Claiming Me

Isabelle has fears. One of them coming up soon. The Claiming Game, where she doesn't want the highschool heartthrobs - Harry, Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis - to claim her. Fears will be faced. - Cover by Ratohnhake;ton -


9. Sneaky Glances

Zayn's P.O.V. **

When I woke, Izzy was still in my arms. She looked so peaceful, it made me want to go back to sleep; so I didn't ruin her beauty sleep. I just starred at her, and kissed her on the top of the head. Luckily, there were no motions from her, I didn't want to be the one to wake her up. It was a positively beautiful sight; so I went back to sleep. As I closed my eyes, I felt her lips pucker on my chest. God, I think I'm falling for this girl, a huge kind, like a girl would say, head over heels.

I wanted to kiss her cheek, and call her my nickname for her: Belle. I decided against, just falling asleep.


Izzy's P.O.V **

Zayn was looking at me; he kissed my scalp. After awhile, I kissed his chest, a soft one. He was truly my favorite, Zayn snuggled me close. Maybe I would ask to stay longer-because I dreded who was next: Harry, the ultimate player of them all. Putting my word on this, I swear, a new girl is draped over him everyday; maybe every hour. Still none of that mattered; I wanted to stay with Zayn. He let me be myself. He's my Peeta, my Tobias. If I were to kill him, I would feel like killing myself. It seemed he was my Earth; even though I barely knew anything about him.

I propped myself up on my elbow, so I could place my head near his neck. When I did it, I kissed it ever-so-lightly and tried to awake him. I was starving; and I was in the mood for French toast. When he finally woke-I had to blow on the back of his neck-he hugged me tight. "Want me to make some French toast?" I asked, "Yes," Zayn mumbled.

Kissing his cheek, blushing when I did, and I finally got out of bed, realizing I had kicked off my pants; probably mid-night, when I sometimes slept-walk. Once again I blushed, and Zayn was checking me out. Zayn got up, "I'll help you look for them," he said. "Thanks," I whispered. Zayn found them and gave them to me. Wait, no, he was going to put them on me. This was akward; but he kept waiting. I put my hand on his shoulder, and put one leg in one hole. Same with the other, and I was out the door; making French toast with Zayn. He wasn't a bad cook, and at the same time, wasn't the greatest.

After several minutes of making a heaping pile of French toast, we heard Zayn's sisters come of their rooms, and out to eat. When they all got their food, there were a chorus of 'yums'. Smiling, I high-fived Zayn, indicating that we did good. When I reached for a high-five, he pulled me into a hug. What a friendly thing to do. After all the pieces of French toast were gone, I asked Zayn a question, "Want to play a game of 20 Questions?" He nodded, and I sighed, in joy.

We went on the porch to start playing our 20 Questions.....

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