Viscount In The Rose

*Third Person P.O.V*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGwtXfIH3bc

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Wednesday July 6, 2016 approx: 4:45 p.m.

Zayn was up now, sitting diagonally at his desk from the sleeping girl in his bed who just an hour earlier was holding him peacefully in her arms. He had gotten up to shower briefly, trying his best not to disturb Violet, he knew no matter how much of a front she put on that she was still mortally exhausted from all the work she had done these past couple weeks. She would never admit it, but he knew her, maybe even better than he knew himself at times. She deserved to sleep in, but he still found himself beginning to contemplate waking her up, but she looked so peaceful and exhausted that he found it hard to find it in himself to do. But, to be fair, it was almost five and realistically she had slept in long enough.

After a few more moments of contemplation, he clasped his tattooed hands around the grey sheets covering Violet, he knew if he pulled them away that it would wake her up, but it also opened up the view for him to see what she was wearing. Not that he was perverted, he was just genuinely curious, he, unlike many other men she had relationships with, was actually quite the gentleman.

He finally snatched the sheets away after contemplating again whether he should or not for a few minutes, disturbing her to a sitting position, the bun that he remembered being in her hair had fallen and her blue hair was now cascading in thick waves down her back. He always made fun of how often she changed her hair color from black to blue and vice versa, this was at least the fifth time it had been blue and he found it quite funny how she only bothered with two hair colors.

He smiled at what she was wearing when the covers were finally out of the way, one of the t-shirts from his merchandise website with his name stretched across the chest and a pair of fade-out silk shorts. He loved that she sported his music merchandise so often, it made it known that she was proud of him, something he found to be very important and thoughtful of her.

"That was mean you know." She said rubbing her eyes.

"I've been trying to figure out a way to wake you up for a while now, that is not the meanest I could've done." He said, moving from the desk chair to sit in front of her on his bed, the bed that technically was now theirs. She still had her apartment in Los Angeles, but she honestly spent more time at his house then she ever did at her own.

"You could've shook me awake, like a normal person or called my name, once again like a normal person." She laughed, playfully punching him in his left shoulder. He grabbed his shoulder almost instantly and played it off like she had actually hurt him, hoping that she would believe his tomfoolery.

"Now come on now, there's no way that hurt." She said, her eyebrows raised. He had a muscular body, one that she had to admit, she was dying to touch, but the point being that there was no way her frail little hands could've done any damage to a man like him.

"It did though, I think you should kiss it, make it feel better." He pouted, pulling her close to him by wrapping his long arms around her waist.

"I don't think so Z." She said, leaning her head into his chest and her arms wrapping around his frame as well.

"I got a call from Frank earlier when you were still sleeping." He commented, now running his fingers through her hair, adoring how soft it was on his fingertips.

"What about?" She replied, he could feel her forehead rise in curiosity against his chest.

"He's hosting a party tonight for RCA, he wants you and I to be there."

"That's kind of annoying." He laughed at her statement, it never failed for her to say exactly what she had been thinking especially when it came to events that had to do with Frank.

"Sort of, yes, but it could be fun, your brother is going to be there too."

"I kind of just wanted to be with you all day, like we planned this morning. No offense to Aaron, but I do realistically see him almost if not every day." She was pouting now, her bottom lip stuck out at him.

"Me too, but we have plenty of time together this weekend and next, I promise."

"Alright, since I have no choice in the matter, what do you suppose I should wear to this party then, Malik?" She often called him by his last name, Zayn could never figure out why, but it didn't bother him any, it made him happy that she was familiarizing herself with the surname he hoped she would have in their distant future.

"A tomato suit would be appropriate I guess, I've seen your wardrobe."

"So the shortest shorts I own and red stilettos?"

"Sounds about right to me."

He actually did love the way she dressed, she kept it classy while always showing enough skin to be sexy although he was convinced that she could even make that tomato suit he joked about look stunning. Some of her clothes were more classy than others and some showed a bit more skin than he wished she would, but he enjoyed showing off what he had to those around him. He liked to let people know that he had the most beautiful girlfriend there was to offer as he thought.

He liked to brag about her as well, not in the egotistical asshole way, but where he could openly talk about how proud of her she was. When they met six years ago, when he was still in One Direction and she was the arm candy of his once best friend, Louis Tomlinson, she was a model. Now, she was finally making it somewhere in the music industry and after years of hard work, her own debut album dropped just a month ago was topping charts all over the world. He was more than proud of her and more than happy that he got to share in the joy that came with her doing what actually finally made her happy.

He watched her get up and head towards the washroom, guiltily eyeing her ass as she disappeared from his field of vision, he scolded himself for doing so, but in hindsight it was only for a couple seconds before she fully disappeared behind the door.

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After twenty long minutes of waiting, Ash finally exited the washroom, Zayn practically now drooling over how stunning she looked, but he managed to stand to his feet anyways to rush to her and embrace her in his tattooed arms. Her pink lips seemed to be almost taunting Zayn as he admired how similar their style was, grungy, but she had unfortunately smothered her lips in lipstick.

"I'd kiss you, but I'd get lipstick on myself." He laughed, pulling her closer to him, throwing her now straight blue hair over her shoulder to expose the pale flesh of her neck that he wished he could cover in his teeth marks. He knew she'd scold him if she knew what he was thinking about her.

"It's only pink, love and besides it's matte." She retorted, her hands gripping his biceps as he leaned in closer and closer to her so that the space that was between them no longer existed.

"It's too late now." He mumbled, his lips now showering her neck in the most adoring of kisses. She didn't want him to stop and quite frankly if they didn't have to be somewhere in a hour and a half she would probably let him do to her whatever he liked.

His kisses began to get more rough as he started to nibble and nip away at her skin, which she found more than delightful, but she knew it had to stop soon because she was beginning to feel a twisting within her stomach and a burning between her thighs.

"Zayn, honey, you're going to give me a hickey."

"Are you opposed?"

"Well, no, not really, but the people around us would be."

The last statement she made, made him jump away from her quickly, wiping his saliva off of her neck as he did so. He hadn't thought about his plans to visit his family this weekend and the party they were too attend soon when he was buried in her peachy scent and her soft skin, but, shit she was right.

"I can be all yours another time."

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" He stated as he innocently Eskimo kissed her, his hands on the hips that essentially drove him wild.

"Get it all out now, darling. You know Louis is going to be there and let's not give him an aneurysm."

"But, you're mine now." He said, playfully growling and maybe if Violet hadn't been thinking about what she was going to say next she would've caught on to the sexy noise he had made at her.

"Things between him and I may not have worked out, but the feelings are still there Z, I still love him." She mumbled at him, cautiously hanging her head as if she was shameful to admit she still loved Louis, but she couldn't lie to Zayn. He meant too much to her.

"I understand dear, Gigi and I are quite similar. I do want you to know though that I am crazy for you." He knew as soon as those words left his mouth that Violet was conjuring up a way to make fun of him for it, he could already see it in her mischievous grey colored eyes.

"And I, you, fucking sap." She giggled, Zayn enclosing her in a tight hug, also laughing at what she had said to him.

"We better get going soon, Frank might get his trousers twisted if we aren't there soon." He replied, his hands in the back of his own trousers fishing for Violet's car keys.

"You're right, have you seen my-." He cut her off by holding the keys up in front of her, knowing that that was what she was going to ask for.

"Your keys?" He finished, a smirk playing devilishly on his lips as he looked down at her.

"You've got to stop, you're driving me mad." She smiled, taking them from his fingers and kissing his cheek gently as to say 'thank you' for all the times he has made up for her frequent forgetfulness.

"I would stop if I didn't think you were going to lose your head if I did." He chuckled as he ruffled her hair a little, continuing to laugh now at the fact that she was a whole head shorter than he was, for such a small girl, he was surprised she used to be a model.

"You're probably right. Scratch that, you are very right." Violet stammered, smiling up at Zayn before kindly turning her back towards him and heading towards the door where outside the car of whom's keys often were lost sat.

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