We stumbled into the street laughing.
“SO DON’T YOU LEAVE ME BROKENHEARTED” I sang at the top of my lungs. I wasn’t exactly drunk but I wouldn’t say that I was safe to drive either. The others laughed with me. Niall had practically drank half the club, Zayn had his fair share of alcohol too and Harry had a few too many as well. Liam, however, did not touch the stuff. And he was assigned the designated driver for tonight, so he couldn’t drink even if he wanted to.
We piled into the car, still laughing our heads off. When we arrived, we piled into the house and stopped laughing abruptly. Then we parted ways. My cheeks hurt so badly from smiling and I think the smile was frozen on my face too. I forced my face to relax and yawned. I stumbled into Zayn’s room to see him standing at his window. His back was to me and he was tense all over. I frowned.
“What’s wrong, Zaynie?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to not steal you from Niall?” He said, still facing the window. I smiled. My plan worked. “How hard it was for me not to take you then and there? How hard it was for me to just stand there and watch you with Niall?”
I giggled. And the next thing I knew, Zayn was in front of me and I was pushed up against the wall. His arms were on either side of me, caging me in his strong arms. He put his mouth against mine and he kissed me with a raw passion. I gasped at the force and intensity but soon melted into the kiss and I opened my mouth, giving him full access. I ran my hand through his tousled hair and grabbed a handful. Zayn growled in the back of his throat and ran his hand up thigh and hitched me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to his bed. He pulled away only to take off his shirt and I ran my hand down his perfectly toned chest. No amount of tattoos could ruin it. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him down to me. I kissed him and wrapped my legs around his torso.
I shimmied out of my dress and smiled. I wished I had worn something more sexy and flattering instead of a plain white bra and Bonds underwear but Zayn looked at me like I was some beauty goddess.
“What?” I asked, giggling and blushing.
“Have I told you how much I love you?”
“I think you might have mentioned once or twice” I said, looking to the side and bit my lip.
“You” Zayn leant down and kissed my v-line. “Are” He kissed my stomach and my back arched. “So” He kissed my chest and my heart sped up. “Fucking” He kissed my neck and I moaned. “Beautiful” He said, kissing me on the lips. I tugged at his jeans, begging him to take it off. “Are you sure?” He asked me. In response, I sat up and pushed him down. I ran my tongue up his chest and he moaned. He sat up and took his jeans off in record speed. The only thing left between us now was our undergarments. Our bodies moved in sync. There was pain at first but it didn’t last until it turned into complete pleasure.
Afterwards, I was curled up against Zayn while he rubbed my arms.
“Wow” I sighed. No other words could sum up what I felt right now.
“Yeah” Zayn said, kissing the back of my head.
“Do you know how much I love you?” I asked him, turning around to face him.
“I think I have a vague idea” He said, chuckling.
I kissed him on the mouth and we broke apart after a few seconds.
“I love you so freaking much, Ash”
“I love you too, babe” I said, smiling and I fell asleep listening to Zayn’s steady heartbeat. Little did I know, though, that this wouldn’t last forever…