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.


28. I just want to protect you...

No one's P.O.V:


The rest of the day, they spent wrapped in blankets, no mattress on the floor. Sweet words whispered in a young girls ear, and kisses down her neck, making her forget all the bad things that ever happened. Her hands on his naked chest, as he planted soft kisses on her lips. The flame that was burning, in both of their hearts, like it never could end, never could burn out. 

She was the kinda of girl that you wanted to come home to, the kinda girl that you never wanted to leave. She was the kinda girl that your mom would love. She was his kinda girl... The only one that he shared his world with, expect from four crazy boys. 

His hand up under her shirt, caressing her back, while pressing her body close to his, made her go just as crazy as him. He drove her insane, the way he knew exactly what to do, to make her want him, and love him. She knew - by now - that when the summer would be over, she would break, and she knew that she should've ran away from him, long time ago, before he got her tied up. Like a dog tied to a tree. 

He knew it as well, when she would head out of town, to go to some college in the end of the summer, he wouldn't be strong enough to keep himself together. There was a thing that he knew as well... If the story about her cutting came out, he would really fear her life. If she already was hurting herself, to escape the mental pain, who knew how far she could go? Just thinking about it, killed him on the inside. Losing her, would... would he even survive it? He didn't know. 

The silence between them was comfortable, but he broke it, "Baby, you know I'm such an animal, and just so you know, these teeth won't let you go," He kissed her neck, making her close her eyes, while confusing on his hands on her body. He knew where he had her, turned on, and close... But he choose not to go any further, which made her crazy.

Days passed, and I mean... they passed. The lovers never left his flat, they were just stuck under the covers, in the shower, on the couch and everywhere else, like two pieces of velcro. He kept her safe, refused her to log onto twitter, or even use the computer, cause he was afraid that her almost healed scars would open again, and that she would go crying to bed. He didn't leave her alone, it annoyed her sometimes... and that's how their first fight started, 

"Listen, Zayn! You don't have to be following me all the time!" She hissed, and placed the bowel of cereal on the kitchen desk, then she turned to look at him, with her hands grabbing onto the edge of the desk. "Actually, I have to," His answer didn't seem to make her happy, not at all. She sent him the 'evil-eyes.'

"Babe, I love you... You know that I'm doing this for your best," He moved a bit closer to her, and smiled that innocent, 'sorry' smile. She tiredly shook her head, "Not anymore. I feel like... Like you don't trust me,". 

"What do you mean?" He raised one of his eyebrows, as he placed his cup of tea on the kitchen desk. Digging his hands down in his pockets, of his blue jeans. 

"You clearly don't..." She didn't look at him, she was busy looking for a spoon in the drawers. "Why ain't there any spoons left?!" She got even more pissed, and slammed the drawer. "I don't know, maybe cause the sink is filled with spoons, bowels and plates from the last few days..." The sarcasm in his voice, didn't make her calm down. She was digging her nails into her hands, and she tried to control herself. 

"I want you to let me go home tomorrow," She snapped, while staring at her hands, that were lying on the desk. 

"No way! You're staying..." He didn't mean to sound so much like he owned her, but he did. "It's not up to you, Zayn!" She irritated moved her eyes away from the table, and stared at him. "Yes it is. I'm not letting you go..." He was trying to stay under control as well. He didn't want her to leave, scared that he might never would get to see her again. After that morning, when he found out about her cutting, thoughts of her cutting too deep, were haunting him, every second of the day. 

"You better fucking accept the fact that I'm here with the girls, and we need to hang out!" She was right, but he still refused to let her leave, without him with her. "You're right, I don't trust you." He grabbed his cup, just to hold around something, not to get too angry. "Why?! I am not a little kid! I CAN CONTROL IT!" Clearly she couldn't control the anger, cause her voice was raising, and her eyes watering. They always did when she was yelling at someone, or thought that things were far from fair. "No, you can't!" He found it hard to stay in control as well, but he tried, and succeeded way better than she did. "I'm leaving, if you want it or not! I'll be back tomorrow!" She didn't bother finding that stupid spoon, she just turned around, not caring about her cereals. When she was about to walk away, he grabbed her wrist, making her gasp, just like all the other times that he accidentally touched her wounds, almost scars. "You're not going anywhere!" His voice was cold, hard and totally careless. "HELL YES I AM!" She turned around, to look at him. Eyes filled with anger.

"No, you're not. If I'll have to tie you to a chair, to make you stay, I will!" He grabbed even tighter around her wrist, and she gasped again, just a bit louder than before. It hurt. "Then go ahead! Tie me up!" She yelled, but all he did, was pulling her closer to her, standing so close, that he had to look down, to look her in the eyes. "You're such a mess," His voice was a mix of whispering and snapping. "I AM FUCKED UP!" She screamed, right into his face. He sighed loudly, "No, you're just a mess... But I still love you," It was unbelievable that he actually told her that he loved her, in the middle of the fight. But he did. "Clearly not enough to let me go!" She tried to pull away from him, but his reflects were fast, and he placed his free hand on her back, and pulled her close again, "Clearly just enough not to let you go!" He leaned closer, not to kiss her. Just so close that their nosetips were touching. She was the one that pressed her lips against his, just to make him focus on something, that wasn't holding her. While surprising him with the kiss, she pulled her wrist out of her hand, and placed her hands on his chest, fast pulling him away from him. Making him walk come clumsy steps backwards. "I can do whatever I want to..." She hissed, and like a child... She ran. Up the stairs, grabbed v-neck a t-shirt, fast pulled it on. She was already wearing some skinny jeans, and a bra. She was fast, didn't take a second to hesitate, or to think it through... He was still standing paralysed in the kitchen, but when was running down the stairs, he fast moved across the flat, and blocked the door... the only way out, expect the windows, but his flat was on the highest floor, so jumping would kill her. 






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