Nightlight (on hold)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

“Darlin’, wake up.”

I wanted to just stay under the covers, in my warm bed, forever. I felt peaceful and cozy in my little world. I didn’t want to be disturbed and if Zayn thought that I’d wake up without a fight, then he had another thing coming.

“Come on, get up.” He chuckled, not at all pissed at my unwillingness to obey him. I let out a groan and lifted up my middle finger, to which he only laughed.

“Get up.” His tone was stern, yet amused. He started to pull my blankets back, but I kicked my leg out in an attempt to push him away. I missed, of course, and it just resulted in Zayn grabbing my ankle and pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Come on now, Darlin’. Up you go.” He tried to pull me off the bed, but I just went dead weight. Zayn let out a frustrated sigh and hoisted me quickly out of bed.

“No!” I gasped when my body hit the cold air outside of the safety of my bed. I tried to hit Zayn so he’d put me down, but I couldn’t aim for shit, especially not in my sleepy state.

“Enough with the tantrum. Wake up.” He tried to set me down on my feet, but I only clung to his t-shirt. He was so much warmer than the cold hardwood floor. And I wanted so desperately to just go back to bed.

“Jesus Christ, you’re acting like a child.” He complained under his breath. I smiled into his shirt as he pulled me back up to him so I no longer had to stand on my own. He swept my feet up and held me princess-style against his chest.

“I was just gonna get you up to show you the snow, but I guess that don’t interest you.” His chest rumbled as he chuckled. His teasing tone showed he wasn’t at all mad that I was being so persistent on staying in bed.

But, just as he set me back down on the piece of furniture I was so desperate to return to, I perked up. The word ‘snow’ had captured my attention.

Britain had, well, peculiar weather. You see, it was cold and it rained a lot and could get quite windy, yet it rarely snowed. I mean, I remember growing up and having snow in December, January and February. It wasn’t uncommon that I’d have a white Christmas and it was actually quite rare to go the winter season without more than just a dusting.

So when Zayn said there was snow, I couldn’t help but get excited. Either there was fluke in the weather or my husband was playing a sick, cruel joke on me.

I heard him laughing as I scrambled off the bed, probably shoving him over in the process. I raced to the window and watched in awe as little flakes made their way to the already white ground.

Shit, I gotta get out there before the dumb British weather returned and melted my precious snow. Just as Zayn was coming up behind me, I pushed him away and started to run out of the room, down the stairs and to the hall.

“Hannah! Put on a coat and boots before you go out! Hannah!” I threw open the front door, but was stopped by two guards. Ever since the fiasco a few weeks ago, you know, where I practically ran away, security had become quite strict.

I mean, I wasn’t even allowed to step foot outside the house unless my husband dearest gave the say so.

So I wasn’t too surprised, but I was disappointed, when I wasn’t met with beautiful snow and instead with two broad chests.

“He knows that I’m going outside.” I crossed my arms over my chest in frustration.

“Sorry, Mrs. Malik, but he’s gotta give us direct permission.” One of the guys shrugged. I slammed the door angrily and turned to march up the stairs and drag Zayn down and let me go outside. But luckily, he was already descending the stairs.

“Can you tell dumb and dumber to let me go outside?” I pouted, batting my eyelashes. He narrowed his eyes at me as he came closer. I watched him as he looked me over before he approached me.

“Were you just bloody talking to them?”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, waiting impatiently for him to let me go play in my snow, like a child.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He roared, catching me off guard. I was so stunned; I didn’t react when he grabbed me roughly and dragged me into the living room just off the foyer. I could tell he was trying hard no to hit me or slam me against the wall, because that’s what the old him would’ve done.

“What the hell?” I snapped, trying to wriggle from his hold, but with no avail. His grip was vice-like and although it wasn’t tight enough to hurt too badly, I couldn’t loosen it.

“You’re not wearing any clothes and you fucking answered the door! YOU’RE LUCKY THEY WORK FOR ME OR ELSE YOU WOULDN’T BE STANDING HERE RIGHT NOW!” He shouted. I glanced down at my outfit, but I didn’t see what was so wrong.

I was wearing one of his t-shirts, which went to mid-thighs and then some panties, which weren’t seen. And to top it all off, my hair was in a sloppy bun and I had on loose socks. Not exactly sexy. I mean, only my legs were on display.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” I grunted. He raised his eyebrows at me in disbelief before he grabbed my wrist and waved me hand in front of my face.

“Do you see this ring?” He snarled. He brought up his own hand and pointed to his wedding ring. “See how it matches mine? That means that you’re mine. No one else sees this.” He tugged me close to him so he could grab my thighs and hoist me up to his waist. I would’ve wrapped my legs around him for support, but he immediately sat me down on the table.

“Zayn, it wasn’t a big deal. I just tried to go outside and they wouldn’t let me. End of story.”

“Except for the fact that you look so fuckable. You can’t just be so carefree with what you wear around other people. These,” he gestured to my thighs and my breasts, “are mine. So that means no one else can see them.” His hands went down to my waist and tightened drastically.

“What, so that means I can’t wear this to bed?” I snorted. I was going to wear whatever the fuck I wanted. He had no power over me. Well, at least I could pretend like he didn’t.

“No, you just can’t wear that in front of other people.”

I looked up at him incredulously. Was he being fucking for real? Like honestly. At that point in our relationship I’d think he’d have a little more faith in me and trust that I wouldn’t go sleeping around with any guy who shows a slight interest.

“So, I have to dress conservatively… even in my own home… ok, that seems completely fair.” I snorted, my voice simply oozing with sarcasm. Zayn’s beautiful brown eyes narrowed at me. I couldn’t fucking believe that one of the first real conversations we were having in forever was an argument.

But it was thrilling at the same time.

I’m not saying that I liked getting Zayn mad, but I did find his aggression sexy. I loved how he was just a little too rough with me, but not enough to really cause damage. I loved how he looked at me like I was the only person that ever mattered, even though I was the one making him want to punch a hole in the wall. I loved how one minute he could be shouting and lecturing me and the next he’d be kissing and holding me close. And I loved how each and every time he got mad at me, it was only to protect me.

“Stop being so dramatic! Just fucking wear pants around other people. It’s not fucking rocket science.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but kept my mouth shut. There was no point in exhausting the argument any further, even though I wanted to.

“Go get dressed and then we can go check out the snow.”

And with an angry sigh, I obliged.

Zayn had never really played in the snow before. Apparently, it had only snowed in England in his life like five times and he didn’t really know what to do with it. So, with all of the perimeter guards watching us, I taught the infamous and feared Zayn Malik to make a snow angel.

And a snowman.

And a snowball.

And then I used said snowball to chuck at the back of his head.

I think at first he was angry, but when he swiveled around to yell at me, his face broke out into a grin. I don’t know why, maybe it was because I was smiling or something, but his mood changed so suddenly. He started to chase me around the backyard, but he wasn’t used to running in snow, so I outran him.

Until I slipped. Then he caught up to me.

“GOTCHA!” He roared as he scooped me up from out of the snow. I let out a squeal as my body left the comfort of the ground. He spun us around for a little bit before setting me back down. His lips were spread in a grin and I couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him.

And the second we both pulled away, I hurled another snowball. It hit him square in the chest, but I didn’t have time to turn and see his reaction before I was running away again. I could hear him in pursuit of me, so I may or may not have purposefully slowed down.

His arms wrapped around my waist from behind and I was flying again. My back pressed firmly to his chest, he picked me up only to set me back down again. A kiss was pressed to my temple and I couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

It had been a long fucking time since we had a cute moment like that.

“Throw another one and we’re going inside.” He growled as he nipped at my ear playfully. When he let me go, I stumbled forward and rolled up another snowball. Before he could duck, I smashed the snow right on top of his beloved hair.

After the shock of my immediate attack wore off, his mouth popped open. He couldn’t believe that I was bold enough to do such a thing.

“Playtime over.”

He tugged me back to him gently. I didn’t fight him at all, but he didn’t look mad. In fact, I thought he was only fooling around.

But he was serious.

He lugged me up and over his shoulder before I could register what was happening.

“HEY! Put me down!” I squeaked in surprise. I slammed my fist against his back, but it didn’t seem to do much. I knew kicking my legs and squirming wouldn’t do much either, but I still did it.

“I warned you!” He reminded me with a chuckle. I heard our front door open and then suddenly warmth hit me. I was no longer out in the bitter British air.

“NO!” I shouted when Zayn still didn’t put me down, even when we were inside. There was no response. I squirmed again, but, like I predicted, it didn’t loosen his hold at all. In fact, he didn’t let go of me at all until my bum felt the soft. I didn’t have time to question what was going on before his lips were on mine.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, which was already messed up from my antics with the snow. His hands gripped my hips tightly and forcibly pressed me up against him. He pushed me down against the bed and climbed on top of me almost immediately.

Both of our jackets and gloves found their way to the floor rather quickly.

I didn’t want to ruin our moment, but I had to ask Zayn what was going on. I didn’t want him to excite me for no reason. It wasn’t fair for him to get my hopes up. Especially since I started to shake with anticipation and I felt a warmth pool in the base of my stomach, which would only lead to one thing.

I moved my hands reluctantly from his hair and pressed them flat against his chest. I tried to push him away, but Zayn’s reaction was instead to bring his hand up to grab my wrists.

He grinded his hips roughly against mine, eliciting a moan from me. His lips didn’t leave mine as he started fumbling with my shirt. The piece of fabric was off in an instant. Our lips had to separate for a brief moment so that he could slip the shirt over my head quickly, but Zayn’s found mine again.

The kisses weren’t sweet and gentle like they had been. They were rough and passionate and full of angst. I don’t know how he did it, but my jeans and snow boots were off before I could even notice him yanking them down.

He pulled away from our heated kiss so he could stare down at me. I blushed as he looked over the curve of my body, that wasn’t what it once was.

I giggled when his cold hands grabbed my midsection. His hands were usually so warm and comforting, but because of our outdoor antics, they were freezing cold. He smiled down at me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” His voice was so raspy and delicious that I didn’t have the heart to point out that I wasn’t gorgeous at all.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” His right hand started to fiddle with my bra strap, while the left one came up to cup my breast. I practically purred in delight. It had been a while since Zayn touched me like that. Like really touched me.

I started to tremble under his touch. I needed to feel him. I reached up to his face in a desperate attempt to reconnect our kiss, but he didn’t want to continue that. But I needed him to touch me in any way possible.

I needed his hands to explore places. I wanted him to be pressed up against me and not hovering like he was doing. I wanted his lips against me and I wanted to feel every part of him.

But the only thing I was feeling was his damn hands on my breasts.

And fuck did it feel good.









To be continued…