He pushed me against the wall, kissing me roughly, his delicate and soft hands exploring my body. He grabbed my legs to wrap them around his waist. He deepened the kiss before nibbling on my earlobe, sucking on my jaw line, dotting butterfly kisses on my neck. He kept searching until I moaned, he found my soft spot. He continued to suck until he made a small hickey on my lips. He smirked before he laid his hand across my area, I was still wearing my jeans. He roughly rubbed his hand against my erect length.
"Zayn... Zayn..." I kept moaning his name. It was all I could do, I felt like I was breathless. The effect he had on me was... something else. "Zayn..."
"Brandon." He said my name in his seductive voice, his perfect lips parting and my name coming out. "Brandon... Brandon..."
"Brandon!" I shot my eyes open and looked around me, I definitely wasn't at my house. I looked around until I saw some girl hovering over me. Wait, it wasn't some girl. It was... Reign! Reign Malik. What the...
"Reign?" I said, I tried to sit up but felt like I was pushed back down. My head was pounding and I felt weak all over my body.
"Here." She handed me a bottle of water and some pills.
"Why are you giving me this?" I asked, forcing myself in an upright position. I felt so dizzy.
"You don't remember anything last night?" She asked sitting next to me on her bed.
"Brandon, you were so drunk. I mean you were gone. But, we still had somewhat of a heart to heart conversation. You told me a secret of yours, and I told you some personal stuff about me." I told her a secret, I didn't have any secrets. Unless.. oh no. Please god tell me I didn't.
"What did I tell you..."
"Well for one, you said that your brother liked me. Something I half way already knew, and for two. You told me you were gay. And that I'm the only person who knows." Oh my god, I started freaking out. I started blushing like crazy. Why? WHY? Why did I have to get drunk? Why did I have to spill my deepest secret to somebody I barely even remember meeting? Why did I have to go to the party? Why did I have to be a homosexual...
"Look, it's okay Bray. I'm not telling a soul, your secret is safe with me. I told you about how you brought a nice side out of me, I'm usually a bitch. To my mom, my brother, to everyone... except Ryan. He is different." She paused for a second looking down and playing with her hands before looking me back in my eye. "Do you know what it's like to want somebody, and know that they will never want you back?" My heart dropped. Of course I knew what it felt like, well now I do at least. I was living in it right now, and I was dreading the moment I would see him again, since I was in his home.
"Yes, I do actually..." I said. She looked at me in surprise.
"Really? Who?" She said urging me.
"Uh, i don't know if I should say..." She nodded.
"Fair enough, you already told me your deep secret. I'm not going to pry anything out of you. But just know you can tell me anything alright?" I smiled and nodded at her.
"What time is it?" I asked throwing my legs over her bed. I still had on my jeans and shirt from the party. I felt so nasty.
"About 10 am."
"Why are you up so early?" I asked watching her as she went to her mirror to put her hair in a bun.
"I couldn't sleep, you woke me up. You were moaning in your sleep." My eyes widened at what she said and she snickered watching me through her mirror. "Hungry?" She asked turning around. I slowly nodded still in shock from what she said. "My brother is cooking something." She said. "I'll be out there in a few minutes."
I nodded and began to leave out of her room. I walked out of the door, closing it behind me quietly. I didn't really want to go in the kitchen to face Zayn yet. I mean, I just had a hot steamy dream about him. I found the bathroom and closed the door, splashing some water in my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked alright I guess. But my hair was just a mess. Oh well, nothing I could do here. Everything was at my room in my house.
I walked out of the bathroom and found the kitchen, the smell of bacon erupting my taste buds. I went in there and froze dead in my tracks when I saw a shirtless Zayn standing over the stove. His tanned and well toned back and his messy bed hair. I couldn't even imagine what he looked like when he turned around. I felt someone bump my shoulder and walk right past me. It was Niall. He didn't even say sorry...? I guess he was still upset about last night. I didn't need him mad at me right now.
"Morning." I said quietly, scared of how he would react. He just looked at me and nodded and sat down. Zayn turned around and smiled at me, his perfect smile. His teeth were so perfect, and he had on glasses.
"How are you feeling?" He asked turning back around and putting some bacon on a plate.
"Bad..." I mumbled taking a seat at the opposite end of the table, away from my still upset older brother.
"Yeah, uh can I talk to you?" He asked. He seemed to be done cooking. I nodded and slowly rose from the table. I noticed Niall glare at me before I walked out of the room. He led me out to his personal balcony of his apartment. The sun glistened of his bare chest. I counted the abs on his stomach. There were six. Six toned, tanned, hot...
"Listen..." I was pulled out of my thoughts when I looked up at him. His chocolate brown eyes melting me. "I'm sorry about getting you hammered last night, if I wouldn't have gave you those drinks you wouldn't have wanted to drink so much. I mean your only 15 years old, and..."
"Zayn, it's fine." I said interrupting him. "But Niall's mad at me."
"Oh, he isn't mad at you." I gave him a confused look. "He chewed me out this morning. Pretty bad." He chuckled a little. "He's gonna talk to you when you two get back to your place." I sighed, really hoping he wouldn't tell Greg. I would be dead...
"Oh, well I'm sorry." He laughed a little.
"For getting drunk and getting you chewed out. It wouldn't have happened if I just drank those two beers you gave me and left it at that." He put both his hands on my shoulder and looked me in my eyes.
"Brandon, don't blame yourself. It was my fault, and it won't happen again." He said firmly. I nodded and shyly. We sat there for a few moments of silence before I heard a buzzer go off.
"My biscuits are ready, you hungry?" I nodded and smiled. He ushered me back into the kitchen where Reign and Niall were sat in silence. I sat next to Reign and Zayn handed us our breakfast and we ate and made small talk. The small talk was mostly between Zayn and Niall, while me and Reign talked, but just a little. I would catch myself staring at Zayn and his perfect features before I brought myself back to reality. Gosh, he was an work of pure art.
"Greg is on his way." Niall said finishing the rest of his food. I just nodded and looked down at my plate. I wasn't ready to go home and face Niall alone, and what if Greg knew? I might as well accept my death now. Goodbye dreams of becoming a surgeon.
I pulled out a single bright red rose from behind my back. Her faced gushed a shade the same color as the flower placed in front of her. She grabbed the flower, her fingers brushing mine and I felt the same shock I did every time we touched. She pulled the rose to her nose and took a small whiff, trying to fight back the smile forming on her lips. I was so happy that the smile tugging at the corner of her precious lips were because of... me. I never thought I would find someone to love me for me, but here I am. In front of me, the girl of my absolute dreams. I leaned in slowly, placing my lips atop hers. Savoring the sweet lip balm she wore, it was strawberry. And it tasted magnificent. I wanted to stay like this forever....
My eyes shot open. I looked moved and realized that I had someone wrapped into me. Lessie. Her beautiful auburn colored hair surrounded her face. I caught myself staring at her while she slept peacefully. I thought back to the dream... it made me smile. I was happy that I had that dream, and that the girl I was giving a rose to Lessie. But it scared me at the same time. I've never opened up to somebody before. I had to much baggage you, I usually wouldn't care throwing my shit on other people. But Lessie is different, she has such a great life. A big house, a brother who loves her, friends, she's on the cheer squad, she's everything that I love, that I want, that I need. But I can't bring myself to love her, eventually I would hurt her. And that's something I don't want to do to her.
"Morning Styles." I heard her say and she turned to face me, her beautiful eyes melting every bad thought I had thought a few moments ago. Wait.. what was I worrying about?