Carly’s POV

It has been 3 days since Zayn and I had became more than friends and everything has changed for the better; everyone was getting along and we were all having fun. We decided that we should just ignore questions from the paparazzi and let them think whatever they want. We had spent a lot of time with the group, going places with them for the press but Zayn said that were going to spend today together. I was excited because I didn’t know what to expect but that was one of the best things about him; he was great at being romantic. I jotted down in my notebook, I wrote down all the important things that happened so I could look back when I was older. Tiff called me the morning after my date with Zayn and asked what the hell I was doing but I answered with a simple “Being happy” which upset her for a minute but then made her happy. She accepted that I was going to be with whoever I want, she just wanted me to think about things. I didn’t really worry about it because she also said that I was a lucky girl and then went on to say that I need to show off my true colors for the fans to not hate on me. It was a boring conversation but I went with it.

“Babe” Zayn said walking into my room.

“Yes?” I asked with a smile as I set my notebook down.

“Are you almost ready?” He asked sitting down next to me.

“Yup, let’s go.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek before standing up. “Come on.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

“Why are you so excited?” He chuckled.

“Because I hate surprises and I really want to get out of the house.” I complained picking up my phone.

“Well, I hope you like this surprise.” He winked and followed me out of my room.

We walked down the hallway and past the empty living room, everyone was out doing their own thing for today; we only have a few more days before the guys and Demi left. I grabbed his hand after he locked the front door.

He tightened his hold on my hand as he pushed open the glass doors downstairs. Pushing through the crowd of fans and paparazzi, we stayed close and walked fast to his car. I climbed in the passenger seat and buckled up while he did the same. He pulled away from the curb and drove off down the street. I reached over and turned the radio on while we were stopped at a red light. Zayn changed the station to one playing Rolling in the Deep by Adele.

“Sing for me.” He begged grabbing my hand again.

“No.” I protested; he asked me to sing for him every time we heard a song I knew since he found out that I could sing.

“Please” He whined.

“Fine.” I grumbled turning it down a little.
“The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling”

I finished the song as we drove around New York. His eyes would land on me whenever they could, I could see that he was amazed.

“I love when you sing.” He smiled and pulled into a parking spot in front of a brick building.

“I don’t.” I scoffed unbuckling.

“Why not?” He asked in a serious tone.

“I feel really vulnerable when I sing.” I mumbled looking outside. “I always have.”

“I totally get that.” He smiled and squeezed my hand. “Come on, I have something to show you.”

I hadn’t realized that it started sprinkling so when I got out and a raindrop hit me, I flinched making him laugh at me. He waited for me and grabbed my hand, leading me up to the front door. I took my hand back and put my hair up while he unlocked the think metal door with music notes painted on it. We walked in and up a narrow staircase to a hallway with wooden doors.

He smiled back at me before walking over to a door at the end of the hallway, he slowly opened the door to reveal a recording studio. I looked around at everything; all the microphones, guitars and all of the controls.

“Why’d you bring me here?” I asked looking over at him as he sat in a desk chair.

“I have a gift for you.” He answered with a smile. “Stay here, okay?” I nodded and he stood up and walked into the recording room. “Turn on the sound in here please and when I give you a thumbs-up, flip the green switch on.” He said before closing the door.

He walked over and picked up his guitar and pick. Sitting down on one of the black stools in front of an old style microphone, he tested the guitar and sound system.

“Can you here me babe?” He asked looking at me.

“Yup, loud and clear.” I smiled at him.

“Good.” He winked and gave me a thumbs-up.

I turned on the green switch and listened to him start to play the guitar; the beat was slow and his foot taped as he played.

“Your hand fits in mine like it was made just for me
But bear this in mind it was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

Your hand fits in mine
Like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots
With the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved
Your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you,
Oh it's you,
They add up to
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things

You can't go to bed,
Without a cup of tea,
And maybe that's the reason
That you talk, in your sleep
And all those conversations
Are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But, you're perfect to me


I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true,
It's you,
It's you,
They add up to
I'm in love with you,
And all these little things

You'll never love yourself
Half as much as I love you
You'll never treat yourself right, darlin'
But I want you to,
If I let you know, I'm here for you,
Maybe you'll love yourself,
Like I love you
Oh

And I've just let these little things
Slip, out of my mouth,
'Cause it's you, oh it's you,
It's you,
They add up to
And I'm in love with you,
And all these little things,

I won't let these little things
Slip, out of my mouth,
But if it's true,
It's you, it's you,
They add up to,
I'm in love with you,
And all your little things”

He stopped playing and stood up, I flicked the switch and watched as he set the guitar down before walking out of the little room. I looked at him standing in the doorway with a shy smile on his face.

“That was beautiful.” I almost whispered grabbing his hand. “Thank you for showing me that.”

“I didn’t write that but I had to show it to you. I don’t like to sing to people because I’m scared they wont like it but you’ve been singing to me recently so I wanted to show you my vulnerable side too.” His voice was shaky but he was looking right into my eyes.

I was speechless, his words were full of so much emotion that I couldn’t think of anything to say to him. He was watching me while I tried to think of something to say but I couldn’t, the only thing that I could process was that tears were burning my eyes.

“Tha- I cant belie- Bu-“ I stuttered as tears ran down my cheeks. “I loved it.” I finally mumbled out with a smile.

“Then why are you crying?” He asked squeezing my hand.

“Because it was amazing and you did it just to make me feel better. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me.” I smiled and looked away.

“I’ll do things like that whenever I can.” He whispered as he touched my cheek, making me look up at him.

He smiled and kissed me; that kiss held so much feeling that it was over powering. I let go of his hand and let my hands cup his cheeks as his hands did the same to mine. His eyelids fluttered open when he pulled back and he bit his lip lightly. I giggled and looked away feeling my cheeks burn red.

“What?” He asked in a happier voice.

“When you bite your lip like that it’s fucking sexy.” I admitted looking up at him again.

His cheeks turned red and his eyes flickered away from me as I touched his chest lightly. I grabbed his shirt in my hands and pulled him toward me again. Our lips met again and his hands found their way to hips, pulling our bodies together. We hadn’t really had a chance to do anything since we started dating, we were always busy with everyone; this was our first time alone.

He backed me up against the wall and deepened the kiss. I stood on my toes to reach him but it was pointless because he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his body. He led us over to the couch and set me on it lightly and laid down with me, his body was on top of mine as his hands gripped my shirt. I rocked my hips against him and held his close.

“Wait.” He mumbled out. “We can’t do this here.”

“I know.” I was kind of out of breath.

“But we can do this.” He smiled and kissed my neck.

His teeth grazed my skin giving my goose bumps. Every few seconds he would pull back and let his breath hit my neck, which made me shiver but want him more.

“Zayn…” I almost moaned out.

“Hmm?” He asked looking down at me with a smirk.

“We cant do this either.” I admitted.

“And why not?” He asked in a joking tone.

“Because we can’t go all the way so this is just a tease.” I wanted him so badly but I couldn’t say that, I didn’t want to wait and him teasing me was killing me.

“You’re teasing me too.” He complained looking down at my body.

“How?” I laughed.

“Your jeans make your ass looks amazing, that shirt covers just enough to make me want more and damn it, you have the perfect body. Can you get any more sexy?” He asked in all seriousness. “Plus you have yourself wrapped around me.”

“Dude, you are so ugh!” I grabbed the bottom of his shirt. “You have that look in you eyes that makes me want you so much.” I blurted out without really thinking.

“I didn’t even know you thought about stuff like that.” He sat up with wide eyes.

“Did I say something wrong?” I didn’t understand what was happening.

“No, I just didn’t know you thought about that. Your like a freaking actress, I can never tell what your thinking so this is shocking.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to a sitting position.

“That’s all I think about with you. I should make it more obvious but all I want is you.” Saying that scared me but I knew that I needed to say it. “We get along really well and I like you a lot.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“I want you too.” He smiled. “Can I be completely honest?”

“Of course.” I answered looking into his deep brown eyes.

“I like your personality, love your sense of humor and am completely intoxicated by everything you do and your body is so fucking tempting.” That was the first time he’d really cussed with me. “When we’re out in public all I want to do is take you away and be alone with you.”

“I know what you mean, it’s hard to keep my hands off of you.” I touched his chest and looked up at him. “That’s why it’s so hard for me to switch to this, I’m used to not being able to do anything so it’s a big change.”

“I understand.” He nodded.

“And I’ll really try to say how I feel more, I know I kind of suck at that.” I shrugged. “I’ve never been able to say how I feel and I’ve always been told to keep it to myself so it’s a habit I need to break.” I had never admitted that to anyone so I was completely vulnerable.

“You can say how you feel with me.” He was so cheesy but I knew he really meant it.

“Thank you.” I leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly before standing up.

“Where’re you going?” He asked as I pulled him to his feet.

I didn’t answer; I just kept walking to the recording room. He looked confused when pulled out my phone and grabbed my headphones.

“Carly.” He said as I looked through my music on my phone. “What’re you doing?”

“I want to record something.” I finally found the song I wanted. “Will you record it for me?”

“Sure.” He smiled.

I walked into the little room and closed the door before sitting down on the stool. He was watching me as I put on of my headphones in and adjusted the microphone. I gave him the thumbs-up and pressed ‘Play’ on my phone. Instantly, I heard If you told me to by Hunter Hayes, I moved along to the beat until the words came. When they started, I sang them into the microphone.

When the song ended, I stood up and watched Zayn turn the switch off. I walked out of the recording room and sat down next to him.

“That was great, I’ve never heard that song.” He was smiling.

“Thanks. I love that song.” I paused the next song and locked my phone.

“We should probably get going.” He stood up and reached out for my hand.