Little Talks

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
"Are you sure about this Zayn?" I asked with my hands grasping over the railing, wind blowing through my hair. "Don't worry." He tells me. "I'm nervous as much as you. But these little talks don't last long."
My summer was basically ruined thanks to my mother. After high school graduation, she forced me to work on the cruiseline she owns instead of giving me a choice if I want to like my older sister. But the first day of the cruise, the first day I saw them being complete dumbos. That day I didn't know that I would love one of them. Zayn was right, these little talks don't last long.


48. Up

*okay, soon too anxious to wait for tomorrow. So here's the next chapter because I can. Warning: gets a little PG-13 in this chapter. Enjoy!*

"Alright, the votes are in and, drumroll please?" Richard hits a button cuing a drumroll noise and a crash cymbal. We chuckles a little. "And with a close margin, the winners are...the girls!" 

We all cheered in victory and high five each other. Perrie, El, Jade, Dani, Leigh-Anne, and Jesy also gave us high fives. The boys, we just shook hands and said "good job" and all the other sportsmanship stuff. "It was an uneven group!" Niall complained. 

"Dude," Nicole started. "It was just a friendly competition. Now let's all head back and go to sleep. I'm tired!" 

And with that, we do so. 


"Thanks for walking me back to my cabin, Zayn." I thank as the two of us walk down the narrow hallway. 

"Anytime. Where's Katie?" He asked. 

"Probably in her pjs and passed out." I sarcastically answer. But it's possibly true. He chuckles at that. We stop at the door of my cabin and just stand there. He slowly leans in towards me and as we were almost about to kiss, we stop in our places.

"Maaaaybe we should go inside in case anyone comes by and sees us making out." He suggests. 

I pull out my key and slide it into the keyhole. It unlocks and I take it out after we walk in. 

And here we are again. Same position as last time. But instead of what happened outside, he grabbed my face and kissed me. Soon, the kisses became rougher. Next thing you know, I was thrown onto my bed and clothes were completely forgotten about. He continued to kiss me rough and passionate as he explored me. 

This was my first time. 

My "actual" first time. 

Not some drunk moment with a guy you first met. 

Not a co-worker imitating a friend to rape you. 

My real first time. 

The one I agreed to give my virginity to. 

It wasn't going downhill, it was going...


A/N: starting your day with a little Zritta (Zayn and Britta. I forget who came up with it, but you are smart). You know you love me. This was an original idea from when the idea of a karaoke club came in my head. But yes, they did sleep together ;) 
So I'm making this short. No update today (Saturday). At Cedar Point all day and then a sleepover at my friend Meredith's house. 
Thanks for reading! Peace out, love pizza!

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