When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

19; Nightgowns, room service, and coffee

Violet

 

I stir in my lonely bed, my eyes falling to the closed door. Just as I'm about to drift off back to sleep, not that I had actually gotten much before, the door opens and Zayn slips in.

I admire him trying to stay quiet, careful not to wake me, but Zayn is as quiet as a space rocket taking off inside. I watch as he bangs into the end of the bed, trips over a few things, creates a few world wars, and shuffles over to his side of the bed.

I roll over. "Hey," I whisper.

Zayn gets such a fright that he jumps backwards and throws himself into the wall, banging his head. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He cries, rubbing his head and recovering from his injury. He steps closer, peering through the darkness. "You're still awake?"

I flick on the lamp beside me and sit up, yawning a little. "I was waiting for you," I reply honestly. I giggle a little at Zayn's surprise.

Zayn sighs, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair in the room. "Violet..." Is all he says.

"What were you doing?" I ask him. I notice he's a little tense, and something tells me it's not just from his little scare before. "Is everything okay?"

He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches up to brush stray pieces of hair out of my face, before kissing me gently. My insides warm. "Everything's fine," he says simply. "Avery and I just lost track of time talking."

I get the feeling there's more to the story, but I don't ask. So I just nod.

"Go back to sleep," he instructs, starting to take off his boots.

I crawl over to him, not following his orders at all, and lean behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders. I start to kiss his neck and his body stiffens and he moves his head to the side, laughing gently.

"What are you doing?" He asks, his voice catching a little.

I smile, continuing to kiss along his neck towards his jaw line.

"You know if you keep doing that it's gonna get you in serious trouble, Princess." He holds his breath.

"Mmm?" I hum into his skin, tugging on his shoulder to turn him around. He obliges, literally tearing off his other boot and clambering up onto the bed, towering over me.

He crashes his lips to mine, resting his hands on the bed either side of me and holding himself above me. I move my hands to the buttons on his shirt and start unbuttoning each one before pushing the shirt down his arms so it just hangs off his back.

"What are we doing?" Zayn whispers into my lips, his hands roaming around my stomach area, above the fabric of my nightgown.

"Shut up," I mumble back, spreading my hand across his smooth chest. I stop kissing him to just admire the feel of his skin. I trace patterns with my fingers, and I hear him hiss slightly. But it's not in pain, it's in pleasure. I move my hand and place it over his heart, and I just take a second to feel his heartbeat. Right now it's beating at about a million miles a minute. I slowly move my gaze up to meet his and find him just looking at me, looking at my hand over his heart, looking at my chest rapidly rising. Our eyes meet and we hold the gaze for about a second before he lays me down flat and hovers above me.

"I love you so much, Violet Smith," he whispers softly. "Do you know that?"

I nod, but don't say anything. It's like I physically can't. My mind is generating about a thousand words to say, but my mouth just won't open and actually say them. And it's like I have all these feelings that I want to share with Zayn, but I don't know how to put them all into words. I don't know how to tell him how much he means to me.