9. Moving On? (lil bit of a sex scene)
Emily's p.o.v
*1 week later*
I walked into the club with Mikey walking behind me. I was going to move on, tonight was going to be the night that I finally let him go. Mikey and I drank a bit and soon I was grinding with some guy. "Let's get out of here," I said to him. "My place or yours?" "Mine," I replied and grabbed his hand. We were making out in the back of the cab and as I opened the door to the flat he was kissing my neck, right at my weak spot the same way Zayn used to. I let out a small moan and led him to my room. We bumped into walls and soon we were naked on the bed. I felt him enter me and I grabbed the sheets. "ZAYN!" I screamed. "FUCK ZAYN! FASTER!" Suddenly I felt him pull out of me. "What the fuck?" "Who the hell is Zayn?" he asked. Oh crap! "It's not important." "It obviously is if you're screaming out his name," he replied while pulling on his jeans. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Home," he replied and walked out of the flat. Why did I have to think of Zayn? Why was he in my mind?
Zayn's p.o.v
My phone started to buzz beside me. I picked it up and looked at my caller id. "Hey Josh," I said. "Hey mate. I just saw Emily leave a club with some guy," he said. "Who?" "I don't know. She was with Mikey at first but then she was grinding with some guy and they left. I just thought I should tell you." "Thanks Josh. Bye." I hung up and threw my head in my hands. She was moving on and I couldn't. Why did I let her go? She's the one that got away.
<In another life I would make you stay so I don't have to say you were the one that got away>
