Summer Love (On Hold)

Taylor is a straight-A student and every parents dream. She was the perfect daughter and she had it all. But one thing that lacked in her life was adventure. So when she has a fight with boyfriend of 3 years, Sean Cooper, she's about to meet her knight in shining armor (Zayn Malik) who comes to her aid in more ways than one. With a long holiday ahead, Taylor is fortunate that she can spend it with Zayn and there she will get more than she'd bargained for. It's funny just how much can happen in just two months.


12. Chapter 12.

I run towards him but with every step that I take, he takes a bigger step further away from me. I'm frustrated and so, so confused. I call out to him as he walks off with his back facing towards me.

He turns around and I scream but it's muffled. His face is morphed and so screwed up. It's grim and soulless. I reach out anyway and I'm just about to grab him when the whole scene changes.

I find myself sitting right by the water on a boardwalk. I swirl my feet in the water, creating small ripples. I turn and look up to see Zayn walking towards me. He's smiling and happy to see me. I return his expression just as he sits down beside me. He grabs my hand and places a soft kiss on it. All seems well.

But I have this heavy, dreadful feeling that this is the last time that I'll ever see him. It makes me want to cry and never stop. He's oblivious to it all. I have no clue as to what I look like at this moment. He leans in close and whispers those three magic words.

"Wake up, Taylor," I can hear Zayn murmur in my ear. I groan as I roll on to my side, facing away from him. I hear him sigh as he slips his hand beneath the duvet and down my stomach until he reaches his destination.

My eyes fly open as I turn around to see Zayn smirking. He's leaning over me as his fingers get to work. My lips are in the shape of an O as his fingers continue to pleasure me, pushing right down onto my pressure point. 

I revel in this feeling, stunned into silence. He leans down and kisses me with fervent passion, not bothering to stop. In all honesty, I don't want him to. I part my legs so that his hand slips further down and he slips two fingers in. I moan a little. He's taking it slow and I watch as his mouth parts slightly, enjoying every little bit.

His breathing changes so that it's heavy and out of tempo. He bites his lip and I grin, feeling his erection digging into my ass. I look up at him, expectantly. He seems to have the same thing in mind as I do.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 

"Yah," he smiles and I watch as he leans over to his own side of the bed before pulling open the drawer and rummaging around for something. He grabs hold of something before pulling it out. A condom. He holds it up for me to inspect as slowly he pulls it on to his awaiting member.

"Good choice," I bite my lip, loving every minute. And then, he shuffles back over to me so that he's flush up against me.

"Wake-y, wake-y, here comes snake-y," he says in a sing-song voice and I can't help but laugh as together we lose ourselves.


Zayn hovers over me with both of his hands placed on either side of my head. My legs are wrapped around his waist and my hands grip the bedding sheets, tightly. I can feel that familiar build, climbing in which it never stops. It's intense and I have a longing to let go.

Zayn's eyes bore into mine, his mouth parted. His breath tickles the tip of my nose. A series of small moans escape my swollen lips onto to join in with Zayn's grunting.

I can see beads of sweat collect on his forehead, threatening to drop and slide down my throat. Some may think that were gross but to me I find it weirdly attractive. I don't think I've ever found a guy attractive whilst dripping with sweat.

"Oh yes. Let's go, Taylor. Do it for me. C'mon," he growls and with two more thrusts, I let go, calling out something incoherent. My orgasm shakes me entirely and with a couple more thrusts he groans out loud as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Slowly but surely I float back down from such a high. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me as my lips find his. 

After a little he pulls away as he grins down wickedly at me. This never fails to completely disarm me.

"How do you feel?"

"What do you think?"

"Well you tell me."

"Well, I feel good as per usual," I say. That's total bullshit! You were on cloud nine! my inner goddess laughs. Yet again she speaks the truth. His grin broadens as he steals a feather-like kiss before pulling himself out of me and off of me. I prop myself up on my elbows and swing my legs over the bed.

My clothes lay in a crumbled heap at the front of the bedpost. I scramble over to snatch them up as I cover up myself. Zayn ties up the condom and discards it in a bin that seemed to have magically appeared. He pulls on his jeans whilst watching me move around the bed to get dressed.  I face away from him, knowing that I'd rather him see my ass than my front.

I'm quick to get changed, pulling my top over my head and shrugging on my jacket. I turn around to see Zayn staring down at me. I smile up at him as I take my hair tie off my wrist and pull my hair up into a ponytail. He wraps his arms around my waist to grope my bum. I push on his chest lightly.

"You're such a pervert."

"Pervert?" he gives it a light squeeze as he raises his eyebrows. I nod, humored.


"Well I think that you fancy this pervert," and then our horrible discussion comes back to mind. I'm glad that we have this little arrangement.. I'm sorry that I gave you the wrong impression.. I give him an unconvinced smile as I remove myself and walk around to the front of the bed.

Zayn frowns at my retreating figure.

"What's wrong?" he comes to stand in front of me again.

"Aah, nothing. Just a little tired," I lie. I can feel the hot sting of tears threaten to make notice as the disappointment stirs. I make a huge effort to try and keep the unwelcome tears at bay. What's wrong with me? He laughs and that's when I know he's brought it.

"Did I keep you up all night?" his eyes are dancing with humor. I laugh even though I don't want to. Oh, get a grip woman! Don't break down now. It's been so good so far..

"Oh yes."

"Well, I'm glad of that," he bites his lip that only awakens my inner goddess. However, she is confused as well. He sure does bring out a rainbow of emotions out of you.. And then I just remember that I should check my phone for any messages or phone calls.

"I just remembered, I need to check my phone," I hold it up for him to see. He nods.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah, a little. I've worked up an appetite," I had no clue that so much sex could make me incredibly hungry. 

"Great. I'll get on with making breakfast," he leans down to tug on my bottom lip. I'm lost in the moment, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing my body flush against him. He responds by snaking his arms around and digging his ever-growing erection into the bottom of my belly button. 

I moan low in my throat and am disappointed when he pulls away. His eyes burn bright and there's that fierce intensity that can make the coldest of hearts melt. It's as if he can see right through me. But it's not like there's much to know.

"Any suggestions?"

"Oh I'm not a fussy person," I grin. He scrunches up his eyes and gives me that aren't-you-just-cheeky look.

"Oh, I'm sure you aren't," he replies, smartly and walks off towards the door. I watch after him until he's gone. I sag in relief. I can never think straight whilst he's around. I pull out my phone and check my messages. There are a couple from mum and dad and some other from friends. I check the one from Rico:

*Hey Taylor, I've booked a table for two. Hope u don't mind that :) will b picking u up at 6:30 instead. Looking forward to it*

I send him a quick text that I'm looking forward to it too before checking the other ones. There's nothing major apart from my parents going out for dinner for their anniversary. Anniversary! Shit! I'd totally forgotten. I opt for the face-palm as I congratulate them both on their ten years and ask them where their venue will be.

*We r dining out at the Irish one that we went too*

I know which one she is talking about. I pocket my phone before looking around the room. If Zayn is cooking breakfast then I have time for a little look around. Yes, great idea. I chose the closet first as I make my way over.

The doors swing open as I feast my eyes upon his clothing. I must say that he has great fashion sense. A ll of his shirts and jackets hang upon hangers and are set out in order. There are some drawers and when I open one I see that it houses his underwear or 'briefs' and boxers. They're all folded and are in neat little piles. I smile at the thought that he'd sit here and fold them. The very thought fascinates me.

I open the next one and see his pants. Again they're set out all nicely and not a crinkle to be seen. And yet the weird thing is, it's that he doesn't own a single pair of shorts. Maybe he doesn't like shorts...

I'm stunned by just how neatly organized his whole wardrobe is. I close the doors with a satisfying feeling before looking around until I choose to take a little look in his bedside drawers.

Thinking nothing of it I walk over and plop myself onto the bed as I make quick haste in grabbing the handle. I feel so naughty and rebellious doing this. I'm about to pull it open when something stops me. I don't know if it's because of me telling myself something or because I can feel someones presence. But whatever it is, it isn't happy.

I turn around slowly only to be confronted by Zayn who's watching me closely, holding two plates. The aroma drifts across the room and towards me as I take a hesitant sniff. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights as I stare at his unwavering expression.

"Breakfast is ready," he says, calmly. But I know that he's anything but. It's frightening.

"Great," I give him a hesitant smile as I grasp the duvet cover. He ambles over to me, his face set in stone. I feel terribly guilty like I've overstepped the mark. There's that feeling that I get of not feeling wanted. I hate it.

He hands over my plate along with the knife and fork which I didn't see. I take it gratefully as I place it down in front of me.

"Don't you wanna eat out there? In the dining room?" he seems momentarily confused. For whatever reason I do not know.

"I don't really eat in there but we can if you wanna. Well, if it means to keep you from snooping," he says. I halt in my tracks with my fork held in mid-air. I put it down awkwardly.

"I just thought that it wouldn't hurt to look. It seemed innocent enough," I shrug. A confused look marks his beautifully chiseled face.

"Do you mind Eggs Benedict? I thought that maybe you'd like it," and just like that, he heads off into a totally different direction in terms of conversation. I wanna roll my eyes but I don't think that would be the best idea. How the hell am I suppose to keep up with him?

I lift my fork up towards my mouth and take a welcome bite. It's beautiful. I close my eyes briefly as I savor the taste. It's so good and to think that Zayn made it makes me enjoy this a whole lot more.

"Wow, this is so good," I mumble between mouthfuls. Only now do I realize that I'm absolutely famished. He watches me, intently, not bothering to eat himself. I chew on my toast as I raise my eyebrows at him.

"You gonna eat?" I poke my fork into his food, playfully, managing to get a smile out of him. Despite this awkward situation, I'm starting to get somewhere. I think that I'm actually making progress when it comes to Zayn and his rainbow of moods. He cuts himself a forkful of food and holds it up for me to eat.

"You want me to eat this?"

"Ah ha."

"Um, okay," I laugh before leaning over to eat it. He places the food into my mouth with his mouth parted and his tongue sticking out slightly. I clamp my mouth down onto the fork and pull away to chew my food. A bit of yolk is on the side of my mouth as I wipe it away and suck on my finger.

He watches me swallow it all before I get started on some more. And then, he grabs both of my hands, indicating for me to stop what I'm doing. I look up at him, expectantly.

"Stop," he orders. I take a gulp.

"What are we doing?"

"Something that pleases me, immensely," his eyes sparkle and he's biting on his lip. It does things to me. I let go of my cutlery and shuffle around into a comfortable position. He places his plate on the ground along with mine before leaning over so that we're face-to-face.

"Stand up for me," his voice washes over me, bathing me entirely. I'm mesmerized and yet again I'm caught up in his spell.

"Okay," I push off the bed and stand up as I slap my hands against my sides.

"I'm up."

"Good," he gets up and off the bed, avoiding our plates before leading me to the opposite side of the room. I follow after him, just able to function. He swings me around and shoves me up against the wall. My eyes widen at the rough contact and instantly I get a flashback of when Sean had his hands on me. I have to bite my lip to keep me from crying. It was more of the idea than him doing it himself. Zayn frowns. I'm guessing that I wasn't secretive enough.

"Oh crap! I didn't mean to be so harsh. Sorry," he shrugs lightly, realizing his mistake. I give him a smile that I'm okay. I must admit, he's so cute when he smiles that way at me. It's adorable.

"You're fine. Just a little unexpected that's all," I smile. He shakes his head in dismay before he runs his hands up my arms and onto my shoulders. I shiver at his touch.

"Were you a virgin before you did this with me?" Zayn looks at me, speculatively. I arch an eyebrow, confused.

"Aah, no," I say, slowly. He twists his lips into a wry smile. Is this what pleases him?

"How was your first experience?" 

"It was..good I guess. Why?"

"Oh just curious," he continues to massage my shoulders, his deft fingers working into my muscles. I have to try my hardest not to succumb to his magic.

"You know, I wished that it would have been with me. I had a feeling that you already did. Isn't that a shame?"

"I guess."

"But we can't go back in time so that sucks. However, I wanna be the reason for many of your firsts. So tell me, have we had any firsts?"

"Well, I've never had sex in a hay-barn. Aah, I haven't had someone go down on me before like that."

"Like what?"

"Aah, you know," I trail off, feeling my cheeks start to heat up. He continues to keep me in the line of fire, generally wanting to know.

"What else?"

"Um, I haven't gone racing in a wheat field before," I smile because it's true. I haven't done any of that stuff before. He nods as if in approval, considering my answer.

"Good. I like hearing that. But anyway, enough with the talking as I wanna do something else," he grins, his hands running down and skimming over my breasts.

"Zayn mate, you home?" he stills whilst his hands still lay over my breasts. Greg. I shrug as Zayn drops his hands to his sides, shaking his head and leaving me bereft. When he looks up, he's seemingly irritated. I don't mind either way although I would have preferred the first option.

"Yeah bro. I'll be right out," he yells back, running his hands through his disheveled hair. I lean against the wall, awkwardly, waiting for some suggestion as to what to do. Zayn looks back at me.

"Just stay in here. I won't be long," he says and gives me a kiss before he's out the door, giving me no time to question him. I lick my lips and almost immediately I get the butterflies. How can he be so hostile one time and then so different the next? It's almost as confusing as Bruno Mars sexuality and that's saying something.

Zayn closed the door behind him so that I can barely hear a sound that they may be making. I amble over to the bed and decide that I should try again with my little investigation. I figure that it wouldn't hurt and plus, he was just being his moody self so I doubt that he has something to hide for a reaction like that.

With no time to lose I grasp the drawer handle and with hesitant fingers I pull it open. It seems heavy like it's holding a lot of things or something. Things bang around as I take a look. And what I see next scares the absolute shit out of me.

A gun.

An actual bloody gun. I'm at a lost of what to do. A gun!? In Zayn's drawer?! My hands tremble as I make a move to grab it. Luckily, my dad had taken me to a shooting range once so I have a pinch of experience.

I know that I shouldn't even consider grabbing the gun but I'm curious and I want to know if it's loaded. Is this what Zayn was so hesitant about? Curiosity killed the cat.. His chilling words come back to haunt me.

I grab it and find that it's lighter than expected. I can feel my heartbeat pick up tempo as I check the barrel only to find that it's empty. Phew. Now do I realize that I'm sweating like there's no tomorrow. I'm still holding the gun and with clammy hands I put it back before closing the drawer, not bothering to see what else he had.

Instantly, my mind runs haywire and I'm struck down by a bunch of 'what ifs'. Is he out to get someone? Is that even his? Is this what he meant by the whole 'bad boy' package? I'm absolutely shattered. I don't think that I can do this. I mean, how the hell can you talk yourself out of this one?
I almost shit myself when I hear a bang which I'm guessing is the front door. Greg must have left.

I panic, looking around as to not look too obvious about what I've just been doing. I watch as the door handle is turned whilst I lay sprawled out on the bed. My pulse is thick and heavy in my ears. I need to get out of here and clear my mind, I think to myself. My dad once told me that my uncle was shot because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Is that me?


The door swings open and he walks in. He looks anxious and his eyes are weary. He tries to shake it off just as he approaches me. I get up, trying to make it look like I've been waiting here the whole time. I try to give him a convincing smile. Will he buy it?

"Sorry about the wait. Just had to sort some stuff out," he runs his hands through his hair. It's obvious that he's done this a few times during their talk.

"That's okay," my voice is high-pitched and breathless. I'm shit scared and at a lost of what to say. Get a grip on yourself woman! Who knows what he'll do if he finds out! My inner goddess hisses at me. He looks at me, suspiciously.

"What have you been doing? You look..pale," Zayn cuts straight to the point. I hate it when he does that. It's as if he can see right through me. It's spooky and unnerving.

"Nothing. I just got a text that I wish I hadn't read," I lie, praying to whoever wants to hear to save me. He nods slowly, considering my answer.

"Was it from that dickhead Sean?"

"Aah, yeah. But I've sorted it out. Really glad that we're over," I laugh, hesitantly. Will he see past my lies? Only time will tell.

"I bet you are."

"Yeah. Um, is it okay if you could take me home? It's just that I'm kinda busy and with my parents anniversary and stuff, I have a busy schedule," I'm itching to leave and clear my thoughts.

"Am I in there?"

"What? Oh I'm not sure," I smile even though the images of him holding a gun to someone's forehead blinds my vision momentarily. He grabs my hand, running his thumb rhythmically over my knuckles. I can't help but think as to how he could be the type of person to own a gun. Sure, he looks slightly like he's been brought up on the wrong side of the tracks but to me he seems like a genuinely good person. However, I can't be sure with him. Would he be suspicious if I were to ask for Greg's number?

"C'mon then," Zayn hops off the bed, beckoning for me to follow. I must ask him about that gun. And even though I am dreading this I have to get this off my chest or I might make a decision that I could possibly regret. And what a glorious topic that should be.

"Have you got Greg's number?" I blurt out. He looks at me as if I were some freaky alien.

"What for?" his tone is a mixture of disbelief and suspicion with a tad irritation. I shrug, knowing that I'll have to come up with some legitimate reason. 

"Aah, I wanna know if he has any green on him."

"Green? I can get you that."

"Okay," I trail off in disappointment. We stop just in front of the front door. He grasps my chin and frees my bottom lip.

"Why do you wanna see him?"

"I just thought that he'd get us a good deal," I murmur but I know that I'm talking a load of crap and so does he. He arches  an eyebrow.

"What's the real reason?" he asks. I mentally curse at myself for even trying. Idiot! And how the hell are you suppose to talk yourself out of this one?

"For weed."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are," he pokes fun of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.

"I'm not. Can you think of another reason?"

"You tell me?"

"And tell you I did. Anyway, as much as I'd like to bicker with you I must get back," I place my forehead against his. He sighs.

"I'll get the truth out of you someday," he smiles. I'm shocked. He actually dropped it. And for that I kiss him before we leave. But I can't help but let my thoughts trail off back to the gun. I have never heard of anyone with a gun stuffed in their drawer. I'm a mess of emotions and I can't seem to find the right one to settle for. What do I do?

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