Passion (15+)

When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


16. Don't forget to love...

Olivia's P.O.V:

I cursed that so called popstar, Zayn Malik, for being such an arrogant idiot, and for believing that he just could come around, and ruin the plans that we had made for this summer. Ruin every single little part of our trip. I was tripping on the inside, I had to have this under control... And ever since Zayn Malik stole Emily's heart away, none of us were able to go out, or well... Not with her, cause she couldn't think of anything but him. It freaked me out. Just the way he looked at her, like she was an angel sent from above, made me wanna vomit. The way her eyes lighted up when he walked into a room that she was in. The way he always had to touch her. It was afternoon, and still I had been all sick about Zayn Malik still being around. Emily was lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, wearing nothing but her underwear. The atmosphere was tense, while I sat in a soft armchair, pressing on the 'next', button on the tv remote. Clara and Jennett were out to buy some food, so we could cook dinner. 

"So, how is it between you and that Zayn Malik guy?" My attempt on being nice failed, badly, when my voice sounded nothing but fucking careless. I didn't even look in Emily's direction. "It's good. Why?" Of course she didn't understand why I even would waste my time asking, and neither did I. "Just asking. After all I care about you," Lie, after lie. Just another stupid lie. Or well, at some point I cared about her, or I used to. But ever since she choose Zayn Malik over us, I just wanted to run her over with his stupid black Range Rover, so badly. "Emiiiiilyyyy?" Zayn Malik's voice broke through the air, making me press my lips together to a thin and hard line. "Yeah, I'm in here!" Emily said, and just the happiness in her voice, when she sat up on the couch, and saw Zayn Malik walking through the door, made me stand up, and rush out of the other door. Just to get away from the livingroom. I couldn't stand being in the same room as him. I escaped into the kitchen, where I sat down on one of the tall bar chairs, that was standing on the other side of the kitchen desk, so you could sit here, while talking to the ones cooking dinner. I rested my head in my hand, while having me elbow on the desk. I could hear the front door open, and a few seconds later Jennett and Clara came walking in, with a lot of white and blue plastic bags, full of food. For the first time I could breathe the air, without breathing the sickness of Zayn Malik and Emily's love, in. Clara's smile was nice, and I fast smiled back. Jennett asked me to come and help carrying a few bags, that was standing outside the house, that they couldn't carry in. 


No one's P.O.V:


There was no doubt about the way that his eyes shined, when he looked at her, that he was in love. No doubt about that she felt the same, cause every time she heard his voice, her heart nervously skipped a beat. His footsteps were silent, as he walked up to the couch where she sat, pulling her legs a bit to the side, making some space for himself. He dumped down, beside her. She pulled her legs up under her and wrapped her arms around them. "Still feeling cold?" His accent made her feel all dizzy, she just shrugged her shoulders. She could smell that he had been smoking, but ignored it. A playful smile appeared on his lips, as he gently placed his right hand on her knee. "How would you feel about meeting the boys tomorrow?" When he asked, her heart stopped beating for a second. Then it started beating fast and uncontrolled. Her tummy was filled with butterflies, and she had to try real hard not to say something stupid, after all she was a huge fan of the band called One Direction, but after meeting Zayn, things seemed to be a bit more normal, that's why she could control herself. If she had met them for at week ago, on the street, she would probably have fangirled so hard. She opened up her mouth, but couldn't find the words to say, even though she was searching around in her head. "We're going on a short camping trip, that we planned a long time ago, I just wondered... You know, if you would wanna go? We can just stay for two nights, or whatever you want." He got nervous that she would thank no, but tried to keep his calm face on. "Sure, it sounds... Just great. I would love to", Her answer was perfect, enough for him to breathe out, feeling relieved, and it didn't make her sound like a total fangirl.


Zayn's P.O.V:



I couldn't let her see that I was going out of my mind, just thinking about sharing tent with her. Just thinking about being away from Olivia, and the way her eyes turned hard, every time I was near. I couldn't wait to get away from here, not that I didn't like the place, I loved it. I liked Clara and Jennett as well, they were being nice to me... But cause of that bitch called Olivia, I felt miserable about being here, and that wasn't the way it was supposed to be. I took my hand away from Emily's knee, and leaned closer to her. She removed her arms from her legs, and stretched them out, so I could 'crawl' over her. I placed my hands on the backrest behind her, while looking into her eyes, so close the her face, that our nose tips were touching. I moved my right hand away from the backrest, and grabbed the blanket between us, then I pulled it aside. I kept eye contact, making the atmosphere lovely. "Have you been smoking?" She asked, and I froze. "Eheh... Yeah, I... I went outside, I ho-" I nervously started, really hoping that she didn't mind, she cut me off by gently placing her lips on mine. I smiled in the middle of the kiss, and then we pulled away. "I don't wanna change a thing about you..." She whispered, and grabbed my hand. I got weak, and kissed her forehead. "So you really don't mind?" I asked. Most people didn't like the fact that I was smoking, and I was well known about how stupid it was, but I couldn't stop... I was addicted. She shrugged her shoulders, "Well... You're a better kisser when you haven't been smoking, but I like you just the way you are," She whispered, making me laugh. "Oh, so I'm a better kisser when I haven't been smoking?" I laughed. "Yeah," She smiled a bit, "I bet I can make you change your mind," Before she got to say anything, I again pressed my lips against hers, but with a lot more passion than before. The tip of my tongue went into her mouth, starting to play around with her tongue. She gently bit my lower lip, making me turned on. It was my weakest spot, lower lip bites. 

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