We've Got A Bit of Love/Hate

Tayler Moore is a normal, well if you consider an awkwardly built 6'0 tall blonde with blue eyes a normal girl. Tyler is still trying to figure out how to be comfortable in her own skin while juggling three sports at a time and keeping her grades at a B average. Of course when her Boarding School suddenly has to combine with the neighboring all-boys academy to become a co-ed school, she has another thing coming. On top of all of that, she has to deal with the pompous, vain jerk of a jock, Zayn Malik. And it just so happens, he has a hidden talent. One that both he and Tayler share.

Join Tayler and her Love/Hate filled life with Zayn and experience, bad dancing, amazing voices, sports, and a special someone. These two will endure a lot. And its all thanks to four other boys and four girls who help them along the way.

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18. A+ an Sex Hair

Tayler's POV

I sat on my window seat, fondling my necklace and staring at the orchard. Right now I was craving a sweet apple from those trees, but the counselors would be here soon.

I looked down at my necklace and smiled. Zayn really knows how to make a girl happy. I sigh and lean back. I can't believe he climbed up the wall! I was so worried about him earlier, I know he left and when he wasn't in class all day, I didn't know what to think.

I was worried. That's for sure. I heard a quick knock on the door and I opened the door to see two counselors standing with clipboards and pens. I motioned for them to come in. They were both dressed in black pants and grey sweater vests. The tall one had long blonde hair that went past his ears, and the short one was a little chubby and had a buzz cut.

"And where are the other girls?" The tall one asked.

"They're in the entertainment room" I say. He nods his head and clicks his pen, then scribbles some things on the clipboard.

He walked around the room, inspecting the beds, the bathroom, and the little kitchen-like room we had that we only really used to make tea or coffee. Sometimes I made breakfast when one of the girls was sick and wouldn't be coming to class.

"A+" he says and the two men leave. I sigh in content and slump back into my window-seat, holding my favorite book. I look out over the orchard and my apple craving doubled.

I hopped up and sprinted to the elevator. As the elevator flies down a few levels, I realize I forgot my keys. Oh well.

The elevator opens and I run out to the meadow. I look at all of the apple trees in the meadow and find the juiciest red apple. I pluck it from the branch and decide to walk around. I bite the apple and it crunches in protest.

The crisp, cool, sweet flavor entices me and I take another bite. I finish the apple and toss the core into the still water of the blue pond. I watch the ripples glide across the surface. My hand finds its way to my necklace once more and I sit down, and play with the wheat.

My favorite part about this meadow, was in the spring, when all of the flowers bloom and the colors become somewhat overwhelming. I would sit out here for hours, and dance around in the flowers.

I hear someone clear their throat. I gasp and whirl around.

"Hey Princess" Zayn says.

"Hey" I say and smile softly. He grabs my hand and clutches it tightly. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles at me, staring straight into my eyes.

"You know I love you right?" he says.

"No..." I trail off. He pouts and I kiss his lips.

"Of course Zayn, you know that I love you too." I say and smile.

"You have to prove it" he sings.

"How?" I ask . He bites his bottom lip. He points at his lips and looks at me innocently. I roll my eyes and kiss him, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles into the kiss and places his large hands on my waist.

I moan as he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip and I open my mouth. He tastes like mint and smoke. I hate how he smokes, but it turns me on, the smokey taste that I get from his kiss. I arch my back and press myself into his body and he growls.

I run my hand through his hair and use the other to tease him, by tickling the back of his neck. He holds back a chuckle. He pulls away and kisses the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then my neck and my collarbone, his lips somehow never leaving my skin.

I lean my head back, exposing the whole of my neck to him. His lips linger over my collar bone and then he makes his way back to my mouth and kisses me one more.

I pull away. "You've been smoking again" I say.

"I may have pinched a fag or two when I was in town" he says nervously. I smack the back of his head.

"You should just do cigars, it's the same taste but it's not addicting an it's not as bad for you" I say. He rolls his eyes and I pout.

"Pleasse?" I whine. He sighs.

"Fine" he replies. He kisses me on the lips again.

"God I can't get enough of you. Did you eat and apple?" he asks. I chew on my lower lip.

"Maybeeee" I trail off.

"Apples are my favorite" he says and kisses me again.

I sigh and smile into the kiss, I feel him smirking at me. I pull away and lean against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He nuzzled his face in my hair. I smiled inwardly.

"Were going to get caught" he mumbles.

"You know what? Who cares? Let's just live in the moment." I say. He pulls back and pecks me on the lips.

"You know it's five in the morning right?" he asks. I groan. Maybe that's why I'm SO tired.

"Okay, let's go to bed" I say. He walks me into the school dorm areas and drops me off at my room.

"Goodnight Zayn, I love you" I say.

"I love you too" he says. He leans toward me and kisses me softly on the lips. I lean against the wall and Zayn follows. He presses his body hard against mine. My heart pounds and I moan. My hands find their way to his hair and they get tangled as I grip it and tug softly. He grids his hips against mine and I gasp.

He smirks and I smile, his tongue starts to explore my mouth. He pulls away with soft kisses and rests his forehead on mine.

"Goodnight" he says winking, then walks away.

"Tease" I mumble, then knock on the door.

"Ya?" a voice comes from the other side.

"Open up I forgot my keys!" I shout/whisper. Jordan opens the door in her pjs holding a cup of coffee. She smiles.

"Nice sex hair. Mind telling me about your night with Zayn?" she asks. I blush heavily and go inside.

Zayn's POV

As soon as I got back to my room I throw peel off my jeans and t-shirt from my trip into town earlier that day. Well, i guess the day before considering it's 5:30 in the morning. I put on a fresh pair of boxers after showering and a pair of sweats. I go into the mini-kitchen and flick on the lights.

"Where were you all night?" a voice asked. I jumped about a mile in the air and looked to see Liam leaning against the counter, a hot cup I tea in one hand, and a smirk on his face.

"Umm" I say at a loss for words.

"I take it you fixed everything?" he asked. I nodded my head.

"Just be glad I'm not Niall" he says. I nod my head and smile.

"I think that I'm going to quit smoking." I tell him. His smirking face turned into a soft expression.

"Really? What changed your mind?" he asked.

"The girl that I love" I say.
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