I Won't Mind

Cinclair is the best friend of Zayn Malik. He has just made it home after leaving tour early. Once he had made it home, he revealed to Cinclair that he had quit One Direction because he couldn't stand being away from his girlfriend, Perry Edwards, any longer. Sadly, Perry had found someone that was happy to spend time with her while Zayn was gone. Now Zayn is too depressed to go back on tour and join the group, so he just stays home all day sulking. Feeling the pain of her best friend, Cinclair tries to cheer up Zayn. While talking to Zayn, however, Cinclair finds herself in a weird place. Zayn's lips pressed up against hers. She has never found him attractive in that way, but she knows that he is doing this because he is in so much pain. So what is a best friend to do? She kisses him back.


1. Bitter Sweet

Chapter 1: Cinclair's P.O.V


He kissed me so suddenly. I barely had enough time to react. I honestly didn't want this to happen. He's not in his right mind. He's just sad. Depressed. But how was I supposed to react? If I were to have rejected him, he would have gotten hurt twice in a row. I'm here to cheer him up, not hurt him even more.

Our lips moved in sync in a fast motion. He licked my lips with his tongue begging for permission to enter. I opened my mouth and quickly found our tongues entangled in one another. At this point, Zayn had wrapped his arms around my waist, gently picking me up, and laying me down on his soft king sized mattress. He draped himself over me as he kissed my neck.

"Zayn" I whispered through my light moans. Although Zayn is attractive, I never thought that we'd be in such a position as this one. I have never had a boyfriend before. So I never knew that anything could ever feel this good.

It was already a miracle that Zayn Malik, the most popular kid in elementary school, had decided to be friends with me, the geekiest/ugliest kid in elementary school. Once puberty hit, I turned into the most gorgeous girl in high school. Zayn really had my back then because boys were always all over me, but I was very shy then. Hell, I still am very shy. Zayn's the only person that has ever allowed me to be myself. He's seen sides of me that no one else has ever seen before. But I never thought that he'd see a side of me that even I have never seen.

"What is it?" he whispered back to me before quickly kissing my neck again. He took his left hand and cupped my thigh, hooking my leg around his waist. He soon did the same to my right leg. I moaned once again before continuing.

"Are you sure that this is what you want? I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret." That sounded like something that Zayn should have been saying to me, but I can already tell that he's only got one thing on his mind right now. He quickly sat up before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. He dipped back down and began to take off my shirt. I nervously pushed his hands back down, but he continued the attempt in taking my shirt off. It soon turned into a little tussle between the two of us. I started to become scared.

"Zayn! Stop!" I hollered at him. Just as I commanded, he had stopped, but his hands were still gripped onto my shirt. I looked at his hands before my eyes soon traveled to Zayn's face. The sight before me made my heart jump into my throat. The tears rolled quickly down Zayn's face as he looked at the floor with a hurt expression. Not knowing what to say, I just stared at his face. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I'm sorry Zayn. I was slowly tuning my gaze away from him.

"Cinclair" I snapped my head back to Zayn's face giving him my attention once more. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just looking for some kind of protection from the pain that I'm feeling. If protecting myself means hurting you, then I'll just have to get hurt every time." The tears fell from my eyes as I shared in Zayn's pain.

I know what I have to do now.

I grasped his hands and helped him take off my shirt, revealing my C-cup breasts. He finally looked my way to speak, but was surprised at the view. I felt him become excited. He tried to speak again, but I quickly cut him off. "Do what you want to me Zayn. I give you permission."

"But...Cinclair..." I clasped the back of his neck and kissed him gently. I intertwined our tongues before pulling away.

"Just do it Zayn." He was hesitant at first, but soon took me up on my offer. He was much more gentle this time though.

This is much better.

He pecked my neck before sitting up again and sliding my jeans off of my waist. He began to do the same to himself. He pulled the cover over the two of us and rested his waist right in between my legs. "Don't worry Zayn...I can take it." I whispered before giving him a gentle smile.

He slid down his boxers and slowly slid my panties down around my ankles. I could feel him resting at the entrance. To help brace myself, I began to kiss him as he entered. It hurt alot, but it felt so good. He entered me completely before thrusting in and out of me slowly. He buried his face into my neck as my moans grew louder and louder. His pace quickened as I dug my nails into his back. After a while of pleasure, I could feel my insides grow warm with an unfamiliar liquid. Sweaty and exhausted, Zayn pulled out of me and rolled over so that he was resting his back on the bed.

I rolled over and positioned myself so that I was laying on my side, but looking away from Zayn. On one hand, my virginity was taken away from me by someone who meant the world to me. On the other hand, I know that he was wishing it was someone else. Someone that was named Perry Edwards. A tear rolled down my cheek before I was greeted by Zayn's body heat. His bare chest rested on my back as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"If I did hurt you Cinclair, then I'm so sorry." I closed my eyes and forced a smile onto my face.

"I'm okay Zayn. You know I got you." I said to him before we both drifted off to sleep.

I'll be okay. I have to be; for his sake.

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