Don't Tempt Me

I had everything going for me until my father died when I was 11. He tucked me in, he kissed my forehead, he gave me hugs, and he was my number one supporter. Now all I am is a bad girl. I used to be a good girl like the ones I would make fun of now. I don't care what people think of me wearing those short shorts that showed my smileys or wearing those low cut shirts that made it known that I had boobs. I hear them talking in the halls sometimes in my way to class. Comments about me weren't always bad. And there is no way in Hell my reputation could ever be turned around.

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5. His house

Maia's POV

His house was small and cute. There was a little cobble stone walkway up to his front door. I was shocked he hadn't bought his own house yet even though he was an international popstar. I guess he's waiting to graduate first? We walked though the front door.

"Hi mum, I'm home," for once I could hear the difference in his accent then in mine, "I'll take you to my room."

I nodded my head. When I got in his room. It was completely neat surprisingly. I still can't believe that he was able to become famous practically overnight with this boy band of his. They just started out but everybody knows them. He sat down in a chair by his bed and I rested on his bed. After a while, I realized that laying down probably wasn't the best decision because my eyes felt heavy from the tiny bit of alcohol I had back at the party. I wanted to fall asleep and I can't just fall asleep at a strangers house.

"Nice room," I said as away out of an awkward silence.

"Thanks...ummm...did you want to change out of that?" He said as he looked me up and down. At first I was confused what he was saying, but then I looked again, and I had spilled beer all over my shirt. How didn't I notice that?

"Uhhh...are you sure?" He just nodded politely and opened a door connected to his room.

"And if you want to wash up. Here's the bathroom."

I closed the door and quickly rinsed my body off and didn't bother washing my hair. I was looking around for towels and couldn't find any. Shit! I opened the door slightly and looked out to the room. No ones there thank God! I ran out and looked for anything to cover me up, my hair getting a little damp as it laid on my back. Then I heard the door start to open. I quickly jumped onto his bed and laid under his covers.

"Hello, Zayn?" I young girl walked into Zayn's room and looked right at me, "oh!.....are you Zayn's girlfriend? I bet you are. You are super pretty. You don't look like other girls he's dated before," she kept talking super fast, "Mom!" She yelled. "Zayn has his girlfriend over," and then she ran out of the room.

I quickly ran and closed the foot and looked through his drawers and found a blue big t-shirt. The door opened again before I could find pants. Well at least I had my bra and panties on...this time it was Zayn. He wore a towel from his hip down, but the wrest of his body was bare and was tatted up. I took a big gulp when I saw his abs and his V line that ran down his stomach. He still had water dripping down his chest and in his hair.

"Oh sorry....I..uhhh...umm."

"I gosh no I'm sorry," I said.

"Why did you pick that shirt?"





Zayn's POV

"Why did you pick that shirt?" I said. That was my favorite shirt. It looked so cute on her. I always found it adorable when girls wore my big shirts.

"I uhhh liked this one the best I guess?" She said. She looked so petite. I had a huge urge to pick her up and spin her around. We staring for along time.

"Could I put some clothes on real quick?"

"Ya sure sorry," she replied

I quickly throw some clothes on and look at her again.

"Oh by the way your sister came into your room and saw me...she thinks we are dating," she blushed. cute? Her blush and smile is beautiful. For once she didn't look like a complete idiot. Why did she wear all that make up or those shorts or shirts? She was so beautiful natural. Even though she had no shorts or pants on...

"Oh that's awkward. I'll clear that up," I smiled and joked a little. Why I am thinking this way of her? She isn't a girl I would date. Is she? And if I did like her would it work out with the band?

"Ya," she said and giggled.

She laid in the bed again and looked at me. I looked right into her eyes, and they sparked in mine. I felt stuck in the moment. I laid down right next to her on the bed.

"Sooooo...who was that guy back there?"

"My ex. He's a jerk right?"

"Ya definitely," I said and looked into her eyes again. They told so much, a story. She looked broken inside. I want to help fix it no matter what. Maybe I'm wrong about her? She's different around me and different now then at the party. We were so close I could hear her heart beat and her breath. I touched her cheek slightly and but my lip.




Maia's POV

He's about to kiss me. I just know it. I hope he doesn't. His lips started to move closer to mine, and I felt myself being reeled in and wanting to touch his lips and loose myself. I closed my eyes but right as our lips were about to touch, I pulled away. Uggggg why am I so complicated?

"Huh," was all he made out.

"I'm sorry that was my fault...I just... never had my first kiss yet..."

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