The Styles Project

Ashton Peterson, your average sixteen year old girl, but she's moving half way across the world! She likes her new neighbor Niall, but starts falling for Harry Styles, and their worst enemy Zayn. Here's the question, will she fall in love, get hurt or will something unexplained happen?


32. Zayn's House

It was probably close around 30 minutes after Harry left when Zayn showed up. He kept knocking on the door, which then turned into loud banging after not answering it because I was too busy crying all the pain away still.

The door swung open and hit the wall causing a loud thud. I yelped and sat up seeing that Zayn was standing there with a worried face. "Did you not hear me?" he said walking over to me and sitting next to me on the couch. "I was screaming your name, I didn't know if you were okay." Zayn wrapped his arms around me as I buried my head in his chest. "Babe, what's wrong?"

I mumbled into his chest. "What?" he asked.

I pulled back and kept my head down. "Me and Harry.... we-"

Zayn's face turned 10 shades of red. "Did you- did you kiss him?!"

"What? No! We got into a fight." I said, breaking down again.

Zayn softened and held me close. "Damn Ash. You scared me for a second." He stroked his fingers through my hair for a while until he asked me, "If you don't mind me asking... What happened?"

You can't tell him what happened! God only knows what the hell he will do! There's only one thing to do. I have to lie.

"Uh..." I said, my voice fading. "We were fighting about something stupid over the project. It's nothing, really."

He sat me up so I could look at him. Zayn wiped the tears away and pulled me up. "Let's go get you cleaned up."


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Zayn and I arrived at his house around 7. His parents weren't home, like always. He looked at me once we got inside. "Well, are you hungry?"

I nodded and we walked into the kitchen. He made us some sandwiches and grabbed the chips as we went up stairs to his room. "Is that the only thing you know how to make?" I laughed.

Zayn smirked as he set the food down on the little table he had that was holding his lamp. "Food wise, yes." he said chuckling.

I sat down on his bed and looked at him. "And what do you mean by that?"

He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist as he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I know how to make you feel pleasure."

He crashed his lips onto mine. I fell back with him on top of me, our lips moving in rhythm, not skipping a beat. He went down to my neck and earned little moans out of me. As he went lower and lower, I got more scared. This is it, I thought, I'm going to lose my virginity to him. But that's when it hit me. His words, I know how to make you feel pleasure. Okay, that obviously means he's done it before. Unless he's just winging it... No that can't be it.

I sat up quick before he could do anything. Zayn looked at me concerned. "What's wrong?"

We both sat there gasping for air, looking at each other. "Are you a virgin?" I blurted out.

He started blushing and his eyes got big. "Wha- uh-uh-ya-ya I am." he nodded fast.

"You aren't are you?" I said coldly.

"Wha-it- it was a long time ago!"

My eyes got big. "So that obviously means nothing to you?"

"She was... crazy, lets put it that way."

"Who was it." I demanded.

Zayn looked at me straight in the eyes. "Tell me." I said.

He sighed and mumbled something. I put my hand by my ear and said, "What? Excuse me? Sorry didn't hear you."

"Sophia Gardner! There, I said it." he admitted.

My mouth dropped all the way to the floor. "What!" I exclaimed.

"I was young and stupid. I didn't know any better. I'm sorry." Zayn replied looking innocent.

I sighed. "Okay, fine. I forgive you." I say, crossing my arms. Why do I always apologize first? I always feel guilty and I hate being mad at someone.

We were quite for a minute when Zayn asked me something. "Are you a virgin?"

I blushed. "To be honest.... yes."

"Really?!" he yelled.

I gave him a look. "Yeah?"

"Wow... That's actually kinda, sexy."

Wow, okay. Awkward.

"Alright, well. I'm gonna go get changed." I said, walking towards the bathroom.

I came out to see him watching something. I don't know what, but I heard it. It was like. Squeaking... moaning? Oh god. OH GOD. I walked in and he immediately switched the channel. "What were you watching?" I said cautiously.

"Uh-ba- nothing. Nothing." he failed to smile.

"Porn? Really?"

He looked down. "Urm.. Maybe?"

"Zayn!" I chuckled, while throwing my shirt at him.

Zayn caught it and smelt it. "Ah, smells like you." he winked. I rolled my eyes playfully and put my stuff away as he gave me the shirt back. "Come and lay down by me." he said. He put his bottom lip out.

"Fine." I walk over and lay down by him. We decided to watch The Walking Dead and eat our sandwiches.

I yawned. "Well. We better go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."

He nodded. "You're right. Night, I love you." he said, placing a kiss on my lips.

I turned around and he pulled me closer to him. We were now spooning. He put his chin on my shoulder and he was fast asleep. One thing I couldn't get my mind off of, was that this didn't feel right laying with him. It only felt right with Harry.




(A/N-- Yeah it's a little short.. I might update tomorrow. Love you guys! <3 Comment for more! )

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