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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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He ignores the call with a quick finger on the screen and faces me. His eyes dart from the tiny bag to me, and I catch a shadow of fear in his bright eyes. 
- "Do you take this?" 


- "No," he replies a bit too quickly.


I sigh. Still holding the bag out, making sure to only touch it with my fingertips as if it would etch my fingers away if I touched it.


- "Seriously Zayn, are you on drugs!?" I feel the doubt and disappointment overwhelming me. Maybe he isn't willing to change at all.


He reaches out and snatches the drugs from me, and walks over to open a drawer in his dresser. He hides the drugs under a pile of T-shirts.


I get off the bed and start pacing back and forth in the room in front of Zayn.


- "You don't understand. It's no big deal," he shrugs, but I can tell I wasn't supposed to find out, since his eyes avoid mine, embarrassed.


- "Can't you see how fucking stupid that is of you Zayn? Imagine how bad it will look if somebody catches you with this on you?" I didn't mean to swear at him, but I just can't make any sense of it. 


We sit in an awkward silence for awhile. 


- "I'm trying ok. I've cut down on it, I'm not really taking them anymore," he sounds sad, looking down at his hands like a little hurt boy. Even though I actually want to this time - I can't get myself to judge him, though I know I probably should. All I want is to comfort him and let him know it's alright.


- "You're not still doing that dealing thing, are you?" I ask, squinting my eyes at him.


- "No," his voice is calm and honest. "Really. I swear ok?".


I go back to sit on his bed again, next to him. I don't know if I should touch him or not, so I just sit.



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Zayn's POV



My hands are on her hips as we start off another make out session. It feels so good touching her skin, and feel her body so close to mine. I want her so bad that the faintest touch by her makes the skin all over my body burn and tickle with lust, making my pants grow tighter. 


I can tell she's a virgin, which I think is quite cute. She is untouched, innocent, and it makes me want her so much more for some reason. I wanna show her that I can make her feel good.


I know I have to go slow, and be patient and all that, but it's so hard with the hormones raging my body. And come on, I am a guy. 


She puts her hand onto the back of my head as I deepen the kiss even more. I feel her fingers tugging at my hair - something I've found she likes - and realize now is my chance to try out my luck.


I carefully put my arm around her lower back, making her lie down on the bed beside me. I keep my arm around her waist as I hover over her, resting my weight onto my right elbow. 


She looks beautiful. Her wavy brown hair is spread out on the pillow and her brown, innocent eyes looks at me with admiration, and something I can't quite put my finger on - but gives me the idea that she is not 100% comfortable with the situation. I smirk at her, trying to make her nervousnessdisappear or is it fear? I bow down to attach my mouth to hers again.


Her fingers start to travel, curiously exploring my back and torso, as I bury my face in her neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. I feel her nails dig into my back, and I hear a faint sob as I suck at her neck, making the blood run to the surface. 
Marking her. Mine.


I quickly sit up, pulling my T-shirt over my head, dumping it on the floor. Her eyes take in my torso, and my tattoos. I smirk down at her again. 


I shift my weight, and put one leg between hers, now laying almost on top of her, entangling our legs. I lower my body lightly on top of her's, resting my weight on both my elbows, hoping the fact that I'm on top of her won't freak her out. I continue sending wet trails up her throat, to her jaw, as the tingling feeling in my pants becomes almost too much. 


I let my right hand travel down to the hem of her top, putting a bit more weight on her, kissing her again. I caress the skin of her stomach, and slowly I trace my light touch upwards towards her bra. I open my eyes to see if she's freaking out. But her eyes are closed, so I keep kissing her with more and more passion.


I reach up and cup one of her breasts on top of her bra, and I catch myself in softly pressing my crotch against her right knee in a slow thrust. The friction makes my entire body convulse in pleasure, and I breathe into her mouth and bite her lip. I feel my erection throbbing in the tight space of my jeans, desperate for more contact. The rush I'm feeling can never be replaced by any drug.


I grab her hips, pulling her towards me and place my body between her legs. In a quick dominant motion I spread her legs, making her wrap them around me. I feel my erection touching her sex through the fabric of my jeans and her leggings. I bite my lip, lust filling my every cell. I moan, as I lean down to kiss her again, pressing my body entirely against hers, but her eyes are wide open.
Was I too rough?


I frown, opening my mouth to speak, just as the door flies open. 
Jawaad appears in the door, a cheeky grin on his face.


- "SHIT," I get off Zoe, and pick up my T-shirt from the floor, pressing it against my crotch to hide the prominent bulge in my jeans from my brother. Why the fuck didn't I lock the door!?


- "Oops," he laughs.


- "Fucking knock before you enter you little shit," I hiss, for a brief moment forgetting to act nice in front of Zoe. I push him back, hard and smack the door. No privacy with that little snot around!


- "YOU PROMISED MUM TO TAKE ME TO FOOTBALL PRACTISE!" I sigh and shoot Zoe an apologizing look. I completely forgot about that.

 

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