Take Me Home

Celine is 17 years old and loves one direction, so when their tour brings them to Canada she MUST get tickets to the concert. But what happens when Harry and her make an unexspected connection? Will their love be ever lasting or will distance, time and jealousy tear them apart ? And what about best friend Melissa ? Will she find love or will she always be just a side kick? ATTENTION story may get too graphic for some individuals, you were warned. My first story so don't be too quick to judge, give it a chnce it gets better as you read it.


9. The Power Struggle

Zayn's P.O.V.

All of a sudden things went silent. She had me where she wanted me and as always, she knew it. She sat on my lap while I awkwardly tried to calm my self down.Is it warm in here or is it just me ? My face started to blush really hard as I slowly looked up to make eye contact with Melissa. She was smiling her ddevilish smug smile. She knew that I no longer hd controll and that if she got up it would make things ten times more awkward for us. So she just sat there knowing she had me in the palm of her hand and from the look on her face, she was enjoying every minute of it. It was at that momentI knew I had to take controll of the situation, I had to make her weak in knees, I had to woo her.

"Melissa?" I said trying to keep my innocence.

"Yes Zayn " She replied expectantly and knowingly.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

"What if I don't want you to kiss me?"She said trying to be coy.

I leaned in closer and whispered with my lips brushing ever so slightly brushing her ear, giving her shivers, "It wasn't a question it was an order."

She almost moaned at how demanding I was being and at just how close I was to her. Then I pulled away quickly, knowing she wanted that kiss more than any thing right now and said "Well when I think about it, I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do."

She just looked at me with a blank expression. I couldn't tell if shewas md, upset, happy or just thinking. But, what i did know was that the game was over. I'd just blow my chance, Iteased her too much and now she was gone. I winced slightly from her stare and looked down at my feet.

Melissa' P.O.V.

I couldn't give my self way. He was winning annd I likedhaving the power.I got up off his lap, grabbed my bag and started to walk out, in hopes that he would follow me. But, for some reason he didn't. Was the game over ? Had I made the wrong move ? I cursed in my head thinking, that I would neevr talk to him again after this but he pulled me out of my thoughts.

Zayn's P.O.V.

"I'm sorry."

She turned around, her face confused, and for the first time ,I saw that she was helpless. Her eyes pleaded with mine and the walls that at first blocked me out were now torn down. Her guard was no longer up and I could see that she was upset. I did this to her. My simple act of trying to regain domiance had broken her. I got up from my chair and walked towrds her. I pulled her into my embrace even though she tried to sqwirm away. She fought me for the first few seconds just like I expected but then she collapsed into my arms. I didn't reallise that she could be so fragile. I guess when some thing is so tough you can forget that it can break. She didn't cry though, we just stood there, breathing each other in and i could've sworn that time stood still right then and there because nothing else matered. All the sounds in the room that I had heard when I walked in, the crackling fire in the fire place, the slight buzz  emitted from the cheap hotel light bulbs above us, they were all drowned out because my focus was else where. My focus was on this broken girl who was in my arms, who clutched my shirt for support because she couldn't hold her self up any longer. My focus was on this girl who had came in strong and ready to controll me with her charm and was now giving in to me, trusting me, depending on me and letting me hold her. I stroked her soft hair and murmed words of comfort to her as I solwly picked her up bridal style.

I walked her into my room, laying her down on the bed and covering her up in the blankets. She was almost asleep now and I quiety slid in beside her. She had a single black tear rolling down her cheek and I gingerly wiped it away with my thumb. She wreslted a little bit at my touch and pulled me closer so that our chests were touching. Her eyes were stil closed nd she looked more beautiful than I'd ever een her. Her eyes slowly opened, seeing that I was staring at her. She didn't seem to mind, she actually looked quite happy that she was here with me in this moment. she tried to pull closer to me but it was impossible, we were lready as close as we could be. Her head was buired in my chest and she held me so tightly as, if she were to losen her grip or let go I would vanish.I stretched out my right arm and put it around her hip. She looked up at me noticing my touch and smiled lightly. I just looked at her thinking about how something could be made so perfect. She wasn't perfect in a sense that nothing was wrong with her. She was perfect in a sense that she was my perfect and there was nothing I would ever change about her because she was and is one hundred percent Melissa and I realised that's all I wanted.

Melissa's P.O.V.

I don't know what caused me to break down like I did. Maybe the thought of losing him forever was too much for me to handle. But, as weird as it sounds I'm glad I did becasue when I stopped trying to "win" this battle of king of the hiil, Zayn changed. We both did. He came toward me and just held me, and it felt right. He scooped me up and took me to his room but for some reson I didn't have that feeling of anxiety that I normally would when brought  to some one's room, broken or not. I just felt safe in Zayn's arms, like nothing bad would ever come to me because he would protect me. He layed me down and hesitantly came into bed with me. I thought about pulling a move but it just didn't feel right, so I just pulled him closer and engulfed myself in his body.He put his arm around me and the feeling of mutuality made me feel warm inside. I looked up at his deep brown eyes that were framed by his crazy long, dark lashes and thought, I could lay here forever.

Harry's P.O.V.

It was time for me to make my move, no more waiting around like a coward. I tured around to see Celine smile at me, reasuring me that I was making the right decision. she quickly looked away focusing on getting changed. I crept up behind her wrappign my arms around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder. I could feel her smile even though I couldn't see her face. I lifted  my head and gently pulled down her right bra strap down her arm.

"You'll be changing this right ?"I siad seductively in her ear.

"I will now." she said going along with it.

I unclasped the back and heard a small gasp escape her lips. Normally I would ask if she was okay but I convinced my self not to, i was in controll. I pulled the material away from her leaving her standing there, gosebumps all over. I cranned my neck leaving kisses and little love bites all over her coller bone and neck. I quckly retreated and grabbed her wrist spinning her around. I didn't even wait for her relpy, I kissed her passinoately and she imediately kissed me back. I let go of her hand, sliding mine around her lower back, pulling us closer together. I didn't want there to be any more space between us. She deepened the kiss before I had a chance to initiate it. I pulled away.


"What?" she said genuinely confused.

"You sit back, I'm taking controll this time."

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