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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.


32. Birthday

Zoe's POV

Enjoying a cold can of coke and celebrating the nice sunny weather and the fact that it's weekend again, Tamara, Danielle and I sit under the big birch tree in the park, cheering on the boys who are kicking a football around. 

The music from the stereo niall has brought, fills the air and blends with the sound of the singing birds. The air is thick with the smell of freshly mown grass. The smell of summer. 

Niall dramatically sings along to the music while Louis laughs hysterically at Harry's attempt of kicking the ball to him and past Liam. He's terrible, but seems to know it. 

Admitting his defeat, Harry joins us under the tree, and grab a can of coke from the stash in Louis' backpack. He looks nice in his shorts and black T-shirt, his hair ruffled, sticking to his temples. 

- "Better just join you ladies," he grins and lies flat down on his back, his arms behind his neck.

After awhile the rest of the boys sit down in the shadow of the old tree as well. 
We talk about school and our plans for the weekend and the upcoming holiday, while Danielle clicks pictures of us.

I have dinner plans with Zayn tonight, but I don't feel like mentioning it. 

Niall wraps his arm around Tamara and she leans into him, and I give her a little smile which she returns.The others seem to notice it as well, though I'm happy they just let them be and don't comment on it. 
Only there is ever so spontaneous but lovely Louis.

- "Are you two dating? I've seen you kiss," he asks, and Niall and Tamara both tense. They clearly haven't talked it through. Me and the others just cringe. You can literally cut through the awkwardness in the air.

- "Ok then, sorry I asked," he says, sounding just as cheerful as always, playing with the football.

Having recovered, Tamara speaks; 
- "Oh and Harry, Lynn asked about you again," she says teasingly. I recall Lynn as the blonde girl from English class. The girl Tamara thought Harry should take to the school party.

- "Yea?" he says, trying not to sound too rejective.

- "So? You should take her out!" She says eagerly.
Harry cringe, and I feel for him, I really do. 

- "I don't know," he says, which is clearly a no.

- "Oh come on Harry, you used to chase her around in the early grades," Tamara giggles.

I glance at Louis, who sits quietly, pulling out grass, and making a pile of it next to his foot.


Harry's POV
[Two hours ago]

I pull away from our heated make out session, and look around to see if there's anyone in sight.
- "Come on, they aren't gonna be here until 10 minutes," Louis laughs. We had all agreed to meet here, by our usual spot under the birch at 2:30.

- "Then why can't we just go inside and.. do this," I groan. We both live just down the street from here anyway. It's silly.

- "This is more exciting, don't you think?" he says and I shake my head. I always knew he was a bit crazy. 

He pushes me gently down to lie in the grass, kissing me deeper and deeper. I can feel the soft grass tickle my neck and my legs, and I catch myself grabbing a handful of it. 
- "Just relax," He runs his hand up my torso under my T-shirt, feeling the contours of my abs with his smooth fingers.

His hand travels down my body following my V-line down into my shorts, until I stop him.
- "We are not doing that.. here," I say, my voice breaking, as I try to resist the need of his touch.

He tugs at the waistband of my boxers, teasing me, and I let out a groan.

- "But you want to," He says, and I open my eyes that I didn't even know I had closed, and discover that I have grown a huge bulge in my shorts.

He wraps his hand around my bulge.
- "Don't you?" he grins and cute wrinkles appear around his eyes as he smile.
Instead of agreeing I just release another groan and give in to the pleasure. 

- "Don't expect to get anything in return," I joke as he button down my shorts and reach into my boxers and take me into his mouth. 

I can't believe we are doing this. Outside. It feels wrong but yet his lips feel so good around me, with his tongue rubbing the sensitive head. I groan his name as he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder. The pleasure is indescribable. 

I reach down to fist his hair, as he start bobbing his head up and down my length, taking me in as deep as he can. I desperately lift my hips up off the grass to thrust into his mouth.

I close my eyes feeling myself getting closer to my climax, as he takes me out of his mouth, leaving me breathing hard and trembling with the lack of friction. I open my eyes, to see the teasing look in his eyes. I feel the fast throbbing in my dick, and I whimper, wanting him to let me come.

Slowly he begins running his tongue up the side of it, and the blow cold air onto the wet trail. I wince. My heart is almost beating out of my chest, and I'm throbbing so bad of anticipation that the lightest touch would make me cum. I breathe in through my teeth, and let the air out in a shaky breath.

- "Please," I beg.

At my words, Louis reaches around my dick with his hand and sucks so hard on the head that the pleasure almost hurts. 

- "Fuck!" I cry out, throwing my head back as I am overpowered by a raging orgasm, and shoot my load on Louis' hot tongue. 


Zoe's POV

After having spend the entire day in the park with my friends, I decide to take a quick shower before my date with Zayn. 

I do my make-up and create some waves to my otherwise straight hair, and put on a cute top and some skinny jeans. Good to go.

The doorbell goes off and I run downstairs, and open for him. He looks so handsome dressed all in black. After complimenting me, and kissing me, we get in the car and a bit later he pulls in at a romantic looking Italian restaurant. 

- "Looks nice," I say, slightly impressed.

- "Yea," he chuckles. "It was actually Liam who recommended this place," he admits, looking down. 

- "So you're really, like friends again?" I ask. I hope they are, then at least one of my friends like him just a little bit. 

- "Yea I thinks so," he smiles. 

The doorman says something to Zayn in Italian as he opens the door for us, and we both just nod and smile.

- "He thinks you're Italian," I giggle.

- "Shut up," he says, amusement in his voice.
A blonde male waiter asks for Zayn's name and takes us to a table in the back, giving us each a menu. 

Having decided what to order, a young female waitress approaches our table with a note pad in hand. She doesn't look much older than us. 

- "Are you ready to order?" she asks, in a highly professional voice.

She scribbles our orders down on her note pad. 
- "Thank you," she says, looking back up from her note pad, to collect the menus from our table. Her eyes widen when her eyes meet Zayn's, and her cheeks immediately redden. She recognizes him.

Suddenly I catch myself looking at her up and down. She's pretty without doubt. The way dirty blonde hair is tied up into a high ponytail, makes her blue eyes pop, and makes her high cheek bones even more prominent.

I look at Zayn who sits opposite to me with a raised eyebrow.
- "Can I help you?" he says, and I cringe at his rudeness, but also I enjoy it just a little bit. 

She blushes even more, and then her eyes meet mine, as she shoot me a glance that I can't read, and gets back to work.

- "You know her?" I ask, trying to catch Zayn eyes.

- "No, should I?" he says leaning back in his chair. 

- "Well she obviously knew you," I say, and finally his eyes connects with mine.

- "I don't know, just some girl I once met a party," he admits. One out of many apparently, I speak in my head.

- "Seemed like a little more than that," I snap at him, even though I didn't mean to.

- "Are you asking if I have slept with her?" I just look at him. I guess that is what I'm asking. "I don't know, maybe, can we not talk about this?" What does he mean "I don't know"? Is he telling me that can't even remember who he has slept with and who he has not?

We change the subject and talk about the upcoming holiday instead, as our food arrives. I tell him that I'm going to be spending a couple of days at Kayla's house, and then spend the rest at home. He hasn't got any plans.


It's dark and the air is cold and wet when he walks me to my door. But his hand is warm. 
He plants a light kiss on my lips, and looks down at our entwined hands.
- "Actually I turned 19 today," he says. 

- "What!? Why didn't you tell me?" I say, but I can't stop smiling, at the thought that he decided to spend it with me.

- "I don't really like making a big deal out of it," he shrugs.

- "Well.. Happy birthday!" I say and pull him in for another kiss. "I'm not letting you in though," I joke.

- "No I wasn't.." he says in a serious tone, but smile when he realize I was just teasing him. "Funny,"


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