Finley Abbott and Liam Payne were inseparable since they were little kids. Fast forward to 2012- as they finally meet again. This time, Liam and his bandmates are internationally famous and tour worldwide.
Finley thinks she's got all of Liam's mates figured out, all except one. Zayn Malik.


9. if i did other things...

A/N- sorry guys i haven't updated in ages! hope you enjoy this chappie ive been getting a bit of writers block tbh :( much love, KISSES X. sorry this one is a little mature- mostly b/c zayn's a filthy pervert and all you know ;)





   Zayn acted like the couch incident never happened. Half of me was perfectly fine with that, since the thought of us lying against each other with his hand in my hair made me both nauseous and embarrased. The other half was a little upset though, as he continued to ignore me. Maybe I wanted him to act like it had happened rather than shoving it under the rug.

   In fact, the two of us hardly talked when Liam was around, and when he wasn't- he pretended like I wasn't even there.

   "Fin, are you listening?" asked Liam, waving his hand infront of my face. "I'm visiting a friend tonight, are you alright with going to Zayn and Haz's place?" I jerked back, staring at him in shock.

   "What?" I hissed out. "When was this agreed to?" Liam's eyes were wide.

   "I told you the other night, remember?" he asked, concerned.

   "No," I said sharply and he sighed in frustration.

   "Come on, it's just for a couple of hours," Liam argued persistently, "Harry won't be home yet he's still in Cheshire, so it'll just be you and Zayn." Urgh. That thought made me feel sick.

   "Why can't I just stay here?" I demanded. His eyes flashed, before they lowered to the kitchen table we were sitting at.

   "You know I still don't forgive myself," he mumbled, tugging at his collar irksomely. "For letting you get hurt. Even back when we were young and you came to school with bruises..."

   "You don't trust me?" I demanded, cutting across him because the words themselves caused me pain.

   "What if he comes looking for you?" Liam shot back, "And you're home alone?"

   "I don't need a babysitter Payno," I scowled, and he scowled back in return.

   "You really should stop calling me that," he said, before leaping across the table and starting to tickle me. I let out a girlish shriek, trying to fend him off weakly but let's be honest- Liam will always be far too strong to fend off in tickle fights.

   "Stop! No, no- STOP!" I shrieked desperately as his hands jabbed at my midsection. "Liam!" I wheezed heavily when suddenly the two of us froze, looking up to see Zayn standing there, staring at us. He had an apple halfway to his mouth, his eyes reproachful and dark.

   Liam pulled his hands away quickly and I jerkily yanked down my shirt which had ridden up to my stomach.

   "Sorry," Zayn said, not sounding very sorry at all. "Didn't realise I was interrupting a lover's tiff."

   "Shove off Zayn," Liam said with a blush, punching him lightly in the shoulder with a friendly grin. Zayn on the other hand, didn't seem to find anything about the situation amusing, and stalked off with his apple and without another word.




   "I'll be back in a couple of hours," Liam promised as he hovered at the door to Zayn and Harry's place. Just standing here, I could see it was huge. The stairs to the second floor were to my right while the large living and dining area stretched to my left.

   I frowned, glancing over my shoulder at where Zayn was standing in the kitchen, surrounded by his bags and rummaging through his fridge for food.

   "You better be," I muttered grumpily.

   "Come on Fin," he said imploringly, taking my hands in his. My eyes for some reason darted reflexively to Zayn, who all of a sudden looked over. "Just try get along and not to burn his house down. I promise you it'll be fine."

   Once he left, I hovered at the door for a while, not really sure what to do.

  "Well are you going to stand there all night or what?" Zayn spoke up finally and I turned around to see him perched at the counter, squinting at me scrutinisingly.

   "I don't want to be here," I sniped.

   "That's nice," he remarked sarcastically. "I don't really want you to be here either, so I guess we've found some common ground."

   I knew I was mostly to blame for acting like such a sook, but being alone with Zayn made me feel uncomfortable and defensive. So much for a fresh start on the roof. I stomped over and threw myself down onto his sofa, crossing my arms over my chest defensively.

   "So," he said, walking over. He tossed a bag of chips into my lap. "Apparently I have to feed you. There."

   "Thanks," I replied snarkily as he smirked.

   "Why's Liam babying you, by the way?" he asked, plopping down on the opposite end of the sofa and staring at me. The intensity of his stare made me fidget a little.

   "Why did you agree to babysit me?" I shot back.

   "Maybe I'm curious," he replied, shifting a little closer. Urgh god, I thought, pressing myself as far away from him as possible. "You confuse me."

   "Do I?" I asked, embarrassed, looking the other way and avoiding his gaze completely. "Maybe you're just confused by things that you have to think about. Do you think a lot?"

   "At least I know you're still a bitch," he muttered and I whipped back around, furious. He got up from the couch, moving to the dining table as he snatched up his buzzing phone. "Hello?" His honey eyes flickered to me for a second, and I grasped to opportunity, giving him the finger. He scowled and turned away.

   I sat there, with the unopened chips in my lap, bubbling with fury. He was such a dickhead. What did Liam say- that I'd get along with him just fine?

   "Yeah, not tonight," I heard him mutter darkly, "No, I'm busy. I'll call you later. I think I am...I'll check, right? See you." He hung up, setting his phone back down on the table.

   "Who was that?" I asked.

   "None of your business," he shot back, sitting back down and shooting me a look full of spite. "But if you must know, it was Perrie." He said it like I should know or care, but I really didn't. I returned the look warily.


   "Just a girl I know," he replied with a shrug. Probably one of the many chicks he dragged home on occasion to bang. And I was the slut? "Why? You jealous, Finley?"

   Yes apparently we were back to full name basis now.

   "Don't flatter yourself," I muttered, "Are you staying here from now on?"

   "Yep. Why?"

   "Nothing," I continued, "Just relieved we're not living in the same house anymore."

   "Why not?" he simpered, an eyebrow cocked. It was suggestive, but he looked sort of adorable in a way as well. "Are you getting tired of the sexual frustration of knowing I was sleeping just across the hallway from you? Tired of touching yourself at night?"

   My mouth dropped open, but I snapped it tightly shut as soon as I'd regained control of my face. That is, not before my cheeks had flooded with colour. I could hardly look at him straight. He smirked, apparently satisfied with my intensely embarrassing and uncontrollable reaction to his vulgarity.

   "You're such a self centred fucker," I snapped at him and he lay back, his hands behind his head as he observed me closely.

   "I'm just trying to work it out, you know?" he said, more to himself than me. "You're a blusher, I reckon. If I were to kiss you, would you blush?"

   "I don't know," I shot back, "But I can guarantee I'll break your nose." He chuckled drily.

   "Would you blush if I did others thing to you?" he asked in a low voice and I found myself squirming a little. He was teasing me, and I hated it.

   "Don't talk to me if you're just going to say shit like that," I snarled.

   "Unfortunately, I can talk as much as I want and you can't do a thing about it," he smirked. "You're uncomfortable, aren't you? Good. You seem the innocent type, Finley. Has anyone ever touched you before?"

   "Stop it," I protested, swallowing thickly and feeling my pulse race at his words.

   "You're not a virgin, are you?" he demanded, eyes wide. "A prude who walks around with her legs shut?"

   "Zayn, shut the fuck up."

   "I wanna try something," he said abruptly, getting up on his knees and shuffling closer to me. I immediately jerked back, terrified of what he might do. "Put your head between my legs, can you check for something?" He laughed loudly, as though he was terribly funny.

    I stared at him in shock, wondering if he'd really just asked me that. Then I hit him, slapped sharp across the face. I stumbled off the couch, my cheeks flushed and my face defiant. I could see him considering if he went too far or not.

   "I'm going to wait right here until Liam comes," I said shakily, sitting down at the dining table. "If you come near me, I swear I will break your face."

   "Fine by me, sweetheart," he drawled, before he clambered off his couch and stalked up stairs. I heard him slam his bedroom door behind him. I closed my eyes, taking in a quivering breath. How was it he knew immediately how to hit my buttons, how to tease me and make me squirm without even touching me?

   Who knows. I hated him for it.



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