She's not afraid.

"You know." I said calmly behind her, "We still have 3 hours before Louis comes home, let's go to the club."
She turned off the sink and then faced me as she leaned on the counter drying her hands on a small towel.
"I would rather make out with you than go to that stupid club." She smirked laying the towel to the side.
"Well," I smirked walking towards her, "We have time for that too."
Before she could say anything my lips had already crashed with hers. My tongue touched her lips in permission to enter and she opened her mouth. I slid my tongue inside her mouth and touched her tongue.
I grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up to the counter, without hesitating she placed her legs around my waist and hands around my neck pulling me even closer to her.
I started kissing her neck, "Zayn.." She moaned as I got a little smile while kissing her neck.
"Mhmm?" I mumbled as she pushed me back.
"Let's go to the club." She smirked and jumped down from the counter.


16. It's not real.

Annabelle's P.O.V

I woke up by someone knocking on my bedroomdoor. "Who is it?" I groaned as I heard someone chuckling.

"Your one and only." I heard Zayn's voice giggle from outside.

"Well, he can't come in!" I shouted but he ignored me.

Opening the door, shirtless Zayn walked in with a smirk. He sat down on the bedside next to where I was laying.

"What do you want." I groaned placing my pillow over my head.

"I want to paint." He smiled as I removed the pillow furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"You what?" I asked actually heard what he said.

"Paint." He repeated as he stood up.

I shrugged my shoulders as I got up too. We walked out to the livingroom, Louis and Claire was probably at work. I brought my painting set with me and placed it in front of him.

"There." I said dryly and layed down on the couch picking up my book.

Suddenly he grabbed my book placing it down on the table again, "Paint with me." He smiled as I rolled my eyes, "Fine." I groaned walking over to the set.

We took each our brush, "You paint first, then I'll copy yours." Zayn spoke as I nodded.

I started to paint, a freeway, with no cars, and only a shadow sitting in the middle of it. It was dark outside with only telegraph pole on the side. The moon were on the black sky with a couple of stars around.

"What does it mean?" Zayn asked from behind me as I placed the brush down.

"It's you." I smiled looking at my art.

"Me?" He asked as I nodded and turned around looking at the confused Zayn.

"It might seem that you're having fun being drunk and fucking womans, but in reality, you're alone, no one here to support you on what you do.." I spoke as he looked over at the paint.

I looked at him, he got a little upset, then I picked up the brush again, starting to paint a car coming towards him.

"What's that?" He whispered as I placed the brush down.

"That's me.." I smiled as he raised his eyebrows.

"You wanna hit me with a car or something?" He asked as I shook my head laughing.

"No, I'm picking you up. Because I care about you, I'm your friend Zayn." I told him as he got a smile on his face.

But that smile was new, it wasn't the 'flirting' or 'partying' or 'sleep with me' smile. That smile was a 'I'm your friend too' smile.

He came towards me and grabbed my hands bringing them up to his chest.

"I like you. You're having so much fun by the smallest things. I find that fascinating." He whispered looking me into my eyes.

"I want more... Annabelle." He smiled as I pulled my hands away from him and shook my head.

"It's not real.." I whispered taking a few steps back before walking back into my bedroom.

I locked the door and layed down on my bed looking up at the ceiling. What if the things he said, was true? Does he really like me? Or does he just want me in bed?... Sometimes he's so confusing.

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