Harry:

"Yup Zayn, are you ready to be punished princess?"

He smirked at me, and I'd say my reaction wasn't the best since I saw myself quick to close the door on his face. It may or may not hit him in the forehead.

But I guess not, since he put his foot to prevent me from closing it, and opened it wider, so I gave up, he was quite strong and I knew it, throwing a heavy table across the room like nothing was proof enough.

"What are you going to do, Malik?" I cowardly asked, as I backed off, hitting the wall behind me.

"I thought I was clear before, wasn't I?" He unbuttoned his shirt, and I hold my breath to watch him take it off, but he didn't.

He flicked his fingers in front of me, and I watched his eyes shine with humour. Is he making fun of me?

So I cleared my throat, "No, you were not clear. And why would you punish me? I haven't done anything wrong." I lied to his face, like a son telling his daddy he doesn't smoke with a cigarette in between his teeth.

But I'm Harry, I can get away with murder for being myself, right?

He laughed loudly, and got closer to me, putting his arms on each side of my body, cornering me.

"Don't lie. I know what happened."

"What? How did..?" I was weirded out like always.

"You danced for other men, with your fiancé in his home, trusting you."

Does he know about the hooking up too? Is he spying on me?

"Zayn, this is an arrangement, don't forget that." I sighed, looking down, and he roughly grabbed my chin, making me stare into his dark eyes.

"But I have rules, and you signed to follow them, or you'd be punished."

"Zayn, you're hurting me!" I let out, and he finally loosen his grip on me.

When he did, I slid under his arms to the other side of the room, trying to get my bravery back, which seemed to be stripped from me, due to how close he was standing.

"You psycho, what punishment? do you think I'm your submissive, and I'd say 'I'm sorry daddy'? Why don't you bend me over your knees for that matter?"

He stood there, staring hard at me, and I kinda felt scared, did I push his buttons?

I mean it's true, he clearly said no hooking up or dancing in the club, but it's not like I'll sneak out everyday, it was just a farewell.

He finally moved, and got closer to stand in front of me.

He moved his hand up, and I felt my heart quickened, my eyes closed shut.

He's gonna hit me.

But I didn't feel a slap or a punch, instead I felt his fingertips dancing on my skin, as he moved his hand up and down my cheek.

I opened my eyes, and I saw the most intense look in his eyes. It made feel awkward, and confused.

Zayn, what you're doing to me.

"Don't do this again, okay?" He whispered softly and I nodded my head in surprise.

"Let's go," he continued, "I wanna take you somewhere."

"At four in the morning?"

He didn't answer, he just grabbed my hand in his, and walked me out the room, while I was trying to match his fast steps. It's like he's taking me for a quickie.

The strip club was still full of life, or half-life since the majority of them were drunk by now.

Whistles and groans were heard when we walked in between people, and I smirked down myself.

But imagine my surprise when I looked around, and people weren't eyeing me, they were looking lustfully at Zayn's torso.

I remember the fucker has unbuttoned his shirt!

I didn't know if I was jealous of Zayn or of the people eyeing him.

But either way, I was angry.

So I walked faster to stand in front of Zayn, and he looked at me questionably.

Slowly, I started to button up his shirt.

He smirked his famous smirk, that would make anyone on their knees in seconds, and said, "What are you doing, princess?"

"Preventing you from stealing my audience." I smirked back and walked in front of him.

He was fast in following me, and he held my hand again.

"I'm interested in stealing something else from you." He whispered in my ear, and I didn't know why I felt excited but nevertheless, I was turned on by what he said.

He opened his car door for me, he waited until I got inside to close it, then he hopped in the driver's seat.

"Nice car." I couldn't shut up in front of this babe.

"I know."

Geez! His ego is bigger than my basket.

"Be a good boy, and I may let you drive it one day."

"Really?!!" I jumped up and he smiled at me, I'll bark if he want me to, just so I can drive this beauty.

"Yeah." He smiled again.

Seems like these upcoming days with Zayn gonna be exciting.

.

He drove and drove and drove, I was about to fall asleep, since he didn't turn the radio on.

"We're here."

"Ugh! Finally. I thought we were going to the Netherlands."

He didn't answer since he was opening the door for me, okay such a gentleman.

It was dark, but I could tell we were in front of a lake.

My heart sank, I know this lake too well, I used to come here all the time with my mummy when I was little, and alone after she passed away.

But why did Zayn get me here?

I looked at him, and he smiled softly, I wonder what's going on inside his beautiful head.

"C'mon." He finally said.

We stood in front of the stone fence that was surrounding the lake.

It was like yesterday when I ate ice cream here or cried my eyes out.

But Zayn surprised me when he jumped the fence to the other side, so he was on the small strand of land between the lake and the fence, and he motioned for me to do the same. Being in this place doesn't help either.

I hesitantly done as he asked, wondering what he got in mind,

I'm still surprised how I was not scared of him murdering me here, you know since he's weird and all.

When I stood next to him, I let out a squeal of shock, when he grabbed my waist gently, lifting me up and sat me down on the fence.

He giggled at my reaction, and I got even more surprised.

"Why are we here Zayn?" I asked as I watched him stand in between my legs.

"Close your eyes and wait for a few minutes."

I did as he said, feeling his hands supporting my back.

A couple of miuntes passed and I kinda felt like crying, I didn't even know why, but it's like my whole life was playing like a movie in my head; especially my worst memories. This place wasn't helping either.

"Open up your eyes, my angel." 

I slowly opened them, and I was blessed with the most beautiful view ever.

The sun was rising, dark blue was mixed with soft orange, while the water was shining like gold under the soft rays of sunshine.

[Something like that but with water lol.]

I didn't feel Zayn's hand on my back anymore, so I looked down, and he was still standing with a smile on his face. His hands resting on my thighs.

"It's beautiful." I let out after being speechless for a minute.

"Yes, you are." He whispered, making me blush.

He jumped to sit next to me, and I looked at him, waiting for an explanation to all of this. 

But instead, he watched the sunrise, silently. And I couldn't help but admire how his eyes were sparkling with the most beautiful shade of gold.

"Zayn, why are we here?" I asked again.

He didn't look at me immediately, but instead, he put his hand inside his jacket pocket, to reveal a black small box. I knew instantly what it was, and I let out a gasp.

He opened it up, to reveal a beautiful diamond ring with an emerald on top.

I looked at him, at his rosy cheeks and trembling lips.

"I.." he bumbled, "I guess this is for you."

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A/N: PLEASE HELP!!! I'M FALLING INTO THE HELPLESS ROMANTIC CATEGORY.

Hope you like it haha

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