Tour Life

Raylynn’s POV

“How do you like the girls so far?” Zayn asked. I stared into his to die for eyes and just got lost in them, forgetting the main question he had asked of me. He smiled down at me and connected our lips for just a second. “How do you feel about them?”

How do I feel about them? They’re nice, but I don’t really know them like that. We’ve only just met. I’ve known the guys for a while now. They were there the day Zayn asked me to be his. I’ve only seen pictures of the girls.

“I don’t know. I’ll feel bad if I judged them before getting to know them better.” I said. Zayn smiled and kissed my nose. I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks and was certain that I was blushing by now.

“That’s what I love about you. You don’t judge people before getting to know them.” Zayn said, pecking my lips before resting his head on top of mine. His hands started tracing my fingers, which left shivers going down my spine. “Do you think we’ll ever get married?”

That question is one that I haven’t thought about yet. I know me and him have been dating almost a year, but that never popped into my head. What was I supposed to say? I love him to death and want to be with him forever.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t we?” I asked him, moving my head so I can look into his gorgeous eyes. “Why would you ask that?”

He chuckled. “I was just wondering. I love you.”

“Love you, too.” I said and kissed his cheek. I laid my head into the crook of his neck and just sat there.

How was this tour going to play out? I’m with them until the last couple weeks of the tour. I heard that Niall’s sister was only coming for South America. That would only leave me here with Courtney and Talia. How was I going to survive this tour?

“Zayn, can we borrow Raylynn for a bit?” A voice asked him.

“Yeah. Just don’t get her into trouble.” I felt his throat rumble from him talking. I laughed and looked over to see Rachel. I connected my lips with Zayn. He pulled me down and deepened the kiss.

“Do that on your own time.” Rachel spat. I smiled into the kiss and went by Rachel, but not too close. She walked me over to where the other girls were sitting, all in too deep of a conversation to realize we came. That’s fine with me.

I sat down but not that close to the group. I fixed my cardigan and put my hands in my lap. They all were laughing about something, but I don’t really know what.

“Raylynn, how long have you and Zayn been dating?” Talia asked.

I really wasn’t expecting anybody to ask me any questions, yet alone about me and Zayn. I thought Zayn would have told them about it. I racked my brain for the answer I knew was there, but didn’t want to come out. Nine months or maybe it was ten. Wait, it was eleven.

“Eleven months. Next month on the eighth will be our year anniversary.” I told them.

“That long? How do you do it?” Rachel asked. I looked at her confused.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Stay in a relationship.” Rachel said.

“Zayn and I just get along really well. We never have any problems.” I said, looking down at my phone. I had received a text from Zayn.

From: Zayn
To: Raylynn
Babe, I miss you. Come back!

I looked around at the girls, who were all staring at me. I bit my lip to hold back a smile. I hope I didn’t give it away that Zayn just had texted me.

From: Raylynn
To: Zayn
Alright. Be there in a sec.

I sent the message and looked up at all the girls. I felt bad having to leave them because of my boyfriend. It feels kind of selfish.

“Zayn needs my help with something.” I told them and got up. I headed out, but I heard somebody say, “Don’t make a mess.”

I blushed and made my way back over to Zayn, who weirdly was sleeping. I jumped on him and his eyes shot open.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“For texting me to come, then I found you sleeping. What kind of boyfriend does that?” I asked, pinching his arm. It felt good that I could be myself around Zayn. He never judged me and finds it cute.

“One that cares and misses you.” Zayn said, attacking me with kisses all over my face. I giggled and pushed him down onto his seat. I love this guy and don’t know what I’d do without him.

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