More Than Words

I directly I switched my clothes as I picked out the dress I had in my mind all the time we were driving back here. We went out and we were all shocked by how Ginger and we were all in black and white. We laughed so hard as we went down in the elevator and headed to the car:

• Ginger (http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le3dk8gNAj1qfjnaco1_500.jpg)

• El (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m85zbgX1G41rckd4jo1_400.jpg)

• Dani (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4wj7a2UyX1qlbowro1_400.jpg)

• Me (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lysx0wR57i1qbk0rto1_500.jpg)

We went inside as all of the girls squeezed next to their guys and left me no place other than beside Zayn. I sighed and smiled as he twitched me space to sit beside him. I smiled as his eyes were feasting on my appearance. I grabbed his arm and placed it at my shoulder; he smiled because I was playing with his hand like a puppet; mainly I saw his relieve look, because he was allowed to touch me. I looked at Danielle who was already laughing deeply at my action; I giggled silently and looked at a very happy Zayn, who was still staring at me from top to toe. We reached to the Palace Hotel and my eyes blew wide opened when I saw the hotel structure from the outside (http://www.graziadaily.co.uk/pub/21publish/t/travelclub/main-new.jpg).





Zayn grabbed my hand and I gave him a look to emphasize that I didn’t allow him to do this. “Don’t worry; it’s only for the paparazzi waiting outside.” He smiled weakly as he understood my look. I nodded at his innocence and I intertwined my fingers in his as we walked out the limo and glided inside the hotel. We reached to the restaurant inside and I couldn’t control myself because the interior of the restaurant was so breathe taking (http://images.sodahead.com/polls/003601495/5923307292_Fountain_Restaurant_Philadelphia_answer_1_xlarge.jpeg). “Reservation for 10 please.” Liam talked to the receptionist of the restaurant, and he was still holding his girlfriend’s hand. “Right this way Mr. Payne.” The employee smiled professionally and he guided us as we followed his footsteps to the biggest table. Zayn dropped my hand hold and dragged out the chair from its place like a gentleman, as I smiled at him and I sat myself inside.





“Here were are; Nine Hills bottle.” The waiter came with the bottle that was in an ice bucket, and he took the liberty to poor into all of our glasses (http://media.capetowndailyphoto.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/wine_bucket_ice_img_2140.jpg). Zayn looked shocked, since I didn’t say deny the wine being poured to my share; “Don’t worry I have my purpose.” I leaned to his ear and I placed a kiss on his cheek. What can I do I can’t control myself anymore; I really had to do it once and for all. Zayn flushed his cheeks like it was the first time I kiss one of them; I bet he was relieved I am loosening up and making this night easier for both of us.

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