"Sir? Sir...?"

Zayn blinks, gaze snapping from his wife to the surf instructor. "Huh?"

"Are you taking part in the lesson too, sir?"

"Oh," Zayn shakes his head, "no."

Stevie in a bathing suit would be the death of him.

He's decided.

"No. No, I'm not."

"What?" Stevie exclaims, folding her arms and pushing up her breasts in her small, red bikini. "You took a swim class in college, man. I know you can do this."

"I'll sit and watch you," he replies, squatting and patting the sand, eyes trailing down her dark skin as it glistens--like, actually glistens--thanks to that oily sunscreen beneath the sun. "Right here. Not in the ocean."

She rolls her eyes. "You're so embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" He asks. "Not really the word choice I would use, but--"

"But?" And Stevie laughs aloud, turning back to the instructors. "Excuse my husband," she says, "but if I can't get him wet," she pulls on her bikini straps, tightening her top, "I guess no one should be able to."

And as the instructors burst into laughter, Zayn can't help but shake his head as all of the young surfers crowd around her, teasing her, engaging her for more.

That was another thing that hadn't changed.

Stevie.

She'd always been like this.

Lovable.

She was as easygoing and pleasant and likable as one could get. People flocked to her, and she looked after them just as they gravitated to her.

Her beauty on top of her effervescent personality only made her more desirable.

Zayn is starting to ignore the cameras.

More or less.

Because everywhere he goes, he's mic'd.

So, he isn't going to come out and say this, but he felt like he had to fight for her attention in college, and now...now, even on their honeymoon he's not feeling how every one of the young men around her has hands in places they shouldn't, as they laugh with her, showing her how to put on a wetsuit and lay correctly on the surfboard and get back up and not drown and blah blah blah.

"Alright, I'll come."

Stevie looks up from the boards stacked on the sand. Her eyes widen as she smiles, "Seriously?"

Zayn grins, pleased by her reaction and equally pleased by the way Chad or Connor or whatever-his-name-is helping her into a wetsuit has taken his hands from her--his wife's--thigh.

"What can I say?" He shrugs casually, eyeing the instructor. "You've convinced me, Stevie."

"Something about that seems like a lie," she grins, "but, okay. I'll take it."

Zayn does not want to surf.

And that is made glaringly apparent as he fumbles into a wetsuit and Stevie continues to laugh at him. 

But, more than anything, Zayn decides he's over this show.

Well, he's over the process of being on this show.

Because after a shitty surf lesson, where sand gets into his eyes and in his hair and up his ass, he, and he alone, has to rush off to the hotel with the crew to meet with the producer for his close-up interview.

And despite knowing that everyone went through the one-on-one interviews, it didn't make Zayn feel any less uncomfortable.

"So, Zayn...."

The crew adjusts his mic and the cameras and the boom.

"Close-up time," the producer smiles. There's a bright light in Zayn's face as they adjust the plain grey background behind him in their make-shift studio in the ballroom of the hotel. "How's the honeymoon been so far? How's married life been so far?"

"Well..."

"Just start talking. Go."

Zayn chuckles nervously. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say--"

"Well," the producer asks, "how's the vacation?"

"Oh," he nods.

See how boring he was? See how boring he was when it came to his relationship with Stevie?

"S'good, actually," he nods. "We're...we're uh, having fun, yeah?"

"Sounds like you don't exactly mean that."

"Oh, I mean it," he nods. "I mean, Stevie and I've known each other before, actually, so--"

"Right," she nods. Molly was her name. The producer. "You two have had a relationship prior to this, correct."

"S'what I said."

"So, tell us about that, Zayn," she crosses her legs at the knee, leaning towards him. "Tell us about your relationship before with Stevie."

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By the time Zayn  finishes that shit, he meets Stevie for a late lunch. They spend the rest of the afternoon in the hotel. 

"I pick the next activity," he mutters, throwing off his damp clothes and slamming the door to their hotel suite.

"Sure thing," Stevie nods. "What do you have in mind?"

"I--" He pauses, shaking his head. "I don't know yet--"

"Right," Stevie laughs again. She'd been laughing at him all day. "Of course you don't, Mr. Killjoy."

"Whatever it is," he shrugs, "it'll be relaxing."

"My ideas have been relaxing!"

"No," he replies, "Your ideas have all been outdoorsy and shit. I'm trying to ride on a yacht. Chill. Tan."

"Well, I still wanna hike..."

Zayn groans.

"C'mon, man! Live a little. There are no volcanoes in Miami. When will you ever get to do this again?"

"Yeah, but if you wanna die I'm sure there are plenty of ways to do that in Florida--"

"Okay, I'm gonna ignore this," she replies. "Thank you."

"Hey," he strokes his beard, smirking, "That was a pretty good one if I do say so myself."

"Anyway," she bats her lashes, fighting a smile at his squinty-eyed laugh, "I wanna go snorkeling. The beaches here way cleaner than the ones at home."

"Okay, so next time you wanna take a fucking swim in the ocean," he shakes his head, "count me out."

She groans. "Come on, Zayn..."

"Hell no. I've had sand in my ass all day, Stevie--"

She giggles. "You're ridiculous."

"--So, I'd like to not repeat that ever. Goodbye."

"But, Za--"

"I said goodbye."

She tumbles onto the bed, laughing. 

And as Zayn grabs clothes to shower, he can't help but smile at the image of her writhing on the bed. Her laugh was always one of his favorite things. 

In ways, it still kind of is. 

He was hoping, as the days progressed, and he was hoping, as they delved deeper into this relationship (again), they could get back to that discussion they'd begun on the beach. 

"What if she just never tells me? What if...What if that closure you'd been on about, what if I just never get it?"

"You're overthinking things," his father had explained over the phone, just that morning. "You haven't seen her in ages, Zayn--"

"Exactly," he stresses. "So, why--"

"So, let things happen. You didn't force things the last time 'round, did you?"

Zayn mutters childishly, "No."

"So? Don't do it now. She'll come around eventually, son."

"What if she doesn't?"

"Zayn," his father replies, "She'll come around."

Zayn couldn't help it. 

He wanted to know when. 

He really wanted to talk. Because like, they'd mentioned Miami. They were both going back to Florida, but where would they stay? Would they move in together? Would they live at his? Would they live at hers? Where exactly was she staying now, anyway?

There were too many unanswered questions for his liking. 

Call him childish, but he wanted her to come around now. 

But, as she stretches out onto the bed, still in her bathing suit, he settles for this easy moment they share now. 

"Whatever," she smiles. "Now hurry up and shower so I can get in."

"You know," Zayn begins casually, "you can always join me."

And Zayn only feels slightly comfortable saying these words because the mic's have been taken off at his request--he's told producers he and Stevie were "exhausted from surfing" and were "going to lie down," although that shit was a complete lie.

Stevie blinks once, and as for a brief moment her cheeks flush and her lips part and when she crosses her legs, he knows he's at least affected her--she's not as calm as she attempts to let on. 

"I don't think I wanna watch you wash the sand out of your ass," she replies, and he barks out a loud laugh. "But, thanks."

"Fine," he shrugs, watching her giggle as she lifts her magazine and flips through the pages. "You're missing out, babe."

She hums. "I bet I am, Sandy Cheeks."

"I--" He chokes, "Shut the fuck up."

"Do not pretend like I didn't nail that shit," she laughs harder. "Because I nailed that shit."

"Yeah, yeah. Still doesn't make you funny."

She rolls her eyes. "Go shower, Zayn."

The words are on the tip of his tongue: Can't unless you join me, babe.

He licks his lips instead, "What's the column?"

"Oh," she laughs. "Nothing--Please go shower."

He deadpans. "What's the fucking column, Stevie?"

She slides him the open magazine. "Sex."

And he doesn't know why all of a sudden he's feeling hot, staring at cartoon drawings of very different, yet very specific positions, but he is.

It's the thought of Stevie showering with him. 

Or the visual of her across those white sheets in that red bathing suit. 

5 Extra Romantic Sex Positions You Need to Try Immediately.

Because now, fuck--now, Zayn's thinking about what it would be to try each and every one of these out with his wife.

He wets his lips. "Oh."

"Why I didn't tell you," she snorts, rising from the bed. And she's still in that bathing suit and he's still turned on and Zayn is staring at her limbs as she crosses the floor.

"You--" He inadvertently wets his lips again. "Y'still could've told me."

"Mhm," she hums, raising her arms to pull all of her hair into a bun. "I'm just reading, Zayn."

"I know..."

"Trying to pass the time of you not showering."

"Very funny..."

"So don't go getting all frazzled and uncomfortable, okay?"

"I'm not--"

Her pursed lips shut down that statement; she already knew it was a lie.

"Look," he clears his throat, "I'm not uncomfortable, okay? I'm just..."

She laughs, scoffing. "Just what, hmm?"

"Just," he makes eye contact and holds captive her gaze--he's not uncomfortable with the material, but he's sure as hell uncomfortable still in these board shorts. 

He shrugs, "Just wondering when you'd want to try some out," he taps the magazine, enjoying the way her eyes widen.

The script's been flipped.

"What?"

"Yeah," he nods. "Like, says here there's five? Like a challenge, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"So?" And brushes past her, finally heading towards the bathroom. "It is our honeymoon, innit?"

She nods, goosebumps rising along her skin. 

And so he grins, "Feel's like we oughta pencil in our Day 1."

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