Zayn was shaking as he attempted to pull me into his arms. Tears streaming down his sculpted tan face, his eyes drowning in pure regret. I pushed him away with fiery force, his body limp and practically lifeless. He stood, eyes boring into my soul trying to see anything that resembled love. But it was all gone. I was broken. He broke me.

*2 weeks earlier*

Zayn and I walked down the street hand in hand strutting around London as if we were anonymous. Every so often someone would glance at us, their stare lingering for a little too long and our pace would quicken slightly but in general, we strolled. As we walked past a shop window, Zayn stopped and started giggling. I glanced at the mirror so be revisited by the image of him in his normal jeans, normal tee-shirt and a bushy fake moustache. This is what we had been reduced to, walking around with disguises to get around London. But seeing Zayn in that facial fur really was hilarious.

"I think its about time we took that off you now! I've seen enough of you with that moustache to last me a life-time!"

Zayn giggled and grabbed my hand. We walked further down the road before we hailed a cab and jumped in. As soon as we sat down I pulled off his fake tashe and my own curly 70s style wig and big sunglasses.

"I cannot believe these things actually worked! Although, my head is super itchy.."

I frowned and rubbed my head looking up at Zayn who had put the wig on himself.

"How do I look?"

He questioned, pouting and throwing his head back while looking into the taxi drivers mirror. I laughed and pulled it off him whilst planting a kiss on his cheek.

"You are such a dork.."

I teased and cuddled into him. The days were growing cold and even wrapped up in fake hair and a over-sized parka I was still freezing. Zayn pulled me closer into him and held me tightly until we arrived at our new flat.

We'd moved in about 3 weeks ago to a fairly small penthouse style flat smack-bang in the centre of London. For me, coming from another small flat in Edinburgh, the change was nothing but for Zayn moving out of his own private 'mansion' home must have been a serious downsize. Although, he never showed it. Despite the fact the flat was small it was beautiful, thanks to my own person decorating skills and Zayns attempt at helping me, which mainly consisted of him trying to coax me into having sex on the new rug. As soon as we walked in a familiar black cat came running towards us.

"Well hello there Einstein, did you miss us?"

Zayn cooed at her. I never understood exactly why he wanted to name our female cat Einstein, but he had. She meowed a reply at him and rubbed her head on his trouser leg.

"She totally loves me more than she loves you! Look at this! Yes Steiny, I love you! You adorable little baby!"

I playfully rolled my eyes at the pair of them as Zayn dropped to the ground to lie on his back next to her. I kicked my shoes off in the halls and walked over to him before lightly poking him in the stomach with my toe.

"Zayn, you are a very strange cat man."

"You love me for it though.."

He winked and pulled me down on top of him in a swift movement. I squeaked and the sudden loss of contact of my feet with the floor.

"Don't you worry baby I gotcha'..."

He planted a soft kiss on my lips, before pulling me into a deep embrace.

"I love you.."

He whispered delicately through my hair into my ears. I clung to him, memorising everything about this moment. I pulled out of the hug and looking into his eyes. Deep brown pools of pure love and ecstasy looked back at me. I smiled weakly before attacking his lips with any emotion resembling love I could muster. I wanted to show him how much I loved him. This. What we had, was far more than just plain old love. It was electric, and sparkling. It was fireworks and crackers. It was everything you could ever want and more. Zayn wrapped his arms around me tighter as I heard the cats collar bell jingle somewhere in the distance indicating she had left the room. Our kisses grew more heated, the steam of lust clouding our judgement. He shifted his legs as he began to grow hard and flipped me over so he was on top of me, pinning me down under his strength. I sat up bringing my lips to him and he rewarded me with a deep and sensual kiss, causing my stomach to explode with butterflies.

"Zaayn.."

I gently moaned into his mouth. Feeling him smirk against my lips only fuelled my fire further. Zayn's hand began to snake down from my back, his touch making me shiver. Moving with his hands, his lips following suit. First leaving trails of love on my neck, further down to my breasts. He gently stopped and I lend forward slightly in order to allow him to remove my top. He returned to my neck as he unhooked my bra with expert precision and threw it behind us. As he pulled back from my neck I flipped us over again in order for me to remove his top. I could feel his eyes on my naked chest as I pulled off his clothes in lust filled haste. Just as I removed it he pulled my legs around his waist so he was face to face with my breasts and began tracing my nipples lightly with his tongue. I rested my head on his shoulder making quiet moans and gentle exhales into his skin which seemed to rile him further and he took my whole nipple into his mouth whirling it against his tongue and teeth.

"Zaayn.. F-f-uck.. Oh.. Oh my God. Fuck."

The sheer pleasure of his warm mouth on my cold skin was enough to cause me to moan loudly throwing my head back slightly. With this, Zayn placed me on my back and returned to kissing down my body. He reached my navel and pulled back giving me another once over before unzipping his own jeans, revealing his obvious erection in his tight black hipster boxers. I took a deep inhale and closed my eyes in an attempt to centre myself a bit. Remove some of the obvious lust that was clouding my mind.

"You okay babe?"

I heard his voice drift in through the smoke and open my eyes to see slight worry on Zayn's face.

"Yeah, I just trying to um.. calm down a bit..."

I bit my lip, as Zayn shifted his legs drawing my gaze down to his erection again. I could almost feel his smirk at me and he eyes lit up once again.

"Aw baby, am I getting you too hot?!"

He brought his head down to mine, his lips barely inches from mine. I leaned up to place a kiss on his lips but he pulled back denying me the contact.

"Nope, if you're too riled up I don't wanna get cha worse do I?!"

Bastard.

"Don't tease me Malik. You know thats what I do best.."

His dick twitched and his cheeks flushed slightly at the memory of our last spur of the moment sexual encounter which ended up with Zayn hand-cuffed to the bed posts and me showing him exactly what gets me going...

"Having flashbacks are we..?"

I grinned up at him and he playfully rolled his eyes before leaning down to kiss me again. Just before he placed his lips on him the phone rang. We both turned to look at it, but none of us moved.

"Just leave it, its probably nothing.."

Zayn murmured turning back to me. Ignoring this, I shuffled from under him, grabbed my top from the sofa, quickly pulled it on and answered the phone.

"Hello, Malik and [Y/N] residence."

There was no answer, but the line wasn't silent. There was a distinct background noise, almost like traffic, and the sounds of shuffling and breathing..

"..umm.. h..h..hello..?"

I whispered down the phone tentatively. I turned to look at Zayn, a confused look on his face.

"Who is it?"

He mouthed to me, his brow furrowed. I shook my head

"Um, Hello? Is there anyo-"

Suddenly, the phone cut out with a loud thump, like someone had slammed down the phone. I pulled back the receiver and examined it.

"Who was it?"

Zayn asked, walking over to me re-dressing himself and picking up my bra.

"Um, there was no-one there I guess.. I thought I heard some murmuring.."

I frowned at the phone before putting it back down on the table. For some reason I had a uneasy feeling but it was probably just the interrupted sex.