New Life

Maddie's terrifying past is behind her, she's ready to start a new perfect life with her boyfriend Harry, and best friends Zayn and Louis. She's happy, free, relaxed, and in love. Will a simple mistake ruin everything for her future? Will a simple 5 minuets change her life forever?
*Sequel to 'Remembering Katy Perry'. You might have a hard time following along if you haven't read the first book, so check it out(:*


18. Band-Aides

Not thinking, I just sit and stare at him with my jaw hanging open. Oh. My. God. His body. It's so.. Toned and tan and flawless. He grabs the shower curtain and attempts to cover himself with it and that's when I snap back into reality. 

I drop my eyes and fumble for the door knob muttering my apologies. 

"I'm sorry! I-I didn't know.. I m-mean.. I'm sorry!" 

I finally get a grip on the knob and slam the door shut, feeling the heat rush to my face. 

"Oh my God!" I whisper to myself in a hushed voice. 

I can't believe that just happened! I didn't know! I didn't know he was getting in the shower! But his body.. Damn that boy is fit, to say the least. 

"Zayn? I'm sorry.. Can I come in yet? I need a band-aide.." I tempt, rapping on the door. 

"Yeah, I'm in now." 

I find the cold, silver knob and tentatively open the door. The warm steam instantly hits my face and a tingling warm sensation comes over my body. 

"Hey! Shut the door! I can feel the cold air!" 

I quickly shut the door and lean up against it. 

"Sorry.. Uhm.. Where are the band-aides?" 

"Scattered all over. I gotta know which size you need" he answers nonchalantly. 

I glance down and try to picture a normal band-aide and see if that will cover it. I stare at it for I don't know how long before I throw my hands in the air and grunt. 

"I don't know, Zayn! I can't figure that out! This is why I'm never going to be a doctor" I add to myself. 

He pops his head out of the shower, hazel eyes shining, and looks me over once. 

"Come here" he commands. 

I slowly walk over, a little confused, and stop a few feet away. 


"Let me see the cut and I'll tell you where to find the band-aide." 

I gently pull my hand off my wrist and extend it a little. I guess a normal band-aide would've worked. Maybe.

He grabs it my forearm and runs his finger over the cut, wiping away the blood. 

"I still can't believe you did this.." he mutters under his breath. 

I drop my gaze and try to pull my arm back. 

"It doesn't matter. Where's the band-aide, Zayn." 

He holds on a little tighter and splashes a little water on it. I hiss in pain as the lava hot liquid seeps into my body. 

"Zayn! That fucking hurts!" 

"Sorry.." he mumbles, quickly wiping away the red tinted water. 

"I just.. Band-aides are in the top left drawer."

He changes his thought all of a sudden and roughly closes the shower curtain. Uhm, okay. I shake the confusion out of my head and walk over to the drawer, grabbing the slick handle. 

I rummage through all the junk in the drawer; combs, brushes, hair products, tweezers, skin refreshers, everything but band-aides. 

"Zayn, there's none in here." 

He groans and peeks his head out again. 

"Then try the right one." 

"Zayn. I can not take you seriously with that shampoo Mohawk you got going on."  

He reaches his hand up to the mop of wet hair and bubbles pushed together to form a spiky Mohawk, and messes it up quickly. 

"Like you've never done it! I said, right drawer." 

I crack up and go to walk to the other side, but slip, flailing my arms around and landing hard on my back, feeling my head slam against the floor not long after. 

I gasp for breath, squeezing my eyes shut and try to ignore the pain in my ribs. My cheek finds its way to cold floor as I curl up, waiting for my breath to return. 

"Oww.." I moan, when it finally returns. 

The throbbing in my head starts, strong and not to be ignored. Fuck that hurt. That really hurt. I try to sit up and the world spins. 

"Yeah, I'll just lay here.." I mutter to myself, laying back down on the floor. 

I rest my hands on my eyes, and focus on deep breaths. 

"Did you say something?" Zayn shouts from the shower.

"Yeah. No. I was talking to myself. I fell." 

The shower turns off and next thing I know Zayn is kneeling beside me with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, still dripping wet. 

"Are you okay?" 

I nod, unable to speak. part is right there, inches from my waist and only covered by a white towel. Suddenly the urge to rip the towel off hits me like a brick wall. 

What are you thinking, Maddie!? Harry is right out side in the living room. Harry! Your boyfriend! The boy you love! Zayn is your bestfriend! 

Yeah, but one little peek can't hurt nothing, right? And what about that kiss? There was something undeniable there. 

"Are you sure? You look kind of sick." 

He leans in and examines my face, checking for cuts or something. I don't know, I'm clueless about medical stuff. 

His wet hair drapes over his forehead, leaking shining drops of water that fall across his chiseled jawline, which now is covered in stubble. His thick, black lashes are damp, further defining his memorizing hazel eyes. 

"I'm fine Zayn" I whisper breathlessly. 

This needs to stop. I can not feel like this toward Zayn. No. Its wrong.

He sighs and his hot breath covers my face, making me lose control. Damn it! His lips, just look at them: so soft and kissable. 

He stares at me, inching his face closer to mine. What going on? Is this happening? My breath quickens as I lean toward him, letting my body take control. 

Our warm breath mixes in the small space between us. His hand flies up to my face, gently pushing a strand of hair off my cheek. The soft, plush towel falls off his waist, showing all of him. 

Our lips touch as he slides his body on top of mine. His unfamiliar taste fills my mouth: a mix of cigarettes and something else. Not good but not bad. 

He begins to claw at my clothes, the kiss getting more intense. My hands, glued to his back, push him closer to me. This is so wrong, but it feels so.. right. 

I've never looked at Zayn as anything more than a friend, at least I didn't think I did. Maybe I did, but wouldn't admit it to myself. And Harry? I love Harry, with all my heart. Everybody knows that. 

If that's true though, why am I here getting hot with Zayn? 

He breaks the kiss, only for a moment to rip off my shirt, then continues where he left off. A small moan escapes my lips as he rubs circles over my nipples, getting me excited. 

"Shh!" he hisses, making his way down my jawline and on to my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses. I'm overcome with lust, and all irrational thinking I've ever had leaves my mind. 

I entangle my hands in his hair as he slowly, but passionately kisses my breasts. He suddenly stops, and begin making his way down my stomach, leaving my skin on fire everywhere his tender lips touch. 

He doesn't hesitate tearing off my jeans, leaving me in my panties. 

"Your so fucking sexy.." he mutters against my skin. 

He teases me, tracing my panty line with his tongue, as he slowly begins rubbing me through my panties. 

"God damnit, Zayn! Just fuck me already!" I hiss, breathlessly. 

He peeks he's head up, his eyes full of intense lust, and smiles wickedly at me. 

"What was that?" 

I let out a moan as he slides his hand into my panties, rubbing small, fast circles on my clit. 

"Fuck me, Zayn! Please!!"

His smile turns dangerous as he rips off my panties. 

"Are you sure?" he taunts. 


He pushes himself into me, and I let out a small whimper. Overwhelming pain hits me first, feeling him slowly move in and out of me.

It slowly turns to pleasure as he trusts in and out, harder and deeper every time. I dig my nails into his back, hearing him moan and curse my name. 

I feel my climax start to rise and bite my lip to hold back from screaming. He pushes in deeper and deeper, harder and harder, making me lose focus on everything but the pleasure I'm feeling. 

"Z-Zayn, I'm going to cum" I choke out. 

"Do it, baby" he mutters back, pushing in faster. Thrusts full of energy and passion, I reach orgasm and nearly scream. Collapsing over and over again on him a string of moans and cuss words slip out of my mouth. 

He pushes in a few more times, causing me to whimper because of the extreme pleasure that's engulfs my whole body and mind, he cums, cursing my name again. 

He crushes his lips agains mine, one last time, before rolling off of me. We both lay on the cold tile floor panting for breath. The air around us smells of sweat, Zayn's body wash, and something else, something I can't quite place. 

"Maddie? Where are you?" 

My heart freezes and my blood runs cold. Oh no. Oh fuck! What did Zayn and I just do!? 
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