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"Kendall leave Zayn alone to do his work!" My mother called from the open kitchen window that over looked the backyard.

I was surprised she even knew his name since she didn't think anyone was nearly as important as her. Settling into the lay out chair clad in my bikini I ignored my over bearing mother and continued to bring Zayn into conversation.

"So where are you from?" I asked taking a sip of my lemonade. For some reason Zayn made me go crazy! I felt the need to impress him in all the rights ways.

"Born in Bradford England and lived there until I was five, then moved and have been in San Fran ever since. What about you?" He asked back moving back and forth over the grass with a fertilizer.

"Born and raised here." I answered as I admired Zayn's scruff. There was something about him that made my insides go insane when I looked at him. "I don't plan on staying here though, I want to move to Santa Monica, away from my family."

"Why is that?" Zayn asked a follow up question as I placed my drink down on the side table.

"Did you even listen to my story about the bridge? Not only that but my mom, your boss is always down my throat about anything I do." I confessed getting up from the lay out chair and walking towards the edge of the pool to dive in. The sun was beating down on the both of us and I could visibly see the sweat drip down Zayn's face. "You look like you could use a dip."

"I'm working." He told me arching a brow as his eyes explored my bikini clad body.

"You're due for a break aren't you?" I tilted my head causing my hair to fall down my shoulder and gathering waves. I knew what I was doing to entice him but that was my entire intent. "Come on!" I tip toe ran over to him and grabbed his hand into mine.

"Kendall your mom, my boss would kill me." He worried stopping right in front of the pool. Letting go of my hand as he looked into the kitchen window to see my mother with her reading glasses on reading on her phone at the kitchen counter.

"I'll just say it was my fault." I shrugged with a smirk curling at my lips, "Trust me she will take any chance she can to tell me I am quote on quote "out of control"."

"Are you as out of control as they say?" Zayn asked taking off her red flannel and kicking off his working boots. Stripping down to only his boxers I smiled before answering his question.

"I guess thats for you to decide." I said diving into the water and slicing into the cool liquid. In doing so I heard another splash under the water letting me know Zayn had jumped in straight after me.

Swimming to the surface I pushed my car back out of my face before opening my eyes and seeing Zayn completely wet. He looked ever better in this pool with me and I was starting to lose control.

"Bet ya I can win you in a race across the pool." I swam in closer to where Zayn was shaking water out of his hair.

"One quick race then I have to get back to work." Zayn complied setting himself up against the wall to push off.

"What does the winner get?" I asked him biting my bottom lip with a smile.

"Anything they want." Zayn answered with a smile that was enough to make me melt here in the pool.

Once I called out for the race to begin my legs bounced off the wall as I slid through the water. Making fluent movements all through out the water as I cut through stretching my arm out to touch the other end of the pool. Breaking the surface I opened my eyes to see Zayn with a smirk on his face leaned up against the wall of the pool.

"Took you long enough." He teased me causing me to breath out a smile.

"Well why don't you come claim your prize." Told him walking against the pool floor with my hand sliding against the edge of the pool.

"And what is that?" Zayn asked turning to me as I came and brushed up against his bare chest. I was being extremely forwards with Zayn which was anew thing for me. Normally I would leave them wanting more so they would have no choice but to come back to me but with Zayn it was different.

"Anything you want it to be." Pressing up against his body I felt Zayn's hand move up my exposed back. Coming in closer Zayn moved into me planting a kiss against my lips. Wrapping my arms around his waist loosely I could feel his muscles contract.

Pulling away from the kiss I looked into Zayn's dark chocolate eyes that held so much soul. There was something about him that drew me to him, maybe it was the mystery that lurked behind those eyes.

"You better get back to work." I spoke giving him a wink before walking out of his grasp and getting up and out of the pool. Drying myself off before walking into the house to see my mom still glued to her cell phone.

Going to the fridge and pulling out some apple juice I found a glass and poured a generous amount. Taking a sip before placing the glass down to turn my attention back to Zayn who already had his clothes back on.

"You know darling you should really lay off the sugary drinks. You're getting a bit chubby in the cheeks." My mom came over to the window and pinched one of my cheeks smiling before walking into one of the back rooms.

"What a self esteem boaster Diane!" I called just as she went out of sight. Rolling my eyes I turned my attention back to Zayn who was tending to our garden needs. Smiling as I bit my lip I thought back to a few moments ago when we had shared a first kiss. That had been quicker then I thought.

Who's down for a little race in Queen K's pool? The gardener has no problem taking a break from his mowing and weeding duties!

note// Thoughts?:)