Pretend It's Ok

Melinda had awoken from her sleep. Comfortable sleep. The melodic sounds of Zayn singing filled the whole entire flat. Melinda felt a jolt of electricity fill her chest.

Zayn's voice aways did that to her. She would constantly hear One Direction play on the radio, but nothing compared to the real thing. Zayn's voice was something that couldn't be imitated by just anyone. When she felt upset or if Zayn upset her, he would sing to make her feel better. He knew just the right things to say - or in this case sing - to bring forth a smile on her face. Melinda's grin was admired by him. He loved it. He adored it. Hell, his wallpaper background for his phone was of her blushing downwards smiling, because Zayn was singing to her.

He loved capturing her at unexpected moments. Zayn, at a point, had been infatuated by the little things Melinda would do. Whether it be around the house or just habits she's always had. He studied her 'OCD' habits as well. Melinda never liked when the bed sheets were tossed around, TV was being played while no one was watching, open cupboards and drawers or the if her alignment of shoes...weren't aligned correctly. With Melinda everything had to be tip top.

She stretched her arms outwards yawning. Melinda's eyes suddenly widened like saucers at the sight before her. The room was a mess, the shoes out of whack, the drawers wide open and the TV was on. She rolled her eyes noticing that Zayn's side of the bed was still neat. That meant that he hadn't slept the night with her. Zayn had gotten what he wanted and just gone to the bathroom only to fall asleep outside in the living room.

She sighed pushing aside all the white bed covers. Warm covers. Her bare legs met the cool air and she quickly darted to one of the opened drawers to get some sweats. Melinda had almost tripped over Zayn's black Nike's. Cursing him out under her breath, she grabbed them off the floor and neatly placed them back into the closet. Melinda had turned around to get the pants she so desperately desired when another shoe was found hiding under his shirt. His shirt that was thrown on the floor.

Melinda bent over grunting, "Its like picking up after a little kid, wallah (another way of saying 'I swear', but in Arabic)."

Once she got up she felt a warm presence behind her. Zayn. Melinda rolled her eyes as he grabbed the shirt from her grasp, "There's my shirt!" He whistled placing it on the edge of the bed, "Couldn't find it earlier."

"How could you, when the room is a mess like this?", she calmly stated gathering all the other clothes that were on the floor. "Look at this!", she shook the jeans in her hands. "All of this! You can't look for an item of clothing neatly?"

"Why you making a big deal out of it?", Zayn ran his fingers through his hair.

"Because you're not the one cleaning it!!", she retorted folding the pile she had made.

Zayn huffed in annoyance putting the black v-neck with ease, "Why are you complaining? It hurts my head."

"I'm so sorry that it hurts your head, princess.", Melinda spoke sarcastically and theatrically throwing her arms around. "Next time I'll be considerate of your precious gigantic head."

Zayn beamed at her and sat down at the edge of the bed, "Melinda..." She rolled her eyes folding her arms over chest. "Melinda.", he spoke once more looking up at his wife who turned away from him. "Melinda...", he grabbed her hand turning her to face him. Her gaze fell to the tan colored carpet. She felt a tingling sensation fill up her chest as soon as his skin made contact with her's. Zayn pulled Melinda in by the small of her back in between his legs. He lifted her chin so that they were face to face. "Melinda...", he whispered pulling her in by her heart diamond encrusted necklace.

She groaned lightly at how he knew what to do to turn everything around. Melinda turned her face slightly avoiding eye contact again, "What?" She said in a raspy whisper.

Zayn grunted clenching his jaw at her sultry voice - that wasn't done on purpose by the way -, "Why..."

"Why what?", Melinda gazed into his eyes.

Zayn observed the light and gold shades swirl into one another and how her lashes masked over them. He loved her eyes. Zayn adored Melinda's eyes and seen them as some type of doorway into her soul. He could barely contain himself. Zayn instantly cupped Melinda's face reeling her in closer to him. His lips slowly glided against her's causing her to shiver. Melinda closed her eyes taking it in, yet containing herself.

She slapped herself mentally for letting him have his way all the time. Zayn kissed her lightly sending her mind off into places they've never been. His hands lowered and pulled her in closer. Melinda placed her knee on the bed in between his legs. Zayn laid down on his back feeling up her sides and cupping each breast. His tongue slowly entered her mouth entangling with her's. Melinda's hands scanned his chest and higher up to his scalp running her fingers through his tousled black locks. She grabbed into his hair gently tugging on it. His lips smashed into her's forcefully and messily.

Melinda's head was spinning and she did what any woman desperate for her husband's attention would do... She let him in willingly forgetting as to what they were arguing about.

Melinda placed each leg another side of him and pulled him back upwards so that Zayn was sitting in an upright position. His hands were on the small of her back guiding her to grind against him. Melinda's heart rate skyrocketed as he grabbed onto her bottom gently.

His lips kissed Melinda's and again leaving small pecks on her lips. Zayn's mouth moved towards her cheeks kissing them as well. Returning back to where his lips had disconnected, he whispered into a speechless lost Melinda's lips. "Why do you have to be so tempting?", Zayn connected his lips to her's lightly again.

Ugh, marriage...









Gharram had awoken to the harsh sunlight. "Ugh.", she groaned hoarsely. "Who the fuck left the shades open?", she covered her eyes. "Oh my god.", Gharram rested her head on the pillow. "My fucking head is pounding...", she placed her palm on her forehead. "I am never drinking again.", she grunted exhaustively.

"You always say that...", a groggy voice came from behind her.

Gharram's eyes shot open instantly to the deep voice. Her face struck with horror, she slowly turned to where the sound had projected from. There he stood in nothing, but his Calvin Klein's. His torso was bare, his thighs were covered mid-way and his hair was in every which way. Harry scratched his head yawning. Gharram turned back around not knowing what to do. She had looked under her covers and the fright within her escalated. She had been wearing her under garments as well.

"Gramz...", he asked more than said. "Gramz.", he tried getting her attention.

Gharram covered her mouth with her hand with her eyes wider than dinner plates. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably as she whispered to herself. "Oh my god." Her words but a murmur to Harry. He cocked his eyebrow in confusion. "Oh mY GOD!", her voice rose.

"Gharram what's wro-..."

"Don't touch me!", she stopped him barely looking at him.

"Gharram I don't understa-..."

"Don't..", she warned him.

He stared at her not knowing what she had been going on about. He never could read her so quickly. Gharram jumped to conclusions suddenly when the matter was about her. Harry quickly registered what had been going on. Both barely had any clothes, both slept in the same room and both were fairly drunk. Harry's eyes widened finally realizing what she suspected and automatically assumed to had happened last night.

"NO!", Harry flung his arms out her. "No, Gharram I would never!!!", his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

"NEVER WHAT?!", she screamed getting out of bed.

Harry's pulse quickened at the sight of her in her underwear. He couldn't take his off of her and her beautifully slim yet thick figure. He need her to continue or something. Harry junior - or Barry - would soon rise, if his eyes hadn't darted to something else quickly.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!", she pushed him.

"BELIEVE WHAT?!", he screamed back not knowing how to react. "DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I WOULD TAKE AWAY SOMETHING SO DEAR TO YOU?"

"UHHHH.....", Gharram paused dramatically. "DUH! I KNEW YOU GOT ME DRUNK SO YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH IT!", her arms flung around her room.

"YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE. IF ANYTHING, I STOPPED YOU FROM EXCEEDING YOUR LIMIT!", his voice rose causing headaches for the both of them.

Nevertheless, Gharram continued arguing with her hand on her hip, "OH SHUT THE FUCK UP, HAROLD!" She was serious now. "I KNEW YOU DID THAT TO GET ME WEAK ENOUGH TO STEAL MY ONLY BOX OF LIMITED EDITION CAFE FLAVORED TWIX!!"

"I WOULD NEVER DO THA-...", Harry stopped for a minute and thought. "Wait. What?!", his mind was then jumbled.

Her what?

"You head me, Styles!", she placed one hand on her hip.

Harry sighed of relief. He felt a huge weight lift of his shoulders causing a sudden outburst of laughter to erupt from his lips. "Oh my god!", he said in between chuckles. "You thought...", he paused holding his stomach. "But I thought...", his contagious laughter echoed all around the hotel room.

"What?", her arms fell to her sides. "Why are you laughing Harry?", she crossed her arms over her chest. She then realized she was still in her underwear and rummaged for a long shirt. Harry's giggles continued get louder. Gharram then joined him dropping to the floor instantly, "Oh Krishna!!!!!" Which she rarely said on occasion. "You thought...?", Gharram's sides began to hurt from the laughter fit she had with him.

"And here I am freaking out, because you thought I did!", Harry said catching his breath and wiping away the falling tears from all the laughter.

Gharram crawled to where Harry was on the floor catching her breath as well, "Oh come on, Harry. I know damn well that you, out of everyone, would never do something like that to me!" He smiled revealing the dents on either sides of his face. She revealed her's as well, "You're too important to lose that way!"

"I wouldn't ever do that to you.", he sat upright. "You're special to me.", the warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach faded in.

"Let's not forget that that would ruin our strong friendship.", Gharram punched him in the arm playfully. "I wouldn't want anything to do that!"

Harry's heart plummeted deep into the pit of his stomach. As much as hurt to hear those words fall from Gharram's lips, it was true. He liked her more than he should, but keeping it secretly to himself was for the better. It did kill him and he knew it would grow worse with time, but it was something to sacrifice.

"Besides Harry...", she nudged him. Harry's attention was back on her flawless features. Even if her eyes were heavily ringed after a hangover, she still maintained that exotic beauty she was known for. "You fell asleep right after you had gotten onto my bed."

Harry's eyes shot open, "I did?"

She nodded chuckling, "Yeah. I just tucked you in next to me and fell asleep right after."

"Hmm...", he thought to himself and shrugged. "How was your sleep?"

Gharram shrugged as well, "Not bad. Yours?"

"Not bad either...", he got up readying himself by stretching. "...until your roaring like a hungry elephant noise you call snoring set in, then it became difficult."

Gharram's jaw dropped and eyebrows knitted, "I do not sound like that!" She got up after him, "I don't even snore!!"

"You do! You talk in your sleep as well...", he flipped his loose curls out of his face and scratched the stubble on his jaw. "Oh Harry! How I love you so much!", he imitated a girl's voice and stood like Gharram impersonating her. "I wish you were on top of me instead of this blanket!" Gharram squinted her eyes at him with a stern expression. "I should probably run now...", he chuckled half-heartedly.

She nodded in agreement, "I'll give you a head start..."

With that warning, Harry flew out the door faster than a speeding bullet.





"Zayn...", Melinda moaned into his hair as she felt his length grown inside of her. "Oh right there....", she gasped.

He grunted in between kisses he placed on her collar bone. Zayn was on top of her with hand on her back and the other behind her neck giving her support. His thrusts were slow and deep just as she loved it. Zayn knew what he was doing and did she love not having to wait for someone to teach themselves. His dark green eyes met her chocolate ones. His eyes screamed hunger, thirst, lust and want. She wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted.

She wanted to fulfill his desires and on that, she turned him over making her be in control. Zayn loved that she would take control sometimes. Melinda barely showed that side of her and when she did, Zayn ended up more than satisfied. She rocked on him with his hands on her lower backside. He supported her again guiding her to grind the way it would make them both feel the same amount of pleasure.

"Uh Melinda.", he groaned not being able to take anymore of it.

Zayn could feel himself reaching his heights. Melinda sped up wanting to have more of reaction for herself and him. She could feel her walls tighten around him causing Zayn to balance himself on his elbows and work against her. A loud groan escaped her mouth as she felt her insides explode. She could barely hear Zayn cursing at how amazing the sensation felt.

Melinda had grown exhausted to the work she put in. She fell right onto his chest. She didn't even care if the sweat had gotten into her hair or on her face. Melinda was already covered in it. She panted catching her breath as did Zayn.

He ran his fingers through her hair, "I have to go..." His face towards the clock on the bed's side.

Melinda's heart sank, "Do you have to?" Zayn sighed nodding. "When will you be home?", she said running her index finger across his Urdu tattoo.

"I'd say around nine, but I'm not entirely sure.", his voice was hoarse. Just how she liked it. It sent chills down her spine.

"Should I have dinner made when you come home?", she lifted herself off of him to get a better view of his face.

He nodded again yawning, "Yeah." He got up only to lay back down, "You really worked me out on that one."

Melinda chuckled lowering to his face, "Well, that's what happens when you barely see me."

"Maybe I shouldn't be here more often then...", he winked at her kissing her lips forcefully once more. "Okay, I seriously got to get up now before I'm tempted again."



Later that night, the dinner was more on the cold side.

"Where have you been?", Melinda seethed with her hands on her waist.

It had been two in the morning and she waited up all night waiting for Zayn to walk through the door. She made sure the meal she had ready was something hot and eatable for them. Halal (suitable for Muslims to eat) basically. Melinda had dressed up and fixed her hair the way Zayn liked it. She wore a little bit more makeup than usual to impress him and wore her pumps that he adored so much. Yes, Melinda sat there alone at the table with hot food. Yes, Melinda stayed there until he walked through the door. Yes, Melinda ended up eating alone and yes, she did bow her head accepting the fact that he wasn't going to show up like he said.

When he did, Melinda knew exactly what was to expect of him. Zayn walked in with his key card - more like stumbled in - and almost dropped onto the floor. He caught himself - barely - and continued laughing while walking inwards. His hair was a mess, his clothes hung loosely and he smelt of alcohol. 'Fanfuckingtastic', was all Melinda could think at the very moment.

"Chill, mere pyaar!", he slurred taking his jacket off only to throw it on the ground carelessly.

Melinda smiled sarcastically clapping her hands together as if enjoying the sight before her. "And you're dropping shit on the floor?", she rose her voice slightly with a smile.

"Shh.", Zayn signalled with his finger on his mouth. "You're so loud.", he winced. "It doesn't matter where I put that shit. You're going to pick it up anyway.", he shrugged his shoulders smirking at her.

Melinda felt a pang of hurt in her chest from that comment. Maid. Sex slave. Chef. Was that all she was to him? She turned her head the other way avoiding eye contact with him. Her jaw dropped at his statement and how heartless Zayn would become while in his drunk phase. "Wow!", she said under her breath. "Zayn I can't belive you...", she began.

"Melinda!", he interrupted her. "I'm tired!"

"And drunk!", Melinda added to his sentence raising her voice as if scolding a child.

He shushed her again squeezing his eyes shut as if in pain. Well he was in pain. The throbbing in his head refused to leave. Zayn's headache worsened, "Stop yelling! My head hurts."

"Oh, you poor thing!", her voice remained loud to annoy Zayn more.

Zayn knitted his eyebrows together, "You don't know what it's like being me, so stop judging me."

Melinda's brows rose in shock, "The audacity you have..." She huffed and laughed darkly to herself walking the other direction towards her room. Melinda stopped mid-way and continued to rant turning towards Zayn, "...to sit there and be so self-..." Her words ceased abruptly seeing him sleeping on the huge sofa in the living area of the luxurious suite.

Melinda shook her head in disappointment. She did what she had to as wife though. It was her duty. Well... not like this, but she just had too much heart for him. Melinda walked over to where he had crashed, took off his Nike's placing them where they should be, peeling his socks off his feet dropping them in the bin of laundry for the staff to pick up, tucked him in nice and cozy, hang his jacket in the correct hanger and placed a hot rag on his forehead to ease the headache.

Melinda then walked into where the bed was. The bed where both were supposed to be sleeping. Side by side. Hand in hand. Chest to chest. Back to chest. However they did. Melinda slept by herself and tucked herself in as well. She was use to this. This dark celebrity lifestyle. Or that's what she thought until a tear fell when she had closed her eyes to drift off into her sleep.

Melinda could see him through the crack of the door on the couch. His chest was moving up and down. Zayn was snoring lightly snuggled into the blanket. She whispered to herself towards him closing her eyes with the painful feeling in the back of her sockets.

"I love you."

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