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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.

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26. Night out/in

Guys I'm so sorry I haven't been updating, but I've had this huge history paper to write :/ xX Warning: BoyxBoy ______________________________ Walking towards my locker I bump into someone, a girl. I drop my books and by reflex I bend down to pick them up. Having picked up my books, I look up at a familiar dark haired girl. Jade. - "Careful," she says, crossing her arms over her ever so exposed cleavage. She gives me an amused smirk, and I can't help but feel like a 5 year old somehow. - "Hey, it was Zoe right? Zayn's new girl?" She suddenly asks as if she just now realized who I am. The way she refers to me as Zayn's new girl is clearly an insult, suggesting I'm his new slut or whatever, but she's smiling like if she gave me a compliment. Fake. - "Well yea?"I say matter of factly, straightening my posture to look more confident. - "As you might know, Zayn and I used to date, but don't worry, we're both over it. It was more a physical relationship really," Ok? She's still acting friendly. I think back on how my friends had said that she always chased him around like a dog. It strangely calms me, as well as the fact that she's clearly jealous, or else she wouldn't be talking to me right now, we're not exactly alike. I reach for my locker, and get it open, praying for her to go away, but she doesn't. - "He's good in bed though, right?" I almost drop my jaw. Does she really think I wanna discuss these kinds of things with his ex!? Does she not have a filter? I raise my eyebrow at her trying to act cool, but to my terror I feel my cheek redden. She opens her mouth in surprise, - "Oh, you haven't slept with him yet?" she tries to sound surprised but it comes out fake and mockingly. She probably figured already, and just wanted to rub it in my face, wanting me to feel like I'm a little girl and scare me away. - "Well then, you should probably hurry up.. He isn't very patient. He gets bored easily,". Finally she walks away, disappearing into the crowd of students leaving for the next class. Bitch. Next second I feel Zayn's arms wrapping around me from the back, his hot breath in my ear. - "Hey babe," he whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine. He turns me around so that we face eachother, and he places a lingering kiss on my lips. - "Hey," I say, his presence already lightening my mood. He's wearing his hair down today. The way it falls down on his forehead makes him look almost adorable compared to his usual sexy quiff. - "Hey," I say, smiling. - "I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight? We could go out and watch a movie if you wan't?" his eyes are on my lips, his arms around my lower back. - "Are you asking me out on a date?" I tease, and he smiles with me. "I'd like that," - "It's about time," he gives my hand a squeeze, kisses me goodbye and walk to class, but turns around to call "Pick you up at 8?" I not and make it to my next lesson as well. ** My mum is in the living room when I get home from school. She sits on the couch buried in her paperwork. I give her a hug and first now I realize just how little time I've spend with my family lately. My parents have both been really busy with work - my dad has a long way to work now, and my mum is probably beyond stressed from her new one. Also Lucas is constantly sitting in front of the television but I'm not the one raising him so I let him be. I join my mum on the couch and grabs an apple from the bowl on the table in front of me. She looks tired. - "How's the new job going?" I take a bite of my apple. - "Actually, it's going really good, just a bit busy as you see," she gestures towards the pile of paperwork in front of her. - "So anything new in school?" she types on her laptop while talking. - "Party on Saturday," I take another bite, "And Zayn's taking me to see a movie tonight," she looks at me, narrowing her brows. Without really wanting to, I roll my eyes, raising my eyebrows. - "What?" She get back to her computer, shrugging. Obviously she doesn't approve of Zayn, but she doesn't say anything which is just as annoying as if she did. ** What. To. Wear. I look inside my closet scratching the back of my head. Well it's just a movie, so not a dress. Something more relaxed - yet sexy? Anyway I don't wear dresses much. I put on my black skinny jeans that has a slight leather look, without being too much, and put on a cute white top along with my denim jacket. I let Zayn's bad boy look inspire me, and I put on some eyeliner and ruffle my hair a bit before gathering it into the messy bun that I mastered during the summer. To be honest I actually look quite sexy. I hear Zayn's car pull over, and I run downstairs, butterflies in my stomach. My mum is in her office, so I knock on the door and say a quick goodbye. - "Have fun," The doorbell goes off and I open the door, facing Zayn who looks amazing and even more mysterious in the dark. His hair is up again, and he's wearing his leather jacket with his jeans. His stubble makes his jawline look even sharper and his eyes are dark and intense. He looks at me up and down, running his tongue over his bottom lip. - "You look gorgeous," he bites into his lip. "Sexy," he adds. He holds his hand out for me to take it, and I do. - "Thank you," ** Harry's POV - "No, I'm pretty sure the vikings were before the Middle Ages," I grin, pointing out to Louis that's he's all wrong. Louis' lack of knowledge in history amuses us both I think. I'm helping Louis out with his history paper that we did when he was 'sick'. Though we weren't given the same periods of history to write about. - "Google it," I add. Louis sighs, resting his chin on his fist, lying in front of his laptop on his stomach on my bed. I sit next to him with my own laptop on my lap since he begged me to help him out. - "It's late, can't we say it's all for today, I can't concentrate any longer," he groans. - "Let's just finish this part ok?" He's always this unmotivated when it comes to homework, I'm quite the opposite I reckon, though I love to help. We sit in silence for a while, while Louis types in a bit more and then slams the lid of his laptop closed. I shake my head but close mine as well. - "You know the paper is due Friday right?" - "You sound like my mum," he places his laptop on the floor, and pulls me close. His blue eyes look ever deeper in the dim light than usual. "But thanks for the help, geek," he gives me a cheeky smile and pulls me in for a kiss. I get my laptop off my lap and start kissing Louis back, loving the way his tongue slides over my bottom lip, waiting for me to let him in. I do, and we start making out, more desperately. One of my hands play with his fingertips, as the other cup his jaw, and travels to his neck pulling him closer. He lies down, with a hand around my neck and I place myself on top of him, our mouths still attached. I start sending kisses down his throat as he removes my shirt. I slowly remove his shirt as well, sliding my hands over his naked skin, as I feel myself growing harder. Fisting my curls, I hear Louis release a moan from underneath me, when my crotch accidentally grinds against his. I look into his lustful eyes and do this once again, making him arch his hips upwards to meet mine again, desperate for friction. Quickly I get off him to remove my tight jeans, and he does the same. We keep our boxers on, both of our erections evident through the thin fabric. I place myself on top of him again, now resting my entire body weight onto him, as he hides his face in my neck kissing and nipping on the sensitive skin. I bite my lip to hold back a groan, as I start grinding my hips against his a bit harder. The friction feels so real and great that I find myself closing my eyes and giving myself completely to this feeling of complete pleasure. I wrap my arms around him, making every inch of our bodies touch, as I step up the rhythm of my hips. I bury my head in the crease between his neck and his shoulder, and breathe in the smell of him. I feel the beat of his heart increase and his hands flat on my back pressing me even harder against him. I can hear him panting desperately in my ear, letting me know he's close. I let my hand travel down feeling the contours of his torso. I feel the waistband of his boxers, and I let my hand slide into them and finish him off by pumping him a few times.
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