Song of the chapter: Never Be - 5 Seconds of Summer

The last two days were as hectic as the first and the heat became increasingly unbearable.

We left on Monday after the weekend's festivities, heading back to New York in the early morning. Mitchell and his band mates had to remain for a few more days to promote their new album and American leg of their tour.

That's why it came as a surprise, a pleasant surprise at that, when he showed up at Min's on Wednesday.

"Pack your bags and leave Min a note saying you had to leave the city for work or something."

"Why? Where are we going? And who's going with us?" I asked him as I began hauling all the universal clothes peeking out of the closet into an overnight bag.

"Firstly, you ask too many questions. It's a surprise," he replied with a wink.

I purposefully bit my lip and in my best femme fatale whisper, I coaxed him into telling me where we were going. "You know I hate surprises."

He placed himself behind me, putting his arms around my waist and he intentionally breathed into my neck, "No amount of seduction will let you in on it."

I was led, blindfolded, to the airport and out of the country. I let it go because I trusted him and loved him enough to whisk me away somewhere, assured that I would be safe and taken care of.

Although, I'd occasionally ask if he was kidnapping me to go live in a jungle somewhere incognito or whisking me away to elope so that I would never be able leave him. Claustrophobia does that to people.

After what seemed like an eternity and a few scary scenarios playing in my mind, I was directed into an unknown world with stifling heat and a pleasant vibe.

"Surprise!" he exclaimed, removing my blindfold. "Happy early anniversary." Our anniversary wasn't even for a few months but I loved how much effort he'd put into this trip.

"Mitch, you really didn't have to do this," I protested, almost speechless.

"Zoe, stop. I know how much you've been wanting to come to Mexico. I took a few days off because I figured why not just bring you here. I hope you like it."

I more than liked it. It had been my dream to visit Mexico especially with the man of my dreams. I shed a tear in appreciation of this surprise and I felt like the most special girl in the world.

So he had been listening all this time, the bastard. I was more in love with him than ever in this moment and I guess he saw it too because he told me he loved me too with perfect timing.

Our hotel was a cluster of little beach front houses on the Pacific Ocean with two storeys. The view was breathtaking and the salty smell of the ocean a delightful aroma.

It was made of glass with panelled mahogany floors and the scent of wild flowers in full bloom by the beach perfumed the entirety of the house.

Dinner was already set up for us when we arrived, served on the soft sand with fairy lights and vanilla candles making the scene very romantic. He pulled my chair like the perfect gentleman and he brought me a small blanket when the cool sea breeze swept over the beachfront.

We were serenaded by men in colourful sombreros playing traditional Spanish tunes which we could not understand but enjoyed all the same.

I laughed at Mitchell's best imitation of them when he was playing his guitar, trying to pronounce the Spanish words as correct as possible.

He even wore a sombrero purchased at the gift shop in the hotel's reception which brought out the green in his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?" he giggled, coming to sit on my lap on the large bed. "Is my Spanish that bad?"

"It's horrible, ha-ha," I replied, laughing at his understatement. He tickled me and we rolled over together, in fits of hilarity. "Almost disrespectful."

"Muchas graçias, senõrita," he replied anyways.

"De nada." I cupped his face and kissed his lips and I could feel him smiling to himself.

"I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get a thank you out of you," he said.

"You did, at the airport," I winked. "Thank you for bringing me here, Mitch. This is one of my favourite places in the world and you're one of my favourite people. I love you."

He simply looked at me, a coy smile playing on his lips and his eyes burning bright with passion. "I love you too." I smiled back at him, flashing my favourite teasing smile to make him want me more. It always worked.

The rest of our night was quiet and all so special, our only form of communication our intimacy - it was better than any sentence we'd ever throw together and it spoke volumes.

A strong gust of wind blew in through the doors opening to the upstairs balcony which knocked us off the bed. We fell with a heavy thud on the cold mosaic floor, causing us to laugh hysterically.

"Thank you, Mitch," I repeated, resting my sweaty head on his bare chest. "I really appreciate this and I love it here. Good job, by the way."

"No, thank you for loving me. It can't be easy loving someone like me, someone who's never there for you," he started.

"Who says you're never here?" I retorted. "You're always here, Mitchell. It isn't easy, but we're still standing. I'm not giving up on you just yet." I kissed his chin affectionately and I took my hand into his. "You're mine, dammit." 

"God, I love you. This is the least I could do to show you how much you mean to me. It also doesn't hurt that we can do it like savages," he muttered, before grabbing the bed covers off of the bed. "We're sleeping on the floor tonight. So get your ass next to me and make me warm."

We cuddled up together, our legs intertwined and his hands around my shoulders with mine on his chest, falling asleep to the lull of the ocean waves.