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.


6. Chapter 6.

Dad's on speed-dial when I press 'call'. It takes all but three seconds for him to pick up.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey baby. Were you busy before?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, when are you coming home?"

"I'm coming in tonight. Your mum is working late so if you can come and get me? I'm in at around 8 pm. I'll send you my itinerary details via email, okay?"

"Okay dad. Anyway, I gotta go. I'm on my way home. I'll get in contact later."

"Alright Taylor. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye," I hang up, excited that dad will be coming home. I hate it when he goes away, leaving me and mum on our own. However, I never have the time to dwell on that thought as I'm constantly doing things. I turn up the volume on my music system as Flo Rida's 'Cry Just A Little' belts out. I sing along to it because I'm in a feel good mood. I recall that magical kiss and the way he touched me. So good.

I'm sitting at the traffic lights when my phone starts to ring. It's on hands free mode as I check who's calling me. It's a number I do not recognize. The music ceases as I answer it.

"Hey Taylor, it's Rico," a Portuguese voice rings out loudly as I scramble to turn him down.

"Oh, hey Rico! How are ya? Did you finally work up the courage to call me?" I'm surprised that he called. I did expect to hear from him but not so soon.

"Yeah, I did. Look, I'm free this weekend and so I called to ask if you wanted to go out? Say Saturday? It would be awesome if you could. But I understand if you can't because that's fine-"

"Of course. I'm sure I'll be free. I will let you know otherwise," he breathes, relieved. I shake my head, amused. The traffic lights turn green and so I shoot forward.

"Okay, sweet. I'll text you what I'll be doing and I could come pick you up and maybe we could go out for dinner? Or a movie? Whatever you're feeling."

"I'm happy with whatever."

"Sweet. Well, I'll let you go. My break is nearly over. See ya later, Taylor."

"Bye Rico," he hangs up. The music returns and so I turn it back up. I'm riding along the motorway, smoothly, as I rock to the catchy beat. The front windows are rolled down as my hair billows out. A nice white truck is in the middle lane. There are a group of boys all squeezed into it who look around my age if not, a little older. The guy sitting in the passenger seat calls out to me but I can't quite hear. I turn down the music and lean out.

"What!?" I yell. Three of them look decent as they make immature signs out the window.

"Me mate here likes you!" he points to the back where a toned guy with spunky black hair and grey eyes stares at me. His white tank top hugs him quite nicely. I shake my head.

"Good to know!" I flick them the thumbs up. Although, I am flattered.

"We all think you're banging!" he flashes me a toothy grin. The grey eyed guy gives him the death stare but he ignores it. I laugh out loud before turning the music back up. His voice is blocked out as I bop along to it. I speed up, wanting to mess with them. They realize what game I'm playing at as they too speed up and soon, they're a little ahead. They're fist pumping out the windows, enjoying the silly banter. One of them makes a wanking sign out the window, mimicking a blow job. I give them the finger, laughing at their silly expressions. And then I don't see them anymore.

I look back to see that there truck has crashed right into the back of a new Range Rover by the looks of it. They're totally wiped out. I scream out in fright as I peer into the side view mirror and see smoke rise up from the bonnet. I'm riding in the fast lane and luckily, there's not much cars. I keep my eyes glued to the road as I make my way home, wanting to help but knowing I can't. Especially when I'm riding in this lane. I'm literally stunned into silence. Did that really happen?


I stroll into the house, swinging the keys on my forefinger. They slip off and hit a lone glass, sending it toppling to the ground. I rush forward but it's too late as the glass hits the ground, shattering it so that there's nothing left but broken shards. I stand there, awkwardly. And then a giggle escapes my lips as I let it all out. From the excitement of Zayn and his random proposal to the crash; getting back at Morgan and seeing Zayn's mum. Was that even her? Maybe I should ask. Will he be offended? Of course he will! Oh, I'm so confused. I hurry to the bathroom, strip myself of my clothes and jump into the shower as the warm, soothing water cascades down my back, bringing me back to my senses.


I look around for the international gates where dad will come out off. Mum will be finishing work in an hour. The airport is buzzing even though it's late at night. I find the gate and walk towards some vacant seats. I sit down and wait. People come and go; tears are shed and joy radiates. I smile, knowing that dad's about to walk through any moment. Unfortunately, I was stuck in rush hour traffic so I got here a little later than expected. But, here I am, slightly flustered and a little tired.

Five minutes pass so I check my phone and find that I have 6 messages. Two are from Matt, one from Lisa, one from Erin, one from Ellie and one from Sam. I open them up and see that all of them are inviting me to a party not far away form where I live. Dez, a hot shot form school, is hosting it at his parent's house as they've gone away on holiday.

I know that my parents will refuse if I were to ask them. They'd demand they speak to the parents. They've always been protective and have never let me stray too far. What they won't know won't hurt them.. my inner goddess lays sprawled out atop her Persian rug, awaiting the call. I shake my head. I can't do that to them. They'll never forgive me if they find out. Who said that they were going to find out? I give it some thought. You were the one that wanted to experience freedom... That is true. I stare down at my phone, running over my options. Maybe I could say that I'm staying over at a friends. Just grow a bunch! You sealed the deal with Zayn so how is this any different?

"Taylor!" I look up to see dad walk through with his suitcases stacked atop each other on two trolleys. I get up and rush forward to his side. He pulls me in for a hug.

"Hey dad," I mumble against the lapels of his jacket. He kisses the top of my head.

"Hey baby girl," his words wash over me as I relax in his arms, my favorite place to be. I wipe away a stray tear.

"Did you miss me?" he says, dryly. I giggle. He's always been the one who could make me feel like his little girl even though I'm 17.

"Of course. When do I not?"

"That's my girl," his eyes crinkle at the corners as he tugs on a trolley. Oh, how I've missed that smile. I take the other trolley as we walk towards the exit.

"What's with all the trolleys?"

"Well, they've got a lot of stuff for you and your mum in there plus all the usual baggage."

"Oh dad, you didn't have to," he looks at me as if I'd grown an extra limb. 

"You and I know that you would've bitten my head off if I had of come back empty-handed."

"Oh c'mon, I think you're over exaggerating."

"Taylor, do you really wanna rehash this argument?" he tries for a stern look but fails. I grin up at him.

"Nope." We walk through the large sliding doors into the cool, welcoming breeze. All thoughts about the party are soon replaced by the curiosity as to what he brang back for me.


"It's good to be back home," dad muses as he walks into the kitchen. All the suitcases are lined up against the wall. I carry in the last of them.

"Phew. They're heavy," I say, nearly breaking out a sweat. He laughs.

"Yeah, well those two are for you and mum. That bigger one is for you. Take it to your room," he points towards the large suitcase nearest to me. I grin up at him.

"Woah! Thanks dad!" I kiss him on the cheek before I grab it and pull it towards my room. I yank it up the steps and into my room. I flick on the light then lift it up and throw it onto my queen-sized bed. It lands with a thud. I'm halfway through zipping it open when I feel my phone go off. I sigh before pulling it out. It's Matt. I press 'accept'.

"Hey Taylor. Why didn't you text me back? Do you wanna come to Dez's party? Everyone's here," I can hear music thumping in the background. It's distant. There's chit chatter and laughs.

"Are you outside?"

"Yeah. Oh and your friends want you. They were gonna call you but they're a little tipsy so I volunteered," I can almost hear his grin on the other end. I shake my head in amusement.

"Um..I don't know. I'll have to see what my parents are doing. I'm not sure if I can come out," I mumble, wanting to go. I hear him sigh.

"C'mon Taylor. Look, say that you're staying at a friends or something and I can come pick you up. Or sneak out. I can wait around the corner or whatever," he offers and I can't help but hold hope. I smile.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"I've only had one. I haven't started yet because I'm waiting for you," he replies, softly. I nearly melt.

"Aaw Matt. That is sweet. Hmm, right, I have a plan. I'll text you when to come, okay?" excitement bubbles up from inside.

"Yeah! Alright! Okay, just flick me a text and I'll walk over," I'm swept up in his joy.

"Okay. I better go. Bye."

"Bye Taylor," I disconnect from him, practically jumping up and down, squealing. I've never done this before. Sure, I've had boyfriends and have done 'stuff' with them but I've never snuck out before. This was my first time and boy was I happy. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. But that just added to the fun. I quickly lift the suitcase up and pull it into my walk-in wardrobe, closing the doors softly behind me. I walk out into the kitchen sporting the biggest grin. Dad has his laptop set up on the kitchen counter, some Italian belting out instruction as he prepares some dinner. He looks up at me, obviously in his element.

"You look happy. Did you like your stuff?" he stirs some chicken pieces in a pot. I nod.

"Yes. Thank you. They're all wonderful."

"Well, I'm glad of that. It did cost me a bit of a fortune."

"I'm sure it did. And that's why you're the greatest dad in the world," I go over and hug him. He's unaware of what I'm planning to do. He kisses the top of my hair.

"You hungry?"

"Nah, I think I'll just go to bed. I'm pretty tired."

"Alright. Goodnight babe."

"Goodnight," I kiss his cheek before retreating to my room. I shut the door softly behind me before running to my wardrobe. I rake through my clothes and settle for my black simmering strapless mini that hugs my figure quite nicely and my shimmering platform heels that adds inches to my average height. I throw on some fancy lingerie that mum had brought for me from England and amble over to my dressing table where my make up lays. A few strokes of mascara and eyeliner and a dash of red lipstick later, I'm ready. I smooth down my dress and flick my long, brown hair to the side. An idea pops into my head as I grab my phone from out of my jeans pocket. 

I scroll down to Zayn and send him a text, feeling all giddy inside:

*Hey, it's Taylor. There's a party and I'd love it if you could come* 

and I send him the address. I grab myself a jacket and shrug it on. My phone vibrates and so I check to see who it is. Matt.

*U ready?*

I flick him back a text:

*Yeah. Meet me by the tree*

Taking one last look in my mirror, I slip my phone into the front pocket of my jacket. Opening the door a little, I peer out and see dad throw some sauce into the pot. The kitchen is straight ahead so I can't sneak out that way. Fortunately, my window isn't too high up from the ground so I can jump out. The security system is off at the moment so I'll be safe.

I quietly close the door, turn off the light, and stroll towards the window, undoing the clip and pushing it open. It swings open with ease as I throw my legs over. Mum's garden runs the perimeter of the house so I have to take my shoes off. I throw them onto the neatly manicured lawn. Swinging my other leg over, I position myself before pushing myself off, landing just in front of the garden.

My pulse starts to quicken as I push the window back in so that it's open just a little. Adrenaline courses through as I look back at the house. The kitchen is a little further away so I'm out of dad's sight. Picking up my shoes, I sprint off in the opposite direction. The wind runs through my hair, perceiving me as a wild child. I wanna laugh and jump and scream out in joy but I hold it in. 

My feet pound against the pathway, the street light on above me. The cherry blossom tree is just around the corner as I head for it. I slow down to a walk, walking around the corner and spotting the tree up ahead. Matt's not there yet so I walk beneath it and wait. I check my phone to see if he had text. Nothing. I fold my arms over my chest and wait. It's eerily quiet and I'm starting to have second doubts. 

"Taylor!" I hear a hushed voice come from behind me. I nearly jump out of my skin, automatically getting into my fighting stance as I look around, wildly. And then, I see Matt. I'm quick to stand up and regain myself. He throws his hands up in mock horror.

"It's me, Matt," he drops them and walks over to me. I laugh, more out of the embarrassment than anything else.

"Sorry, I thought you were some pedo."

"Yeah, well I'm not surprised considering I popped that one on you. Anyway, it's good to see you. You look hot," he pulls me in for a hug. I let the shoes fall to the grass as I wrap my arms around him.

"You've scrubbed up well," I pull away, admiring his dressage. He winks at me.

"Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, shall we get going?"

"Yeah," I bend down to pick up my shoes before slipping into them. I'm now face-to-face with Matt.

"I'm glad you could come out," he leans in, brushing his hand against my cheek. Normally, I would see this as a little weird considering he's one of my good boy mates and all but with all the excitement that's going on, I don't question it. I link my arm through his, beaming.

"Let's go!"


We arrive arm-in-arm, party-goers making their way into the huge house. It's impressive, made of stucco, my favorite building material. The lawns are huge and well-maintained and there's two large pillars at the front. His dad is mayor and his mum is a pilot attendant so you could say they earn their living. Cars line the street and are scattered all over the lawn. I grin at Matt who beams back at me. We stroll up to the door when Sam and Ellie come barreling through. They run towards me, nearly knocking me over. I laugh at their expressions. Matt has to let go off my arm, doing so reluctantly. 

"Taylor! I can't believe you came!" Ellie kisses my cheek.

"Oh, we are so happy that you did! You must come in and I'll pour you a drink," Sam takes my arm, leaving Matt to trail after us. Ellie is on the other side of me. The house is packed so we have to push through. Guys wink at me and I feel someone grope my ass. I look back to see a group of guys laughing, checking me out.

I flick my hair as we turn up to the kitchen where an assortment of alcohol is based. Sam let's go off my arm and grabs a half-empty bottle of vodka and a cup, pouring a decent amount in. She reaches over and grabs some cranberry juice before pouring some of that in so that it fills up to the brim off the cup. Ellie clasp her hands, excitedly.

"How'd you get out?" she reaches for a cup and pours in some bourbon. Matt appears at my side.

"Just jumped out the window. Pretty easy."

"I'm so glad you came. This party is rocking!" she throws her hands up and I can tell that she's had a few to drink. However, Sam is a little more self-contained. We socialize as she hands over the cup. I take a welcome sip. They keep me up to date with the gossip. There's not much to know. Sean pops into the conversation but I shake my head, indicating for them to drop that subject. Ellie and Sam give me the pity look so I take a swig of my drink. The vodka stings the back of my throat. But apart from that, it tastes good. This is the third time that I've drunken alcohol. My friends are more familiar with it.

"Good?" Sam asks. I nod.

"Good. Take it down so I can make you another cup."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I murmur. She laughs.

"Guilty as charged. Anyway, cheers!" she holds out her own cup and so does Ellie and Matt. I didn't see Matt make his. I hold out mine and all off us bang our cups together. I bring the cup to my mouth and opening my throat, let the cool liquid slide down. I'm finished before the other three, wiping my mouth with satisfaction. They finish and give me the thumbs up.

"Check you out! It was as if you were born to do this!" Ellie praises.

"That was some impressive skills you showcased there," Matt murmurs in approval. I throw my arm around him.

"Here," Sam pours in some Bombay Sapphire before holding it out for me to take. I grasp it and with a flourish, I polish it off. It tastes good as I put the cup back down onto the counter. Matt laughs at me.

"Are you thirsty?"

"I sure am," I giggle, feeling a little fuzzy-headed.

"Let's do some shots," Sam calls, eyes gleaming. I drum my fingers onto the counter-top in anticipation.

"I'll prepare them," Matt places his cup down and grabs some shot glasses nearby. Sam pushes forward the bottle of vodka and Matt swoops it up. Ellie watches on, excitedly. 

I feel two arms wrap around me. When I look back, I see Erin. She looks awesome with her yellow, strapless cocktail dress. Her make up is kept to a minimum. I enfold her in a hug.

"Erin!" I murmur against her neck.

"Were you gonna start on the shots without me?" she pouts but her tone is playful. I swat her arm.

"I wouldn't dare." She stands beside me just as Matt finishes off making the shots including an extra for Erin. We all grab one and with a countdown, we take them back.

"Woah! Hit me with another!" I holler at Sam. She grins before pouring me some more. All four watch on as I take that one down with ease.

"Alright, enough with that. Let's hit the dance floor," Sam walks around and grabs my arm. By now, I'm feeling a little tipsy but very happy. My mind is befuddled, unable to think. I follow her lead and so does the rest, including Matt. The lounge-which has been converted into a dance floor-is packed as we find a little spot for us to groove in. I sway my hips along to the beat as slowly, the alcohol takes over. The music pulses as I move, grinding against others.

"Where's Lisa?" I yell out to Erin. She points towards a couch where Lisa and some random guy are making out. I shake my head, humored. I'm lost in the hypnotic beat but I'm starting to feel a little queasy. I walk off into the crowd, leaving my friends behind. I push through, wanting to be outside where I can breathe and not feel so restricted. I feel a hand grasp my shoulder, halting me.

"Where are you going? Are you okay?" Erin's worried voice rings out. I shake my head.

"I'm just gonna head outside. I'm not feeling too well. But I'll be back," I'm busting to get out. She let's go of me.

"Alright, do you want me to come out?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. I won't be long."

"Alright, I'll let the others know." she squeezes my shoulder and heads back to tell the others. I continue on until I find myself in the foyer. The same sleaze-ball who groped my ass, saunters up to me, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Hey sugar," his deep voice catches me off-guard. I mutter something incoherently before trying to move around. He grabs my arm and tugs on it.

"Where do you think you're going?" he eyes me up, his intention clear. I sober up a little as I wrench my arm out of his grasp.

"Feisty, are we? I like that."

"Fuck off, cunt." I growl and slap him straight across the cheek. It instantly reddens as he clutches it in surprise. I too am surprised by my power under the influence of alcohol.

"You bitch!" he curses and I run around him and out the door, not giving a crap what people are thinking of me right now. The cool night embraces me as I run onto the grass and around the corner to the backyard where only a handful of people are hidden. There's a cluster of cherry blossom trees where a bench is situated. I run for it before collapsing, breathing in the fresh air. My head swims a little bit but it's much more clearer now that I'm not in such a confined space. 

I sit there for a bit, trying desperately to find my equilibrium. However, my peace is rudely interrupted when I hear someone moaning. It sounds like some dying cat with AIDS. I look around and see that it's coming from the bushes. It shakes a bit, leaves fluttering to the ground before settling into small pile. I wanna gag and laugh at the same time but the alcohol is confusing me.

"Oh Sean!" the girls strangled voice cries. I still. Sean!? My Sean? He's not your Sean anymore! Remember? my inner goddess firmly reminds me, bringing out my inner emotions.

"Yes! Do it for me, baby," he growls, in between harsh breathing. I wanna cry and laugh and curse. Bile rises from my throat as he thrusts into her one more time, letting out a wail of jumbled words. I end up settling for the sob as tears stream down my face, leaving hurt in it's wake. I hear them shuffle about and the sound of the zipper as they finish up. I shrink into my seat, watching them head back into the house, hand in hand. I study the mysterious girl and figure out that it's Verity, social climber and A Class slut.

I wanna gag and I do, spilling all my contents out in front of me. Terrible heaves rack my body, leaving me breathless. I wipe at my mouth, feeling slightly better but spent. When I look up, I see Matt running over to me. I don't want him to see me like this. Actually, why should I care?

I get up and walk off in the opposite direction, straight into the forest. He yells after me but I ain't listening. I hear him get nearer and soon, he's pulling me back.

"Hey! Hey, where are you going? Are you okay? Erin told me that you weren't feeling too well. What's going on? Look at me," he swings me around so that I'm facing him. My head hangs, ashamed. He tilts my chin up so that we're seeing eye-to-eye. His face is etched with concern.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I just shake my head before bursting into yet another sob, crying into his shirt as he holds me flush against him.

"Hush now. What's wrong? I need to know so that I can help," he rubs my back. I sniffle, feeling totally stupid. I lift my head up to look at him. We're so close, just the two of us. His pupils are dilated and he's staring down at me, his breathing labored.

"Taylor, you are so beautiful. Do you know that?" he reaches over and strand piece of my hair behind my ear. I shiver at his touch as alarm bells start to ring in my head. What is he hinting at? I'm still fuzzy-headed as my crotch starts to tingle, involuntarily.

"No," I murmur, my breathing growing shallow. Do I like him? Why do I feel like this? I start to question. He went out with your arch-nemesis for crying out loud! my inner goddess opts for the face palm but I shove her to the back of my mind.

He leans in so that I can feel him breathing upon my lips. The alcohol is doing this to you! And then, he kisses me. It's sweet but not as magical as Zayn's. I return it, reaching up to stroke is disheveled, beach blonde hair. He tastes of bourbon and something sweet but I can't tell what. I feel him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me against him so that I can feel his growing erection against my crotch. The kiss grows more fervent as he growls low in his throat, his hands sliding down to my butt. I try to pull away but he holds onto me, tightly. I break off the kiss and see that his look is dark and hooded.

"Matt..I'm so sorry. I can't do this. We're friends-" he pushes his fingers up to my lips, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"Don't say that. You don't mean that."

"I do," I mumble against his fingers before pulling away. He frowns.

"No, you don't. I know that you want me like I want you," he croons, planting soft kisses down my neck. I feel totally vulnerable right now. You lead him on! I turn my head, making him pull back.

"Let me go, Matt. Please," I push against his chest that rises beneath my deft fingers, my patience running thin. 

"I think she said to let go," a husky voice growls from behind. I look over Matt's shoulder and my eyes lock with Zayn's.



Hey guys! So, I'm getting pretty excited for this story. Fortunately, I will be writing up some cool parts in my next chapter so I'm looking forward to finishing it and putting it up for you guys. What do you think will happen? What are you looking forward to? I'd love to know in the comments section below! :)

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