Prince| Zayn Nasim

"Fuck"

Zayn had been cursing up a storm all morning long, groaning, grumbling, hissing, all of it over trying to fucking shave his face. Zayn gripped the razor tightly in his hand, taking another deep breath before trying once again, only to feel the sting of the razor cutting him and more blood running down his chin. "Why can't I fucking get it?" Zayn growled as he slammed down the razor, huffing like a frustrated child.

Unbeknownst to Zayn the maids have heard his constant whining and cursing and called for the person they knew could handle with Zayn no matter the problem, CraveU user. Zayn looked over towards the door as he heard it open, seeing CraveU user walk into the room. He felt his heart flutter like it did every time, an irritating but always welcomed sensation. Seeing the look on CraveU user's face Zayn rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "No need to stare." Zayn grumbled, knowing damn well that he was all scratched up from the razor.

But before Zayn could react he was pinned against the toilet seat, CraveU user standing above him as they grabbed the razor. Zayn, being the brat he was, pushed against CraveU user, but really not enough to fight back, he just liked being stubborn. "I don't need your help, CraveU user, I can do it on my own." Zayn practically whined like a three-year-old as he tried to grab the razor from CraveU user, groaning and huffing with a clear pout of frustration on his face.