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.


26. We all go a little mad sometimes...

Zayn's P.O.V:


I woke up at 11am, to the smell of bacon, filling whole the house. A smile grew on my lips, while I yawned loudly. I stretched my tired body, and pulled det blanket off. The sounds of pots and pans, the smell of bacon and knowing that my girl was just downstairs, gave me butterflies. I couldn't wait to see her pretty face, hoping that I could bring back a smile on her soft lips. I didn't bother putting on any clothes, cause I was already wearing my grey boxers. I jumped out of bed, silent, then I tiptoed down stairs, so she wouldn't hear me coming. I stopped for some seconds, when I came to the kitchen. I watched her, as she moved a little side to side, only wearing undies, and a silky long sleeved white shirt. She had probably been taking it from the bedroom, while I was sleeping. I sneaked closer, and reached my hands closer to her, then I grabbed her waist, and pulled her a step back. She gasped, and then she giggled a bit, making me smile. "Goodmorning beautiful," I whispered, and kissed her shoulder. Her butt was touching my... Mega MalikI could feel her blushing, even though I couldn't see it. "Bacon and scrambled eggs, amazing," I said, and kept my arms around her waist. "There's beer in the fridge..." She mumbled, and turned the bacon, on the pan. "One for you, as well?" I pulled her a little bit closer, till there wasn't any space between our lower parts. "I don't know, beer is not really my taste,", I just shrugged my shoulders, "Hmm... what is there left?" I tripped a little, "Sex on the beach lux?" I asked, while laughing. She giggled, "That was truly a good drink,". "And it brought us together," I again kissed her shoulder. She nod, and removed the bacon from the pan, over to a plate, that already was filled with bacon. The scrambled eggs were done as well. 

I pulled out a chair for her, making her giggle, and sit down. After we were done eating, I helped her clean the pans. She pushed me a little, "Move... You're in my way," She muttered, with a smile on her lips. I just pushed her back, and since my hands were wet, her white shirt got wet. "Zaaayn!" She said, and splashed some hot water over me, from the sink. "Oohooh!" I said, with a playful voice, then I grabbed her wrists. "Ouch!" She said, and bit her lip hard. "Sorry..." I mumbled, but didn't understand why it hurt? "Nono, I just hurt my... my toe," She faked a smile, and I just nod. I believed her. Some minutes later, when she wasn't prepared, I grabbed her arms and puller them down in the sink, full of soap and hot water. She laughed a little, and then she cursed my name. There was just something about her laugh... it felt... it didn't sound real. She fast pulled her arms up again, and threw some water on me, I was about to grab her waist, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to the bedroom... When something stopped me, a little red mark started growing on the white now transparent shirt, just near her wrist. I didn't get a close view of it, before she pulled it close to her body, sent me a smile, said that she would finish the cleaning later, and then she rushed out of the kitchen. Holy fuck. I thought to myself, as I started thinking about what could've made that red mark appear... I rushed after her, "EMILY?!" I yelled, and ran up the stairs. "Not now, Zayn. Go away," She looked over her shoulder, and she was only sitting in undies, and a bra. I couldn't see her wrist, but I was terrified. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and my hands were sweating. I rushed over to her, and grabbed her left wrist, she gasped. Probably in pain. The... The... Oh my god. No! I couldn't look away, I just couldn't. What had she done?! I kept holding her wrist tight, until she pulled it away. "ZAYN!" She screamed, and I turned to look at her face, "What the fuck have you been doing?!" I yelled. I didn't mean to yell, it was stupid. I should've held her tight, and made her feel loved, but instead I lost all control, and I couldn't keep my voice steady. I felt dizzy, really dizzy. 

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