I thought we were in the clear. Zayn had asked his questions and he turned, making his way towards the door. Just as he walked through the door, he turned, smiling at me.
Then he turned back to walk out the door, but before he could walk anywhere he turned back once again as a loud thud came from behind the closet door. He cocked his head to the side, anger flashing quickly across his beautiful features. His entire body turned around, facing back towards the room.
"What was that?" He growled. My palms began to sweat. My heart raced out of my chest. I thought I was going to pass out. I just had an intense make-out session with my ex-boyfriend who was now hiding in the closet from my current boyfriend.
Though many people didn't know it, because they didn't see it, Zayn had an angry side. An angry side which scared me. When he got angry, his eyes would change from their beautiful caramel brown, to a darker brown, an unknown and unfamiliar brown with such anger in them. He would ball his fists up, ball them up so hard the veins within his arms would show. His thick eyebrows would turn down, making his once angelic face look near evil.
I began to shake, not knowing what to do with my hands. I ran them through my hair nervously. I felt pools of sweat gathering on my palms. My mind raced with thoughts, with excuses to give to Zayn. I felt my knees begin to wobble but I didn't dare lose eye contact with Zayn.
It felt like it'd been minutes since either of us spoke, since neither of us moved, however it'd only been seconds. "I-" I began to speak, but it came out as a mere whisper.
"Caycia . . . is someone hiding in the closet?" Zayn yelled at me, his face still twisted in pure anger. The sound of his army boots hitting our floors made me flinch. His legs moved faster than I'd ever seen them move. Before I even realized what was going on we were both on the other side of the room, standing before the closet.
"Zayn, no! That was me! Stop!" Desperation laced within my voice. I rattled my brain, thinking of something to do to get Zayn to stop. If Zayn found Louis he would wreck his flawless features, no matter their previous history of being like brothers.
I grabbed his arm, turning him around to face me. He jerked his arm away from me, and for a second I thought he would hit me, but I knew better. I knew he'd never physically hurt me, no matter how much anger he had pent up inside him. The instant I instinctively flinched away from him I watched his features change. His eyebrows were no longer turned down, his eyes slowly changed back to caramel and he un-balled his fists.
"I- I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Calm down baby, why are you so angry? I dropped the beer bottle," I said to him, pointing to the beer bottle which I had knocked down when I was running after Zayn to stop him. We both looked at it to see the remnants of the bottle foaming all over the rug.
"I don't know," he was still whispering, "I just thought when I heard that thud that someone was hiding in the closet. I . . ." he stopped.
I reached up to softly touch his cheek, "no of course not. You're just being paranoid." I stroked his cheek as I spoke, "you look tired, do you want to have a nap before dinner?" His sudden attitude change shocked me. My heart was still racing out of my chest, scared that his attitude would change for the worst again. My right hand was hidden behind my back, fingers crossed tighter than they'd ever been.
He leaned into my hand, "yeah maybe that's it. It was a long day with the guys. I do feel a little tired." He wrapped his hands around my waist.
"Go have a nap. I'll go cook dinner, okay baby?" My fingers were still tightly crossed behind my back.
"Don't you want to join me?" He growled into my ear, and I giggled once his fingers found their way to my sides, leaving wet kisses all over my neck and collarbones.
"My gosh you are moody today. Go have a nap," I said to him as I lightly pushed his chest. He laughed lightly, and my heart finally slowed when he turned away from me and walked out the door. I let out a large puff of air and turned to the closet door.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," I whispered through the door, hoping Louis had heard.
I followed Zayn out the door and to the bedroom, where I found him shirtless and taking his large boots off. He looked up at me as I walked into the room. "You sure you don't want to join me?" He asked seductively, patting the bed sheets beside him.
I laughed at him, picking one of the pillows up off the bed and hitting him with it. He stood up in front of me, holding my gaze. I watched as he slowly pulled off his jeans, throwing them onto the floor where his shirt and socks sat in a pile. "One hundred percent sure? We could have some fun for five minutes."
"No, Zayn," I giggled again. There was no way I wanted him to touch me like that after what I'd just done with Louis minutes ago.
"I really want to make you feel good," he said, pointing towards the little amount of clothing covering my body. He leaned forward, pulling the waistband of my shorts to pull me towards him. He sat up on the bed, placing one kiss to my cheek.
"I have to go clean up and make dinner," I said to him. "Have a good nap." I walked out of the room, feeling his eyes on me. When I arrived at the door I turned to face him, he threw his body back on the bed, pulling the comforter over his body. I watched as his eyes closed slowly and I shut off the light. I left the room, closing the door behind me.
I walked to the kitchen, pulling out some pans. I turned the television on in the living room and the sound filled the room. After a few minutes of thinking about what to make for dinner, I pulled a beer out of the fridge, twisting the top off and taking a large swig. "Shit," I breathed. I'd completely forgotten about Louis. I made my way back down the hall, stopping before my bedroom. The sound of Zayn's soft snoring could be heard through the door. I twisted the knob slowly, checking to find Zayn passed out under the covers. I closed the door and continued down the hall.
I immediately walked to the back of the media room, rushing to the closet and opening the door. I looked into Louis' eyes, "I'm sorry," I whispered.
He said nothing, instead he lifted his hand, rubbing my cheek softly. "Come here," he growled and I felt his hands grab the skin on my upper hips. I gasped when his hands quickly closed the closet door behind me and we were swallowed into the blackness.
Louis' hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards him. It amazed me that after all this time I still felt such an incredible amount of electricity when he touched me. I couldn't get enough of his touch, it was like an addiction. I shivered when his plump lips touched mine and his tongue expertly made its way into my mouth, making me moan softly. Why was this always happening between us? We can't keep our hands off each other. It was like having open heart surgery and Louis was holding the knife. If he rejected me, he'd end my life.
My mind reminded me that Zayn was in the other room, and here I was feeling Louis' growing erection. I knew that I should stop. I knew that I should be kicking Louis out of the house right now. I knew that I should hate Louis for all he did to me in the past. I had been denying it for the last few months since I'd first seen him again for the first time in a long time. My mind constantly fighting my feelings, but in this moment I couldn't deny it any longer because I can lie to myself one hundred times, but my heart could never lie to me.
I'm still in love with Louis.