6. Who We Are
*1 month later*
I was in the kitchen of Zayn's house in one of his t-shirts making breakfast. I had stayed there again. I smiled as I sung along to Rihanna on the radio. "Where have you been all my life." I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist. I would know them anywhere. He started to kiss me on the neck. "Mhh. Not now baby," I said to him. "Why not?" "I'm making breakfast." "I'm hungry but I don't want food," he whispered in my ear as Harry walked in the room. I slapped his head and said "Later." He sat down at the table and I sat a plate in front of him. I sat down beside him and he put one of his hands on my leg under the table.
I wanted her but she was resisting. I put my hand on her leg under the table to tease her. I rubbed it up and down her leg and then I moved it right up as far as it could go. She got up from the table and stormed towards my room. I walked after her and saw her sitting on the bed looking pretty pissed. I sat beside her. "What's wrong babe?" "You know." "I don't." "That was embarrassing Zayn." "Harry doesn't care babe. He's the horniest of us all." "Still. You didn't have to do that." "But I did. It's the only way I would get you." I moved closer to her and kissed her. She kissed me back and tangled her hands in my hair. This is who we are. I rubbed my hands up and down her sides and pulled the t-shirt off her. She pulled off my bottoms and then my boxers. The only thing left was her undies and that had to change. I kissed her neck and reached for the beside locker. I grabbed the little silver packet and opened it. She rolled it on me and I took off her undies. You can guess what happened next.
<I want you to hit the pedal heavy metal show me you care>