Rebellious, Beautiful, and Insecure

Alex and Amber are sisters. They are twins actually, Alex being twenty minutes older. Amber is always going, going, going with boys. But Alex rarely even goes on dates - and for a reason. The two sisters get jobs working for One Direction and the boys are quick to fall for them. Will Alex let her guard down and fall for the boy? Or will her past keep her from ever finding love? Travel along these girls' journey as teenagers, getting caught in fame, mystery, and intensity.


33. Lies *warning some sexual content*

Inside, I head to Zayn's room and change into my white nightie. It's really cute and short - and very sexy. I wasn't planning on having sex with Zayn tonight, but it's fun watching his eyes pop. I let my hair loose from the bun and comb it with my fingers, trying to tame the free-flowing curls. I slip off my heels and rub my feet for a moment - they're aching a little bit from the stilettos.

Once I'm done I plug in my iPhone and then head to Zayn's kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I'm reaching in the fridge to grab one, when I hear the door to his flat open. I boost myself up on the counter and take a sip of my water, while watching him take off his shoes and jacket. He slips off the tie and begins to unbutton his shirt. I get frustrated with myself for enjoying this sight when I'm supposed to be mad at him. 

He finally notices me and as I expected his eyes pop. I would've smiled, but I was pissed that he lied. He walks over to me slowly, knowing that he is in trouble. He stands right in front of me, about an inch away. I put the water bottle aside.

"Why did you lie to me?" I ask him quietly.

"I didn-"He starts to say.

"Zayn." I look him straight in the eyes. He sighs.

"I'm sorry," He says.

"For what?" I snap quietly. He takes my hands. I start to pull them away, but he holds onto them tightly.

"For smoking cigarettes," He answers. 

"Zayn, you're missing the whole point!" I exclaim. I reach up and touch his face. "I'm not mad because you smoke cigarettes. I'm mad because you lied about it," I tell him.

"I didn't want you to know about my bad habit," He says embarrassed. 

"A relationship is based on trust Zayn. And I trust you to tell the truth - which you didn't," I reply, pulling my hands away from him.

"I'm sorry Alex," He says, as I see his eyes beginning to water. "Really, I am." He looks away, not wanting me to see him like this. 

I reach up and cradle his chin in my palm, turning him back to me. A tear travels down his cheek slowly. I wipe it away with my thumb. I get off of the counter and move over to the couch, leading him by the hand.

I sit down on the couch and he sits next to me, but lays his head in my lap. "Don't even try to lie because I can tell when you do most of the time," I tell him, softly but firmly.

"I won't," He whispers. I trace patterns on his side with my finger for a little while. "I know smoking is bad, I just can't stop," He says.

"Zayn, smoking isn't the best habit in the world, but I'm not going to stop liking you because you smoke," I tell him.

"I can't cope any other way. Just, cigarettes have always been there for me," He explains.

"Zayn, it's okay," I assure him as his tears start again. After a while he calms down and sits up. He finishes taking off his shirt and slides off his pants, hanging them on the end of the couch. 

"Did you have fun tonight?" He asks me, laying down on the couch and pulling me on top of him. 

"Yes. I still think that cheesecake thing was cliche though," I giggle. I realize his hands are on my bum while I'm talking. Casually I brush them off with my hand and his hands move to my waist. "I don't think your hands need to be there," I laugh.

"It was worth a shot," He chuckles.

"Who was that girl today?" I ask him, the thought occurring randomly. 

"Perrie?" He asks. I nod. "She's my ex-girlfriend from a while ago. She refuses to leave me alone," He informs me.

"Why'd you guys break up?" I inquire.

"She cheated on me," He answers. I can tell he's growing uncomfortable with the subject. 

"She's a cunt," I say, beginning to get up.

"Where are we going?" He asks.

"Um... to the bedroom," I answer as if it's obvious.

"Oh," He says. "Well in that case," He pauses, getting in front of me and picking me up. His hands are under my butt and I wrap my legs around his waist. "Am I allowed to kiss you now?" He asks. "Actually, I don't even care," He answers himself, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me.

I smile against his lips and tangle my fingers through his hair. I feel him squeeze my bum while we kiss, but at this moment I don't really care. He carries me to the bedroom and puts me down on the bed, still kissing me. 

He starts kissing my neck and I let out a small moan. Neck kisses have always been my weak spot. He moves to my collarbone, his hand trailing up and down my side. After a few minutes he moves back up and kisses my lips. I smile slightly as he presses his tongue against my lips, asking for entrance. I part my lips slightly and our tongues dance with each other.

I turn over so that I'm on top of Zayn instead of him being in top of me. I stop for a second and just look down at him. My hair falls to the side of me, acting like a shield between Zayn and I and the rest of the world. 

"You okay?" He asks me gently. I smile and nod.

I move my head down and kiss right below his ear. He let's out a moan. I smile and kiss along his jawline. His hands squeeze my bum as he continues letting out moans. I start kissing his collarbone and move down his chest.

I leave a hickey or two on his chest as I trail down. I realize my hand is on his - piece - as I get closer to his V line. "Alex," He moans my name as I kiss right above where his boxers are. I feel his bulge grow and start laughing, moving up to kiss his lips again.

I collapse on top of him and he wraps his arms around me, pulling up the blankets around us. "You, are such a tease," He breathes, trying to catch his breath.

I put my hand on the side of his cheek and nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck. "You love it," I smile, suddenly tired from this all.

He tightens his arms around me and I feel completely safe - something I haven't felt in a while. "Good night doll," He whispers. I slide my hand to his chest and start to relax, already half-asleep. 

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