Passion (15+)

When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


7. "You didn't let her in? Did you?"

Zayn's P.O.V:


Just every other weekend the boys and I were talking about our 'one night stands', but this time I didn't really feel like talking, laughing and joking about it. Cause I knew that there had been something special about this girl, even though I wish there never had been. Louis and Liam didn't have any 'one night stands', cause they both were in relationships, still they laughed and joked with Harry and Niall, today I just sat on the couch, not really joining them. My mind was somewhere else. Leading me back to last night. 

Her hair looked even darker when it was spread over my white sheets, and her nails were dug into my back, making a satisfied smile dance on my lips. She was moaning my name, while she dug her nails even deeper into my back. I loved to know that it was me who made her feel like that...

I closed my eyes, trying to picture whole the scene, when Niall asked me something, and I had to get away from my daydream. Or whatever you call it. "So, tell me about yours Zayn?" He was smiling, probably expecting something crazy. I just shrugged my shoulders, trying to avoid the question. "Boring?" Harry suggested. "No! Not even close to..." I said, way too fast. "Ooh, tell me about it," Harry was definitely the most perverted of us, and he liked to hear a lot about the details. Liam and Louis just liked to laugh and comment when something weird or crazy happened. "I don't know what to tell you..." I was still trying hard to make him stop being interested in her.  I didn't want to think about her at that moment, I just wanted to forget the sparkles that I felt when we kissed, I wanted her to be like the others. "Why not? Didn't you meet anyone this weekend?" Niall said, trying to make me join in a bit. "Yeah, I did." My answer was still distantly. "Age?" Now it was Niall's turn to be curious.

"I don't know." 

"Whuut?! Hahaha, what do you think? Older or younger?"

"Hmm.. Definitely younger!" I was sure about the fact that she was younger.

"How old?" Harry asked.

"I still don't know..." 

"But what do you think?" He kept on asking, and I wondered if they ever would stop.

"She looked like she was 18, but I could tell by... I don't know, maybe... 17? 16?" 

"SIXTEEN?!" Liam exclaimed. 

"Maybe?" I again just shrugged my shoulders.

"Jeez man! That's quite... Young? What was she even doing in a club?" Harry decided to react like Liam. Hmpr.

"I don't know, guys, she was sweet!" I didn't like them talking about her in a bad way, she was amazing, and I didn't really care about her age.

Name?" Niall saved me by asking another question

"Amanda," I sighed when I could see that Louis was opening his mouth to ask me another question, "Dude, what was so special about her?" He asked, and smiled a bit.

"What do you mean?"

"You know. You're talking about her... in a different way than the others," 

"I am?" I knew that I sounded stupid, of course I was, I knew that. They all just looked at me.

"You didn't let her... In? Did you?", that was Harry asking, and they all turned completely silent. I wasn't much for lying, so I just kept quiet.

"Nonono... Zayn, omfg!" Louis made that 'facepalm' move, and the others were just staring. Until Harry broke the silence, "Don't let her get you! Come on, it's over. She's gone," When hearing someone say it, out loud, my heart shrank even deeper in my chest, making me turn my head to face the floor. 

"Sleep on it, man. You're probably just confused..." Niall was always understanding, the emotional one. 


That night when I crawled in under my thin duvet, that felt more like a blanket, I imagined her like last night, lying breathless, with a pleased smile. I was so stupid, trying to hold on. I was stupid for not just letting go. I just knew that there had been so special about this girl, something that really made me wanna wake up with her by my side tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that day, and the next and so on. I placed my pillow over my head, just hiding away. While mumbling, "Fucking shit...". 

I woke up to the sound of morning birds singing, and a sharp light shining through my window. Today the sun was shining, and before I was really awake, I knew what I was going to do. What I had to do. 





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