as you open your eyes, Zayn pulls back enough to get a good look at you, knowing that he has an effect.

"I'll call Simon and let him know you're here."

"Wait."

As you prepared to turn away, Zayn catches your wrist ever so gently causing you to make eye contact again. His hands are rough, but soft and your skin prickles at the embrace as he massages tiny circles on your wrist where his hand sits. It makes your breath catch in your throat. Is Zayn Malik flirting with you?

"Your eyes are a beautiful shade of green, Heaven. I've never seen anything like them. You're absolutely fucking breath taking."

"You're not bad looking yourself Malik, if it is really you that is?"

A blush rose on your cheeks at his words and your breathing escalated once more as he chuckled, leaning in closer to you again. His breath smelled of spearmint and his scent was as intoxicating as the hazel color of his eyes.

"You're a little feisty and I like that a lot. I'd like to get to know you a bit better, Heaven. If that's all right with you that is?"

Zayn teased you repeating your words back to you and it was a major turn on. In interviews he seems so mysterious and quiet, who would have known that he was as cheeky as he's being right now?

His lips grazed your ear as he pulled away, causing you to gasp. Your heart beat accelerated, but you played it off. You could be just as cheeky as him.

"That depends on what you want to do Malik. It has to be worth my while. I don't just go out on dates with anyone. Besides, I'm not really sure if you are who you say you are," it was your turn to get a reaction out of him, "you have to prove yourself. Maybe by showing me something that I cant find on Google."

You licked your lips seductively at him, since you'd noticed that he'd been staring at them for a while; the entire time that you were talking as a matter of fact and it you weren't mistaken you could hear him breath out a shaky uneasy breath because of it. You had Zayn Malik right where you wanted him, but you placed the ball in his court and awaited his answer before you let Simon know that he was here.

"I never disappoint and I don't plan on starting. What's your number love? I guarantee it will be worth it for both of us."

You could feel yourself pool in your panties at his words, but you wouldn't let him know. You exchanged numbers before you buzzed him in to see your boss and as soon as he was out of sight, you received a text from him."

Come out with me tonight and I'll show you what you'll never find on google Got your address from Si. Wear something sexy. Pick you up at 8? xx~ Zayn

Before Zayn left the office, you nodded your head in agreement to his proposition and as your work day came to a close, you rushed home to find the perfect outfit. There was a black dress that hung in your closet that showed off your long legs perfectly, but there was only one problem with it, panty lines would show through. Even if you put on a thong, the skin tight material of the dress allowed for no underwear.

You rolled your eyes, but decided that this dress in particular was the best pick. Shimmying out of your thong, you slid on your heels as your heard a knock at your door. Zayn had come to pick you up himself and he'd looked better than he did at the office, if that was at all humanly possible.

He eyed you up and down before he smiled at you and gave you a lingering hug and kiss on the cheek that made you think the wet from your center would leak down your legs since there was no barrier there to keep in in your panties.

"You look absolutely incredible love. And I'm glad you're wearing your hair up" Zayn pulled his lower lip into his mouth before he shook his head and all you could thing about was sucking that lip and maybe something else if the night ended right.

"We should go." You murmured as your eyes burned into one another's.

Zayn nodded as he took your arm, escorting you out of the building. When you both got in his car, the engine purred lightly as he started it up and as he drove, his hand rested on your mid thigh. You wanted him to move it higher and as he drove and the two of you talked, his hand did just that, stopping just before your sex.

You'd stopped at a bar for a few drinks, and paparazzi were all around you, but the two of you ignored them, continuing on with your date.

"So Zayn, I was promised things I cant Google, but thats all I've gotten. You promised to make it worth my while, but I don't know..." you trailed off a smirk on your lips. You thought your were winning this unspoken game until Zayn's hand cupped your pussy under the table away from paps eye sight.

You jumped and gasped in surprise, but it was the surprise of the best kind.

"What do you want to know, Heaven?" His fingers began to massage you clit causing you to moan and Zayn to smile as if he weren't massaging your increasingly wet folds under the table.

"Z-Zayn." You whimpered as you cupped your hand over his, needing more than what he was giving to you.

"Sorry, Heaven what was that you just said?" Zayn added more pressure flicking his index finger over your swollen clit. The pleasure was unimaginable and you could barely keep your moans to a silent hush.

"Zayn, please?!"

"Zayn please what?" He teased wanting you to say it out loud for him to hear.

"Zayn Please, please fuck me please?"

Zayn paid for your drinks, setting two twenties on the table before discretely adjusting your dress for you . When you got back in his car he drove so fast back to your place that you thought for sure you would get stopped by police.

"That dress was killing me at the bar. I could tell you didn't have knickers on when we were in the car." Zayn spoke before crashing his lips into yours, both of your tongues battling for dominance.

As you kissed, your hands roamed down to his bulge palming him over his jeans. You could tell then that he was hung like a horse but you had to see it with your own eyes. Unzipping Zayn's pants in a fit of lust and pulling them down just enough to free him from his boxers, your mouth dropped at the weight and feel of him. His lips turned up at the corners before he grabbed the back of your head by your pony tail walking your back to the couch.

You lied down as soon as your legs hit the furniture, pulling up your dress and rubbing your clit moaning Zayn's name as he positioned himself on top of you. He rubbed the tip of his cock at your entrance coating himself in your juices before he finally thrust hard and deep inside of your dripping wet center.

"ZAYN!"

"Scream it babe!" He grunted in between thrusts, "Scream it louder, Heaven!"

"Fuck, Zayn! Yes! Fuck me, Fuck me, Yes!"

Zayn changed your positions on the couch turning you on your stomach as he entered you from behind allowing him deeper access. You could feel your climax nearing at the deep sensation he was building for you. Your walls twitched around his cock letting him know your were close.

"Come on my dick babe! Come on love!" You unraveled at his words but Zayn continued to thrust in you building yet another orgasm.

"OH MY GOD!" You screamed as the feeling overwhelmed your tired body.

"Again?"

"Yes!" You moaned in response.

"Wait for me love, I'm close!"

You nodded your head, a hot moaning mess beneath his beautiful body. Zayn's thrusts became more sporadic and you could feel him twitch inside of you before he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You let go once more reaching your euphoric states together, before he collapsed on your back void of energy.

"Do you know who I am now?"

You chuckled lightly to yourself before your answered.

"I don't know. You might have to show me again."

Notes

Its not Edited so I'll fix mistakes tomorrow I'm so tired. I hope you enjoyed it love!

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