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.

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5. Chapter 5.

I stand in line clutching a handful of designer clothes. The store is besieged with customers. Several people stand behind me with one or two pieces. The price tags on my items are well into the hundreds but I can afford it. Oh, well my parents can.

"Hi there, how's your day so far?" a young girl greets me.

"Good, thank you," I smile, placing the items on the counter. I feel my phone buzz and I whip it out. It's from Sean:

*Ha! Our plan worked! Morgans in the shit pile. Apparently, her rents' took all electronics off her and grounded her for a whole 3 months!! Boy, was she livid and funny thing is, she has no clue*

The text practically jumps out at me and I squeal in childish delight. The sales clerk gives me a questioning look but I'm not bothered. Finally, I was able to get her back. I bet she's fuming but I couldn't care less. She probably has her suspicions but unfortunately for her, she doesn't have her phone on her so she can't go all detective on us. I couldn't imagine what I'd do if that happened to me.

"That'll be $550 thanks," the sales clerk says, a fake grin plastered on her dolled-up face. I rummage through my wallet and fish out my credit card. She nods quietly in approval. I hand it over and she swipes it through the machine. She hands over my card as I tap in my pin number before choosing my account. I wait patiently until the screen tells me it's accepted. I flick a text back to Matt quickly:

*OMG! That is totally rad! Gah, just had a little moment to myself in the store :) So let's just say, I am thoroughly pleased. In her face :D Virtual High Five*

I collect my bags and receipt from the young lady and make my way out the store. One of the girls in the line smirks at me, obviously from jealousy. I just raise my eyebrows at her and walk off, seemingly satisfied. I walk towards the exit with my bags in tow.

Approaching the sliding doors, I walk straight through and spot a stall set up outside. Moving closer, I see that it's a charity to help a local refuge for women. As a family, we're very fond of charities and any organisation that helps people.

Two of the elderly stand beneath the shade, away from the harsh sun-rays that beat down in yet another beautiful summer day. I have my cloche hat and aviators on to protect me from any chances of sunburn.

I stroll towards them just as they're trying to hand out pamphlets. Several shoppers dodge them to avoid having to donate a few dollars. One of my pet peeves. Standing in front of them, they're offering a chance to win a raffle and there's also donation boxes. The two ladies beam up at me, a little surprised that someone my age would take notice.

"Oh, hi there. Would you like to buy some tickets for this raffle that we're giving away? It was kindly put together by the local kindergarten," the taller lady rubs her hands together, her eyes crinkling at the corners. I nod before pulling out my wallet.

"We're raising money for the Women's Refuge which helps women who have been in all types of horrible situations," she explains. I smile before pulling out two $100 notes, the last of my hundred dollar notes, and I hand them over. The pair gape at me in clear disbelief. They're speechless.

"Th-thank you so much. This is..an obscene amount of money and from someone your age..wow. Thank you from us and from the Women's Refuge. Would you like some raffle tickets? You should have at least some for your kindness," the shorter one with the spunky hair offers, her brown eyes gleaming. I shake my head.

"No, no, that's fine. I've always supported charities and money isn't a worry to me or my family. My parents have raised me well. I'm just glad I could help out," I nod.

"Oh, but you must have one, please. It's the least we could do," the short one pushes a pen and the raffle ticket book towards me. I laugh.

"Alright, may as well," I flick through randomly and stop on the number 12. I'm quick to scribble in my details before handing it back over. 

"Thank you. It means a great deal. We will sure to get in contact if you do win," the tall lady beams. She hands me a pamphlet with a whole lot of stuff scribbled on it. It looks pleasant enough.

"That explains what it is that we do and if you want to know where we are locate to donate or check the place out then it's all in there."

"I'll be sure to check it out. Anyway, you two stay in there. You guys are doing a great job," and because I feel a little sorry for them, I pull out another $50 and hand it over. They look at me puzzled.

"For lunch or whatever. Treat yourself. I'm sure you're famished," I tilt my hat at their direction with courtesy, bidding farewell. I head off with the glorious feeling of knowing that I've done something right.

My spirits have lifted even higher as I walk to my car. It's parked quite far away but I don't mind the walk. It's nice. Although, the air is a little humid. I get to my car, unlocking it with the push of a button. Popping the boot open, I throw my stuff in. I don't know what it is but I feel the sudden urge to turn around as if someone were standing right behind me. I do so and my eyes nearly pop out of their skull. It's...Zayn.

"Hey-aah, I didn't see you there," I stutter in total shock. He smirks at me, obviously enjoying my reaction. Is he used to these reactions? He's still utterly gorgeous, wearing blue denim jeans, a white shirt and a sleek leather jacket. His hair is scruffy as usual. He looks so..edible.

"I saw you standing at that stall back there so I thought I'd come over and say hi," he replies, smoothly. Just my luck that he happened to be here whilst I was.. My mouth goes slack as I stare at him, studying his features, drinking him in. Some fragrant cologne radiates off him. I close my eyes, briefly. Where'd he come from?

"You happy to see me or something?" he raises his left eyebrow. I purse my lips, feigning innocence.

"If I were telling the truth, I'd say it'd be you that were happy to see me," I giggle. A faint hint of a smile plays on his lips. Those lips...

"If I were telling you the truth, I'd say that you were right," he winks, causing my heart-rate to pick up dramatically and he hasn't even touched me yet.

"Right. I mean..it's great to see you," I babble on like a complete idiot. I've never acted so foolish in front of anyone..ever.

"So, where you heading off to?" he finally takes pity on me, trying for a different tactic, changing topic. I'm relieved.

"Well, I've just finished shopping and so I was thinking of going out and getting me a bite to eat," he nods as if in thought. What's he thinking?

"Would you mind if I joined?" he suggests, his lips twisted up into a sly smile. Of course! my subconscious screams out. You haven't seen this god in three days! Do not pass this opportunity.. my inner goddess puckers up her lips, staring wide-eyed at the beaut right in front of me.

"Yeah sure. Be my guest," I nod, shyly. He winks at me yet again and soon I feel a slow blush start to creep up on my cheeks. He ambles over to the passenger's side and hops in. Alarm bells ring in my head. What if..? Don't kid yourself. You know you want him.. I shake my head in disbelief but I go along with it anyway. She's right, I do want this. I just hadn't realized how badly I did. How could I pass on an opportunity like this?

 

"So, what did you get up to the last time I saw you?" I aim for light conversation as I pull out of the car park. Rihanna blares from the speakers. Zayn nods quietly in approval. I'm starting to sweat a little since we're in such a confined space. 

"Oh, you know, getting around and stuff," he replies, gazing at me, intently. It's unnerving. I try to channel all my focus into getting the both of us out of this car park in one piece. 

"May I ask you the same question?" I can feel his eyes bore into the side of my face as I fix mine firmly to the road.

"Just shopping and hanging with family and stuff so yeah," I mumble, pleased as to how I'm holding up.

"Are you always like this?" he asks. I'm thrown by his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're all flustered and you seem to be a ignoring me," he cuts straight to it.

"How am I ignoring you? I'm talking to you aren't I?" I finally turn my head to address him. He points to my face.

"What I meant is that you won't look at me," he whispers, making my blood heat up. I flush an even darker shade of crimson, wishing that I could just melt into a watery puddle and dry up beneath the sun.

"Well, thank you for the observation," I snap. He laughs at my outburst and I can't help but join in, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

"You're worth observing," he murmurs, sending delicious shivers down my spine. What does he mean by that? I pull up beside the curb, right by the cafe where me and Sean broke it off. Zayn raises his eyebrows at my choice of going.

"You put on quite a show the last time you and the scumbag where in there," Zayn hops out, addressing me over the rooftop of the car. I arch an eyebrow.

"Wait, you were in there?" the shock is evident. I never saw him. How did I not see him?

"Oh, yes. I was peacefully enjoying a hot chocolate until you two came in and disrupted that," he grins, enjoying the playful banter. I try my hardest to look disapproving but fail miserably.

"Well, if I can recall, you didn't seem to mind," I poke my tongue out at him and walk off feeling better. He jogs up from behind until he's alongside me.

"I would have to agree with you on that," his eyes grow sensual. That look calls to the inner part of my body. I swallow back a lump I didn't even know was there. How is he making me all bothered with just words? 

We walk into the cafe and stroll up to the counter. The girl standing at the cash register straightens up when she sees who's standing beside me. Her whole demeanor changes as she smooths down her top and flicks her hair over to the side. She's beaming at Zayn, ignoring me completely. I start to grow a little irritated. So, I'm not the only one who's dazzled by him..

"Hi, what can I get you?" she's all bright-eyed and very flustered. She's all eyes on Zayn and I'm nothing but some unwanted being, so it seems. Hey lady, I'm the one who's paying! He looks expectantly at me and then I feel his hand slide into mine. I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, trying to read his thoughts. A delicious current runs through me, lighting me up from the inside. He grins at me and it's enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. A whole bulk of questions whirl in my head as I stand there feeling all of a sudden shy.

"What would you like, babe?" his eyes gleam with untold promise and I can't help but enjoy his bashful grin. I reflect it without even realizing. He's trying to tell me something. Play along, idiot!

"Aah, now that you've said, I think I might have a BLT panini and a large chocolate milkshake please. What about you, sweet pea?" I suppress a smile. He runs his fingers along my knuckles, adding fuel to the roaring fire inside.

"Hmm, I think I might just settle for the same, thanks," he smirks. The girl flushes as if embarrassed that she's interrupting some loved-up couple. Is that what we look like? I wouldn't mind if we did. We probably do.

"Okay, that comes to $17.90 thanks," she mumbles, finally acknowledging me. Her smile is more forceful as she looks up at me. I have to fight back the urge to roll my eyes. I go to reach into my pocket for a $20.

"Thank you," I look up to see Zayn handing over a $20 note. The girl bats her eyelashes at him before throwing it into the cash register. I turn to him with the it-was-on-me look but he just shrugs.

"Here you go. Be ready in 5," the blonde stretches out her hand and places the change into Zayn's, brushing her hand against his as she does this. I glare at her.

"Thank you," I smile, a little too sweetly. She gives me that look before strutting off to make our shakes. The pair of us go off to find a place to sit, his hand still firmly in mine. What does this mean? Does he like me? I'm suddenly all giddy with excitement.

He let's go when we sit down. I feel deflated as I sit opposite him. I'm quick to pounce on him as confusion begins to wrap itself around me.

"What was that back there? Why'd ya grab my hand all of a sudden?" I whisper. Although, I enjoyed it...a lot. His brow furrows and for a second, he looks wounded.

"Well, I thought it'd be funny considering she was checking me out," he wriggles his eyebrows.

"You're so confident about yourself," I laugh, amused. He sits back with his hands behind his head, lifting his shirt up and revealing his rippled stomach. Instantly, my mind starts to drum up some erotic scenes as I hastily slap them away.

"Are you keen on charities?" his question throws me. I look up, puzzled.

"Aah, yeah. I love the feeling it gives me when I know I've done something right."

"You thinking of visiting the refuge?" he asks, trying not to sound likes he's interested but I can hear the undercurrent in his voice. Why is that?

"I don't know. Why?"

"Just wondering," and I'm just about to grill him when another blonde approaches us, holding out a tray with our purchases on it. Zayn looks momentarily relieved as she interrupts us. I smile as she places it down onto the table. Not without brushing too close to Zayn. I roll my eyes and grab my food. I take a long slurp of my shake. It's good.

"So, you said that you wanted to experience real adrenaline? That you wanted freedom? Am I right?" Zayn looks across at me from beneath his lashes. I stop midway through my panini.

"Yeah," I reply, unsure as to where he's going with this. He leans in close, his tongue running over his lower lip. I feast my eyes upon that, leaning in as well.

"I can give you all that," he murmurs, his eyes brimming with salacious intent. I automatically slap my thighs together as I squirm beneath his penetrating gaze. How can he squeeze so much promise in those two sentences?

"Is that why you choose to see me?"

"Why, yes, and the fact that you're hot. I couldn't just let an opportunity like this fall through my fingers," I flush at his compliment. His eyes are ablaze.

"Oh, right. So, you can give me that?"

"Oh, yes. I can show you what it's like to live my life. And I can promise you adrenaline and freedom. Lots  of it," he whispers.

"All you gotta do is agree."

"Agree to what?" I bite my lip, participating this promising moment. What is he proposing? I'm suddenly excited if not, nervous.

"Agree to being friends with benefits."

 

I sit there, breathing out a sigh of relief. Here I was thinking it was something big. Oh well, this is, considering it's with Zayn. Of course I can cope with that. I've done it before.

"Sure," I murmur. Getting the chance to do stuff with Zayn makes me all giddy inside. I've been wanting this ever since and this way, no one can get hurt. Although, I'm puzzled as to why he wants to.

"Oh, thank god. I was scared that you were gonna say no. That would've been embarrassing," he chuckles to himself. I laugh at his expression. Morgan's words come back to haunt me..

*You're such a try-hard. You don't have a daring bone in your body and you're a slut. You'll always be daddy's little girl*

I shake her off, immediately.

"Do you find me attractive?" I wriggle my eyebrows. He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He's so good-looking when he laughs.

"Do you find me attractive?" he emphasizes on the me part.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Yes, I do. Part of the reason why I want us to be friends with benefits. Now you."

"Nope," I reply, cheekily. He clutches at his chest, trying his best to look offended. 

"I'm kidding! You are quite the catch. So, what's the other reason?"

"Well, a man has needs, needs in which I'm positive you can fulfill," I nearly spit all my shake onto the table. Wow, that's hot..

"So, you're single?"

"Possibly."

"Well, since you say it like that then why don't you put your kissing skills to the test and maybe I'll consider."

"But I thought you had already agreed?" his look is forlorn. Wow, the affect that has on me. It's disarming.

"I did but I wanna know what I'm working with," I reply, giving him some reassurance.

"As you wish," he murmurs before leaning in so that I can feel him breathing softly on my parted lips. This is it! My pulse starts to quicken as I close my eyes. I'm so close until I hear him pull back. My eyes flutter open and I see him with his phone held close to his ear.

"Hello?" he snaps, looking slightly irritated. He nods. I use the time to look at him and he catches me staring. I turn away quickly.

"Alright...Stevie?...not again..did he get him good?...right...nah, you'll be right..I'll be over soon...no, it's alright...laters," he hangs up, looking displeased.

What is it?"

"One of my mates got into a fight. Nothing too serious. The prick tried to rip him off," he mutters. I sag.

"What a way to ruin the moment," I mumble, more to myself than to him. He laughs.

"Whatever do you mean? Do you still want me to put my kissing skills to the test?" he teases.

"Of course," I giggle. He shakes his head before he leans over to kiss me. It's as if it's just the two of us. The kiss grows more fervent as our tongues collide. My pulse starts to quicken and fireworks begin to erupt in the pit of my stomach. I tug on his lower lip with affection. When he pulls back, his look is full of carnal promise.

"How was that for a kiss?" his grin is mischievous.

"Good, really good. You?" I'm eager to know what he thinks. He runs his tongue along his lower lip. I watch, mesmerized. I'd like to do that again..

"It was good. Better than I thought it'd be," he's frowning but in a nanosecond, his infectious grin is back on for display.

"Anyway, I gotta go baby. Wes needs me. After you," he gets up and so do I, feeling on top of the world. He called me baby! I'm a little disappointed that he had to go so fast though. I wander outside with Zayn right behind me.

"So, how are we gonna end this meeting?" I swivel around so that Zayn's standing right in front of me.

"Like this," and he grabs me, pulling me towards him and bringing his mouth to mine. His arms wrap themselves around me as I stand there, perfectly still. His tongue slips in, moving along with mine as we make out. My inner goddess is bouncing off the walls, clearly on a high. You got to make out with him twice! We're both breathless when we pull away.

"Hmm, you're getting better," I nod in approval. That was the best you've ever had! Sean or anyone else didn't even come close! 

"I'm happy with that," his eyes twinkle. My phone buzzes in my pocket, annoyingly. I mumble an apology and check to see who it is. Dad. I reject the call and send him a message, telling him that I'll ring back. Zayn waits on me, patiently.

"Sorry about that."

"That's okay."

"Shall we swap phone numbers?" I suggest, as last time I'd forgotten. His eyes light up.

"Yeah, that'd be a good idea, actually," I hold out my phone and he types his number in. I do the same. He's got a blackberry. I've always found those difficult to use.

"So, I guess it's time to depart," he slips his phone into his pocket.

"Yep, I'll flick you a text. See ya later," I lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth. He grins against my lips.

"I'll be waiting," he murmurs, sending my heart into a flutter. He turns on his heel and leaves, leaving me bereft. I jump into my car and practically melt into my seat. He's sexy as hell and has that bad-boy personnel; fitting my exact criteria. And there's that elated feeling I get, finally stepping into a life that I've always wanted a taste of. I feel rebellious and joyous at once. This is your time to show just how wrong Morgan is! I sit there in disbelief. Did I really just bag the hottest guy in town? If being friends with benefits means getting to see more of Zayn then so be it. 

I check my contacts and scroll down to where Zayn's number is. It makes me smile as I read what he's typed himself in as: 

Zayn Baby x

 

 

 

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