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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9. Chapter 9.

"I don't think I fit in," I say in his ear, worriedly. The whole time before I left home, I worried about what to wear without standing out too much for any reason. He gazes down at me, amusingly.

"Don't worry about that. You are fine. Plus, the girls here wear half of what you do so shouldn't have to worry," he winks, kissing me again. That is true. They're all trampy wearing short mini dresses where practically there whole ass hangs out. I lick my lips in satisfaction. He eyes me up.

"Shall we go in?" my tone is panicky. He chuckles.

"I'll lead the way," he drops his arm and instead takes my hand. I'm grateful for this light gesture. We walk through the crowd on a narrow pathway. A majority of people don't bat an eyelid but there's always that handful that have to observe new-comers. I keep my head down and only look up when Zayn addresses me.

"You thirsty?" he's smiling. I nod, shyly.

"Any requests?"

"I'll have anything, please," I blush a little. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Come."

 

I take a sip of my 'special beverage' that one of Zayn's mates mixed up. There's a whole barrel full. It's my second cup and I'm enjoying it. Everyone is having a good time. I've met some of his friends who were okay but kind of on their own buzz. I think they were high on life. People are hooking up and most probably having sex. I finish my second cup and onto another one.

"Are you okay? You're not intimidated or anything?" Zayn asks, softly. I smile, shaking my head.

"No, I'm alright," I bite my lip. He leans down and tugs on it, wrapping his hands around my waist to squeeze my ass. I giggle.

"You naughty boy," I murmur. He gives it another squeeze.

"The things I wanna do to you," he says, making me want to ditch the party. Zayn tugs on my hand, his eyes dancing.

"Come dance with me."

"Dance!?" I squeak. A group of people are dancing in what looks like the lounge. It's big and can fit in a lot. He nods, trying to gauge my reaction. I take in a big gulp. Oh c'mon! You've danced before! Stop being such a pussy! This isn't any different! my inner goddess throws her hands up in frustration. I take my second cup and grab another that's on a nearby bench before taking that one down. Zayn arches an eyebrow. I shrug.

"Let's go," I take his hand and lead him to the dance-floor. He's impressed by my bravery. But really, it's the alcohol that's doing the job. We find a spot and mingle in. 

"I like your bravery," Zayn leads down to whisper in my ear. Chris Brown's 'Strip' blares from the sound system. I grin at him, grinding my ass up against his front. He snakes his arms around my waist and I clasp them. We move to the music.

He holds me against him, trailing kisses down my neck. I'm lost in the moment, savoring this and savoring us. There's a group of girls smirking at me from across the room but I pay no attention to them. 

Zayn runs his hands up my body with mine atop, slowly. It makes my heart race as I lean against his chest.

"You like this?" he murmurs in my ear, skimming his hands over my breasts. They quiver at his touch. He tugs on my earlobe with his mouth, nearly causing me to convulse. I can't believe we're doing this in public! His body moves against mine and his hands guide me. I close my eyes briefly but open them when I can't feel Zayn against me anymore. His hands are gone in a flash.

I turn around to see Zayn confronting some burly guy who towers over him. I still, watching them in a heated debate. The music has been turned down and people have ditched their dancing and are now focused on these two.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You got something to say?" Zayn eyes up the big, burly guy. He laughs at him, amused about the confrontation. 

"Yeah, I think your girl's hot. I think I wanna piece of that," he licks his lower lip and rubs his hands together, winking at me. I wanna puke. His two friends are on either side of him, laughing at his disgusting comment. Zayn glares at him.

"You have some cheek, Ric. Why don't you fuck off and go bother someone else or you'll have me to deal with," he sneers. Angry Zayn is not the Zayn I like to see. He's quivering with anger, his fists balled up at the sides. But I don't have long to watch before a hand lands on my shoulder and spins me around. I'm surprised to see that it's the same girls who were smirking at me. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are rolling up in this party with Zayn? And what the fuck has he got to do with you?" she glowers, her tiny hands placed on her even tinier waist. Her deep, brown eyes are big and bright. I raise my eyebrows.

"And who are you may I ask?" I opt for kindness out of everything else. She laughs at my choice of comment. I have my hands firmly on my waist, challenging her.

"So, this girl got some cheek, huh? How about we show her just how we roll here in the hood," she clicks her fingers in front of her, trying to prove a point. I smirk before she pushes me. I stumble into some random who turns his head to see whats going on. I can hear Zayn cursing and then the crowd goes wild. He must of hit him...

I don't have time to see what's going on behind me as 'Miss Brown Eyes' beckons me over, her small fists held up in front of her oval-like face. Her friends glare at me. I wanna laugh by how absurd they are all being but that will only add fuel to the fire.

"Are you for real? What have I done to you?" I'm annoyed, my patience running thin. The commotion grows louder and I don't know if it's because of Zayn or my now heated showdown. 

"The fact that you thought you could just fit in! And the shit that you caused with my cousin," she says, matter-of-factly. Now I'm lost and confused. Cousin? 

"What cousin?" I ask, my curiosity pique. She arches an eyebrow.

"Morgan you dumb fuck!" and then she stomps over to me and takes a swing. I duck just in time as she punches the same random in the back of his head. He rubs at his head in annoyance but then, turns around to egg us on, the punch forgotten. I gasp before sneering at her. Oh, it's so on now..

She grinds her teeth and her fist makes it's way for my face. I step to the side and grab her forearm before yanking her towards the ground. Her other hand tries to wrench it off but I've got a firm grip, thanks to a heavy dose of adrenaline. Pulling her towards me, I knee her in the gut two times and shove her hard. She goes flying into the sound system, causing it to malfunction.

Her friends gape at me before running over to help their friend. She whacks them away in embarrassment. Her cheeks are heating up. My heartbeat is through the roof and I'm out of breath. However, I'm much more alert and my head isn't fuzzy.

She looks around until her eyes find a screwdriver. She swoops it up and runs over towards me with her hand held up high. My eyes widen in horror, knowing that I only have a split second to come up with something. She takes a swing and I duck down before wrapping my arms around her waist and I start to drive her towards the wall. She drops the screwdriver right onto my back which would've caused me to double over in pain if I wasn't so driven to take this girl down.

We hit the wall, letting out a cough from her and a growl from me. I lift my head up and grab her by the shirt, glowering at her, my breathing heavy.

"Why don't you tell Morgan to fight her own fucking battles," I sneer. Her macho man persona is gone and is now replaced with some frightened, defenseless little girl. I must say, I had to give her A for effort but unfortunately, she messed with the wrong person.  

"Babe, let's go," I feel two hands grab hold of my shoulders. I let go and spin around to see Zayn staring down at me. His breathing is like mine and his eyes burn bright with excitement. I just nod, unable to speak but relieved for his interference. The two other girls just gape at me before attending to their friends aid. 

"Yeah, let's get out of here," I reply, relieved. A majority of the people are laughing at the big burly guy who rolls around on the ground, clutching at his sides in agony. Some just stare at us but mostly at me. I don't know if they're frightened or impressed or what but I'm not sticking around to find out.

I stay by Zayn's side as he leads me out another door so that we find ourselves outside. It's a welcome breeze that brings my heartbeat back down to a steady rhythm and not the frantic tempo that it was just a few minutes ago. He quickly leads me down a couple of steps and onto a wide pathway. I have no clue as to where he's taking me but I'm anticipating it.

He doesn't talk to me but just keeps hold of my hand, leading me into the fields where an abandoned hay-barn lays up ahead. I'm thinking that we're heading there. The moonlight guides us through, outlining Zayn's jaw dropping features. I could gaze at them all day. We trudge through the wet grass which soaks my converses but I don't care. And then, we stop. Zayn turns to me and gazes down at me with awe.

"I'm sorry for what happened. With Ricky and with Dallas. But I had to let him have it. And with Dallas, well you sure handled that one well. I can't believe how well you handled the situation. You were much stronger than I lead to believe," he murmurs, running his hand adoringly down my cheek. I smile, despite what just happened. The moonlight makes it so much more romantic. I reach up to place my hand on his chest. It rises beneath my deft fingers before settling back down again. 

"That was...exhilarating. I had to admit, I was scared for you. I didn't want you getting hurt but I couldn't dwell on that thought for long until I was rudely interrupted by that Dallas girl," I shake my head, my thoughts disarrayed. He chuckles.

"I'm much more stronger than you would think. And plus, I think she had it in for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, she said something about my arch nemesis and revenge and blah blah blah. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I finally have you to myself," I whisper, pushing myself up against him.

"She's a class-A bitch and a massive try-hard. You put her in her place. I like that. And I also like the fact that I have you to myself," he bites his lip, distracting me from my reply. Everything south stirs and my inner goddess awakens, ready for some much needed action.

"Well, I've had to fight all my life. I don't see how any of this is any different," I smile. A troubled look fleets across his face but he shakes it off just as quickly. 

"I got something for you. Help you to take your mind off things," he holds up his finger before reaching into his pocket and pulls out a small plastic bag. On closer inspection, I can see a cluster of buds. I arch an eyebrow.

"Is that?"-

"Yep, it's marijuana or weed if you may. It's good for if you're stressed out or wanting to calm down. I thought that you might wanna try this," he waves it about. I ring my fingers in thought. I've always been against drugs. It had never been of interest and I saw it as something that try-hards used. Maybe I'm just too judgmental. I clasp my hands and nod, slowly.

"You know what, I may just give it a go," he envelopes me in a hug, delighted at my approval.

"I'll just set this up for us," he grins before pulling out some papers and gets busy in making a joint. His fingers work quickly, careful not to drop any. I watch in awe, loving every minute. He's so beautiful, especially when he's bathed in the moonlight. It's obvious he's experienced in this area...

He licks the top edge of the paper then rolls it up. He waves it about to show it off and his good handiwork before reaching into his pocket and fishing out a lighter.

"This is a pretty good joint," he holds it up for inspection.

"Do you wanna go first?" he holds it out for me to take. I shake my head.

"I haven't done this before. You can go," he shrugs before bringing it to his mouth and lighting it up. I'm nervous and excited as I look around to make sure no one is watching. Not that it would matter anyway. He takes a long drag, pursing his lips and inhaling. He pulls away after a decent take, inhaling again and closing his mouth to keep it all in. I've seen people do this before.

He hands it over and I take it, hesitantly. He signals for me to repeat and so I bring it to my mouth, delighted that his mouth was on it and I place my lips onto the end like Zayn did. He gives me the thumbs up before exhaling, letting out a cloud of smoke. It looks good coming out of his mouth.

I inhale, careful not to suck it. I take in a long drag, repeating exactly what Zayn did. I pull away, inhaling a short breath of air and keep it all in. I try to hold it in for as long as possible. My friends have instructed me on how to do a joint and why you should hold it in etc. I wasn't bothered but I listened anyway. Thank god for that.

I breathe out after a bit, right into Zayn's face. He inhales my smoke, making kissing faces. I giggle, feeling light headed and a little silly. It wasn't as bad as I thought. He grins, wearing the smile of a Cheshire cat.

"I never thought you'd do this. I was wondering whether to try it with you or not. And I must say, you were very hot doing it," he grabs the joint off me and winks, bringing it to his lips and taking another dose. I sway a little, my eyelids drooping slightly. I'm much more calm and laid-back. He passes it over and I do the same.

"We gonna finish this?" I hold it up. He nods, blowing out smoke. I quickly do what he did, inhaling all his goodness, knowing that he was the one who produced it.

"I'm glad that my first time was with you," I say, meaning every word. He bites my lip as I play with a loose tendril of my hair.

"I'm glad of that," he murmurs. I take in another with much more confidence, feeling that I have it on lockdown. We finish the rest in quick succession, enjoying it whilst it lasts. By now, I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Zayn laughs at my drooping eyes that are most probably bloodshot. His eyes are just as bad. It's hot. I pout.

"Why are you laughing?" I slur, smiling like an idiot.

"You're funny when you're stoned and you didn't even cough," his tone is slightly different, more softer. It gives me the tingles.

"I'm very very glad that you find me funny," I cock my head to the side. He shakes his head before leaning down to scoop me up. I gasp but its weak as I laugh my head off, wrapping my arms around his neck. He steals himself a kiss as my mouth hangs limp.

"You're such a naughty boy. I wanna do you so bad," I murmur, not having a care in the world as to what I'm babbling on about. He laughs at my wierdness.

"Are you high?" he asks even though he knows the answer.

"High on you," I poke him on the chest. He growls low in his throat, his big brown orbs expanding.

"Where.Are.You.Taking.Me?" I sound out each word like a staccato. He bites his lip.

"To the hay-barn," he's a little hesitant. I kiss the end of his chin, running my tongue along his stubble before smacking my lips in satisfaction. He closes his eyes, briefly.

"And what will we do there?" I have my sing song voice on. He takes in a deep breath before he breaks out into a face splitting grin.

"We're gonna do something I've been wanting to do to you ever since I first saw you," he whispers. I don't even have time to savor those words before he runs with me still wrapped up in his able arms. I giggle, exhilarated to feel the wind flow through my hair. It's exciting as I hold on.

We get to the hay-barn and walk in. We can make out the hay-bales, stacked atop each other. There's a red blanket laid atop a hay-bale that looks new and unused. I give Zayn a questioning look but he doesn't pay attention. I'm laid atop the blanket softly. I prop myself up onto my elbows, crossing my legs over and stare adoringly at the god in front of me.

"Are we gonna do it?" I lick my lips, everything south tingling in anticipation. He nods, trying to gauge my reaction.

"You're so beautiful. Especially now that you're laying out in front of me. My little delicacy," he whispers before pulling himself up and crawls over to me so that we're face-to-face. His crotch digs into mine and I can feel it grow. I'm excited as I push my crotch up to meet his, swerving my hips, my legs wrapped around him.

"Lead the way babe," I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck. His eyes are smoldering as he savors my words. I'm aroused by the fact that I'm the reason for his ever-growing erection. I'm aroused by the fact that it's me that gets to do this with him. I've only had sex twice and although, it was good, it wasn't mind-blowing. And that is what I'm hoping for with this.

He leans down to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my greedy mouth. Our tongues dance around each other in sync. He grinds against me, his elbows on either side of my head. I moan low in my throat as we make out. After awhile he pulls away, his eyes now big and bright and not the drooping pair that they were just a few minutes ago.

"You ready?" his tone is husky. I nod, my breathing now irregular. He pulls off his top so that he's wearing his singlet. I think I see a few scars and a tattoo on the left side of his upper chest but I can't focus. Is that why he didn't take off his top? My thoughts are scattered as I shrug out of my jacket and I pull my top over my head. He helps me to take off my shorts and he's quick to remove his.

I'm lying in nothing but my bra and panties. My shoes are still on my feet as they're too much of a hassle to get back off and back on again. I'm needy and sweaty with anticipation. He pulls down his briefs so that his erection pops out. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of his impressive length. He's on his knees which are on either side of his hips. He grasp it with one hand whilst running the other up my thigh.

"You like the look of this?" he whispers, gazing down at me, intently. I nod, automatically, taking in a mouthful of air.

"You know how horny I am because of you?" he continues to tease me. I shake my head, recalling Matt's less-than-welcome approach of trying to 'lure me in'.

"I wanna hear you. What do you want, Taylor?" his words are challenging me, forcing me to admit my need. My need for him in me now. 

"I want you," I mumble, weak from the sight of him and all his naked glory. He continues to stroke it, distracting me from the real cause at hand. Something that he does often... I can feel my panties dampen and so I squeeze my thighs shut.

"You're so beautiful, Taylor. I've been wanting to take you ever since you first walked into the cafe. You're a fine specimen, Miss Robin," he murmurs, his eyes burning bright. I rise up and place my hands on his chest, running them up towards his shoulders, his length poking me just below my breasts. I don't even give thought to the risks of him not wearing a condom but since I'm on the injection I figure that I'll be safe with that. I've had sex without a condom and it feels so much better for the both of us.

"Take me now," I growl and he grins. I pull him down with me and he let's go to place his hands on either side of my head. His breathing is rapid as his chest rises and falls with quick succession. He pushes his crotch up against mine and I'm quick to respond.

"So keen for this. Well, fortunately for you, I'm gonna let you have it," he murmurs. I tilt my pelvis up so that he can slide off my panties which he discards onto the ground. Weirdly, I'm not afraid that we're doing this in public. I mean, everyone can walk in here and see us but I'm just not afraid. That may be due to the fact that it's Zayn. He's my knight in shining armor.

He looks at me, asking for my permission. I nod, biting my lip as I spread my legs. Wow, never thought that you had it in you to do this! my inner goddess is shocked but if I'm lying, slightly impressed. Sean always nagged me to do it in public but I never wanted to. And so you do it with a guy you'd only known for two weeks... He grabs hold and carefully runs it around the perimeter of my lady bits. I automatically tilt my pelvis up to meet his. He wags his finger.

"I'm gonna test you first," he returns to his teasing, making me dampen even more. I'm clammy with sweat.

"Zayn," I whine.

"I'm going in," he says like how you would say to a baby with food airplanes. I giggle at his playful tone. With care, he slowly slides it in until I can feel it all. My mouth is in the shape of an O as I revel in the fullness of it. He leans down so that he's just above me and that we're face-to-face. I bite my lip, my breasts meeting his chest. Slowly, he starts to move as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs brought up by either side of his torso.

I move along with him, my brain befuddled by the fact that we're actually doing it and because of the weed that tickles my brain.

"I love this feeling. It's good," Zayn murmurs, keeping eye contact with me. I nod, unable to speak as our movements start to become more faster. His thrusts are more urgent as he picks up the rhythm.

"Zayn," I moan, feeling myself climb. My inner goddess is bouncing off the walls in total elation. My voice is now replaced with some whiny teenage stray, my fingers digging into his upper back. He drops his head so that it's beside my ear. His breathing is harsh and arousing all at once. Small words escape my mouth as I feel myself quicken.

"C'mon Taylor, give it up for me. I wanna hear you scream my name," he growls in my ear. Everything south tightens and I can feel that deep familiar pull. It's enough to set me off as I let go, calling out his name in the most unrecognizable voice that I've ever had. It's strained and high-pitched. He growls low in his throat, giving me one last thrust before he let's go.

"Taylor," he breathes.

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