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.


62. You drive me crazy

"So, when shall we meet them?" Zayn asked, and I could feel him run his finger up and down my backbone. It made me shiver.

"They'll pick us up," I answered him, with a little smile on my lips. "How much time do we have left?" He kept running his finger up and down my backbone, touching my naked skin. The heat of his touch made my heart flutter, and I felt it hard to keep my breath in control. "They'll be here in 30 minutes," I forced him to move his hand, when I rolled around, till I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling. Still completely naked. I secretly glanced at him, and it made me happy to see that he was biting his lower lip, while watching my body. "You're not making this easy.." He mumbled, and crawled closer to me.

"Ah-ah! We don't have time for this," I interrupted him, when he moved his hand closer to my inner thigh. 

A loud sigh escaped his perfect formed lips, and I couldn't help but giggle. "But how can they be here in 30? Brighton is an hour away..." Zayn had a point, how stupid of me. Why hadn't I thought of that? "Ummm... You're right, but we still don't have time. I don't wanna have to shower again," I muttered, and pulled myself up in a sitting position. So did he. We ended up sitting naked in front of each other. My eyes wandered around on his body, taking a look at every little detail of his tattoo's. Then my eyes stopped at his hands, and my heart skipped beat. They were able to do a lot those hands. Perfect for so many things. I felt lust spread in my body just thinking about it, and this time it was me who bit my lip, while keeping on staring at his perfect hands. Weird, I know. 

"What are you looking at, babe?" Zayn asked, with a cheeky grin on his stupid but yet beautiful face. I felt my cheeks turn red, and turned to look away, fast. "Nothing," I fast said, and easily jumped out of bed, walking towards his bedroom, to his closet. "Oh come oon... What's up with my hands?" I could feel his smile turn even bigger, even though I wasn't watching him. I just knew him too well. "Nothing," I mumbled again, and searched through his clothes, hoping that he had a t-shirt that I could put on, and maybe wear today, cause I loved the smell of him, I loved being in his oversize t-shirts. 

A pair of rough hands grabbed my waist, and pulled me close, making me gasp a bit. "I know what you were thinking of," His voice was only a whisper. A soft and deep whisper, while he was breathing against my neck, making me shake a bit. I opened up my mouth, and let out a little moan when he kissed my neck, and ended up leaving a suction mark. 

"Umm... Zayn, please.. I...Jesus!" I didn't get to say what I wanted, before his right hand ran up my inner thigh, and all the way up. "Not now!" I hissed, and finally managed to take a step forward, making him lose the grip he had me in. "Boohoo!" He cried out, and I started searching through his closet again, while he was playing with my hair. His t-shirts were all nice, but there was one special that I was looking for, his old dark moss green Texas t-shirt. Well, it wasn't that pretty, but I absolutely LOVED it. And if I put on some high waist black shorts, and but the bottom of the shirt down in the hot pants, it would look fine. 

Sadly I couldn't find that t-shirt, but I ended up putting on one of his blue shirts, that he once had been wearing in an interview, months before we met. I turned to him, to ask if he liked it, but didn't get to say anything before he said something, "I love when you're wearing my clothes, put it on!" He was almost forcing me to put it on, and it made butterflies spread in my body. 

When I was dressed, I was wearing the high waist black hot pants, the blue shirt, and my black converse. Zayn had finally pulled on some grey Calvin Klein boxers, that made his bum look amazing, when he was walking around in the room, searching for something to put on. 


Time passed, and soon someone knocked on the door... 


I'm only me when I'm with you.

You drive me crazy half the time,

the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true. 

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