Red ♥

Red Hair.
Red Lips.
Red Blood.
When Zayn meets Red, he's close to death.
She's his princess in combat boots.
She saves his life, and now she has to pay the price.
Survival101 - Never fall in love with the broken.


9. There's a First Time For Everything

"C'mon, I'm taking you out tonight. It might be ass-freezing temperature out there, but I'm not leaving you here all night." Zayn grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch.

"You've been sat on that damn thing for too long." He pushed a pair of red gloves onto my slender hands, put on my camoflauge coat and handed me his black beanie hat.

"God, this is a fashion disaster, but I still love you." I kissed his cheek before pulling his replica beanie over his face. He laughed before fixing it.

Zayn and I had been going out for a month now, and the rest of the band, and Kammy, had moved back to their apartment. Zayn would be round at my house every other day, and don't get me wrong: I enjoyed his company, but I was begining to enjoy it too much.

When we were all wrapped up, he led me outside and locked the bright red door behind us, walking out into the icy air. The ice on the pavements made Zayn slip and slide about in his converse, while I held him up, laughing.

"I think you look good with blonde hair." he whispered, kissing the top of my head while I tried to keep him on his feet.

I laughed. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." Zayn had put a blond highlight in the front of his quiff which made me giggle - such a gentleman.

"You're beautiful, blond or not." he regained his balance and held my face in his large hands, studying my eyes, my nose, my lips . . . Then he picked me up and sat me back down on a bench, kneeling down to be eye-level with me.

"You're not proposing are you? You should know, I don't do marriages, especially not to famous members of boybands." I ruffled his hair and he grinned at me flawlessly. God, how could I deserve this boy and all he came with? Such a goofball, yet my own Prince Charming.

"No, princess. I'm not proposing, it'd be much more romantic that this, baby. Trust me." he kissed the hot skin of my neck and worked his way up to my jaw, brushing a gentle whisper of a kiss against my lips. It'd been a month now, and he was still holding back - maybe I was giving him the wrong message? So, urged on by my impatience, I pulled him closer by the collar of his coat and kissed him hungrily, my tongue swirling around his. His lips were hot and soft, and so god damn kissable. His hands slipped into my coat, under my jumper and he masaged my back with the tips of his fingers.

"Mhmm. . . " I murmered, an incoherent sound of love and lust. I felt Zayns smile beneath my lips.

"Now you know why I'm always asking you to rub that cream of yours on my back."

I opened my eyes and giggled. "Don't say it like that!" I said, laughing.

Zayn pinched my cold cheeks.

"Well, well, well! Look who's got a mind in the gutter! Go wash your mouth out, princess. Actually . . . I take that back, because if you did, they wouldn't taste so damn good." He hooked his arms 'round my waist and pulled me to him. I wrapped my legs round his hips and he carried me home like a little baby.


Zayn fumbled a little with the keys before opening the door to my apartment, kicking it open and dropping the keys after shutting it, carrying me through to the living room. The moonlight was beaming through the window, casting shadows in the apartment, dancing against the walls and floors. Zayn fell ontop of me, knocking us both onto the couch. The remote control clattered onto the laminate flooring, but I didn't take much notice, my mouth was still glued to his.

I was no longer cold, hot with the passion he was igniting inside me. I took a deep gasp of air before taking off my coat and he took of his. I rolled over so I was lying ontop of him, tearing his shirt open and kissing his chest and toned stomach. I slithered back up to his face and kissed his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. He moaned and I felt triumphant, dominant over him.

"No you don't." he growled, twisting so he was once again weighing down on me. I let my fingers tangle in his hair and let my head tilt back, giving him permission to tease me. He kissed my neck, my collar bone and began pawing at my white shirt. "Not here. . . " I whispered, panting. ". . . bedroom." I gasped and Zayn picked me up, draping my throbbing body over his shoulder. I giggled and he patted my butt, carrying me through to my bedroom. When he threw open the door, I noticed my bedroom looked scarily romantic. Candles were lit everwhere, giving the red satin a beautiful warmn glow. God knows how tempting it was for me to rip his jeans and boxers off right now. He dropped me onto the bed and I giggled before moaning when he nibbled on my neck, kissing it and running his tongue along my jaw. I felt my hips buck underneath him when he pulled my shirt up, his cold hands exploring my body.

Gasping, I ran my fingers through his hair when he kissed my scorpion navel piercing.

"Zayn." I groaned, my body flexing as he unfasted my jean buttons with his teeth. I looked up at my dark ceiling, feeling undeniably happy.

There was a first time for everything . . . right?






So sorry, this was a rubbish chapter in my opinion :/ Hope you're enjoying this! Anyhoo. . . keep reading! I'll update soon my little clovers ;) ~ Patch xoxo









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