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Shes The One - Chapter 14

I stared sharply at his lips, which were perfectly molded, sculpted flawlessly like his jawline. He stared at me with a straight face; his orbs were piercing me, mentally cutting me like a knife. ‘Why?’ he asked, I knew exactly what he was talking about. I began to stutter, being inaudible. ‘WHY!?’ he yelled sharply.  I let out a whimper,  ‘Why did you cheat on me!?’ He hissed, looking like he was going to start sobbing. My palms became hot; I was still unable to give an audible answer. He rolled his eyes, making a ‘tsk’ sound, ‘should have known you’d cheat on me, pathetic’ Zayn’s voice became louder, ‘Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, PATHETIC!’ he screamed, making the room spin. I bolted upwards almost screaming, feeling that the base of my forehead was now heavy with beads of sweat and my heart rate had increased rapidly. I let out a great sigh of relief. ‘It was just a dream’ I said to myself quietly, loosening my shoulders which were tense.  I stared to my left, noticing Zayn who was blissfully sleeping. God, the looked so attractive when he slept. Well, all the time, really. His eye lashes rested on top of the tiny bags which were only noticeable if you stared at him closely under his eyes. His prominent jaw line stood out as he lay on his side, occasionally, but not too observantly twitching in his sleep. I positioned myself back down on the pillow, adjusting my now hot body to the coolness of the bedsheets beneath me, that dream really did work me up. I felt Zayn’s body move, feeling the blanket slide up from my body as he sat up.  ‘Sare? What time is it?’ He mumbled, his voice making me turn over to watch him ruffling his jet black hair and rub his eyes with tiredness.  ‘About 3, sorry to wake you’ I said quietly, with a small smile. ‘It’s fine, are you ok, babe?’ he mumbled, shifting his frame closer to mine and pulling me into his bare chest. I absorbed all the temperature he had to offer. We snuggled under the goose feather duvet further, making sure we were warm and cosy, Zayns chest rested against my back; I had almost forgotten we were still naked.  ‘Just a bad dream’ I whispered into the air, knowing he would have heard me.  ‘A very, very bad dream’ I whispered again, closing my eyes, pressing my lips against his vacant hand which was positioned close to my own arm. ‘I’m here, now, goodnight, baby’ he whispered, kissing the back of my head. I smiled a small, toothless grin, ‘goodnight handsome’ I whispered. The sound of his heart drummed repitively in my ear, echoing in my ear drums and filling my body with calmness. It was a soothing feeling. His finger tips danced lightly on the small of my back making small formations of circles as he soothed me out of my nightmare, back into a blissful sleep.  

*

Zayn’s P.O.V

The sound of a bird chirping startled me, making me sit up right, realising that I still had Sarah securely rested in my arms. I smiled to myself, she looked so peaceful. I brushed my thumb against her cheek, not making her stir, I think she was tired.

I pulled myself out of bed slowly, making sure I didn’t wake her, noticing my manhood was on show. That was when I remembered last night. The way she told me to make love to her.

It was definitely one of the best nights of my life, and it was definitely not anything like our previous one night stand, which neither of us had mentioned. I pulled on a pair of boxers and walked out to the kitchen, opening a few blinds and helping myself to the fridge. I pondered at what I was going to make for breakfast; I wanted to make something nice for her.

With that, I rummaged through the fridge as quiet as I could trying to find something to cook. I settled for bacon and eggs, a simple dish that would go down a treat.

I cracked the egg into the pan, making it sizzle; the smells of the newly cooked food came wafting through my nostrils making my mouth water only very slightly. That’s when I heard her giggle, making me dart my head up in her direction, smiling at the sight of her.

Sarah had the sheet off my bed securely wrapped around her body, letting me see her legs. My eyes grew wide, which didn't go unnoticeable, making her giggle once again. She walked seductively over to the bar stool, sitting down and placing her elbow on the bench, resting her chin on her hand, smirking. ‘Hi’ I said a little shyly. She grinned, ‘Hey’ I observed the fry pan which I had almost forgotten about. ‘Want some?’ I asked She nodded, ‘sound’s good’ I set her up a plate and placed it on the table, making her figure trail over to the seat in nothing but that very light sheet which I so desperately wanted off her, but I controlled my urges, well for now anyway. She carelessly ate her food, occasionally letting her eyes trail up to mine, as I watched her every move, no matter what I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off her.  She soon picked up on me staring at her, although I was expecting her not to realise, she should have been used to me looking, I could never stop looking at her. ‘what?’ she asked, raising her eyebrow and laughing. I shook my head, ‘nothing, you just look so beautiful in the morning’ I smiled. She grinned back at me, looking away with an embarrassed smile. ‘Thank you’ she said quietly. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 10am. Sarah picked up on me checking the time, ‘Planning an escape, Malik? You know you could just ask me to leave’ she joked. I shook my head, ‘No, no. I’ve actually got an interview today, and a small performance, you should erh, tag along’ I beamed with a smile at the end. She chewed on her lower lip, smiling at me. ‘Hm, and what will that involve?’ Sarah asked, trying to keep a straight face, suppressing a grin. ‘Well, for starters it involves getting you out of this sheet’ I said, putting my hand towards her and helping her off her chair.

She looked right into my eyes, her hands released the sheet from her body, letting my eyes immediately be drawn to her naked body. ‘What’s next?’ she whispered seductively. I licked my lips quickly, feeling my boxers tighten around my groin. I was now completely hard, and I think she seemed to notice. Her fingers lightly danced around the waist band of my boxers, letting the band go teasingly with a snap of the elastic on my lower torso. I pondered for a bit, breathing a little heavier before replying. ‘What about a repeat of last night?’ I whispered lustfully onto her lips. She smirked, ‘well, just how badly do you want it?’ she whispered. I didn’t answer, instead I wrapped my arms around her, making her lift her legs up around me and buckle her ankles around my torso. I pressed my lips roughly against hers, letting her tongue enter my mouth and battle for dominance. I raced down the hall holding onto her body tightly as her back reached the bedroom door I lifted her higher, kissing her neck wildly. As she moaned, I couldn’t handle it, I was horny enough as it was. I pushed the door open, releasing her from my grip before regaining contact with her porcelain skin, slamming the door behind me. There was nothing better than morning sex.

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She's The One - Chapter 12

‘Oh will you shut up!’ I hissed, rolling out of bed, just missing my head hitting the bedside table by what looked and felt like a millimeter.  That shut my cat up all right; she hadn't stopped whinging for me to feed her since about 7 o’clock this morning. I untangled the duvet from my feet, standing up and rubbing my eyes, running my fingers through my now knotted hair. I stumbled into the kitchen, still giving my eyes time to adjust to the light. I grabbed the cat food out of the cupboard as well as Susy’s bowl. With one scoop of the fork I forced the food out of the tin and into the bowl, chucking the remainder of the tin into the bin, with the fork in the sink. ‘There, now eat it’ I grunted, turning around to crawl straight back into bed. Just as I was about to do this, she began to meow again. I let out a large grunt. I turned back around to make my eyes land on her; she looked so innocent and cute, Susy always won me over. ‘Aw, I’m sorry baby’ I said in a petting voice, scooping her up in my arms and cradling her like a baby, making her purr instantly. I caressed her stomach and behind her ear,  putting her back down to watch her eat her food in a gulp. I laughed, shaking my head, she reminded me of myself. I glanced around my jam-packed living room, it was crowded with boxes. I’d been living her for almost 4 months now and I still hadn’t gotten around to cleaning up and sorting out my boxes. I guess I just wasn’t the type to clean or organise, nor was I the type to be expecting anyone to see the mess anyway. ‘Ok, back to bed’ I said to myself, wandering my eyes away from the piled boxes and towards the vacant hallway. I was halfway down the hall when I heard my phone go off with a tune that I really needed to change. I groaned, spinning on my heel and running down the hallway to answer it. I picked up, clicking the green button, not bothering to look at the ID. ‘Hello?’ I asked cheerfully.‘Hey’ A thick accent said, echoing a tad in my eyes. ‘Zayn’ I said breathlessly, ‘hey’. I could feel the butterflies growing in my stomach. ‘What are you doing today?’ he asked willingly. I thought for a second, ‘I have a feeling I’m doing something’ I said with a laugh, Zayn laughed too. ‘With me, perhaps?’ he asked jokingly, although I could tell he was being serious. This is when it hit me; I bit down on my lip, sucking the inside of my cheeks, realising I had agreed on going on a date with Harry tonight. ‘Fuck’ I mumbled, under my breath. ‘What? What is it? Are you ok? Do you need me t-‘ He babbled, my words cutting him off ‘Zayn!’ I exclaimed, ‘You’re talking too much again, I thought you had stopped with that, now’ I teased. Zayn let out an embarassed laugh, ‘sorry, y-you, erm, do that to me’ he said, stuttering a little, I could almost see his smile. ‘I’m a little busy tonight, but what if we do something this afternoon? Lunch perhaps?’ I asked with a grin widening across my lips. ‘Pick you up in half an hour, yeah?’ he asked, letting me hear his accent. ‘I’ll see you then, Zayn’ I said brightly. He didn’t reply which signalled the end of the conversation, making me press the red button on my Blackberry and tossed it on the counter. I didn't know what to feel, guilt or happiness? Guilt because I was going on a date with 2 lads who were best friends within the time span of a few hours, but happiness because within the next half an hour I would be seeing Zayn. There is a fine line between making the most of your single life and acting like a slut. I knew for a fact that I was doing more than making the most of it; I felt like a player, only I was actually interested in one of my two options, not that Harry was really what I would consider to be an option for me. Zayn, Zayn was my option. I sighed to myself, I was so unsure of how to feel, but I guess for now I had to live in the moment and focus on getting ready for when Zayn picked me up in what was now getting close to 20 minutes. I headed straight for the shower; removing my clothes and turning on the tap, making the steam arise instantly. The hot water hugged my skin like a huge sun filled blanket; if I didn't have plans for today I would have gladyly stayed in the shower. After about 10 minutes, I got out, wrapping a thick woolen towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom, a few drops of water running down my leg towards my ankles, leaving a small trace of water on the carpet in my bedroom. I found myself my favourite bra and matching underwear, sliding my bra onto my breasts and my underwear up my thighs. Today was another typical cold day in London, to be honest I was getting quite sick of this cold weather, yet again it was winter, what did you expect? I found a pair of thick, black tights and a knitted woolen jumper. I grabbed a pair of boots and a matching beanie; I was feeling rather stylish today. I let my hair out, letting it hit and fall past my bra strap, hanging down my woolen jumper. It resembled a bird’s nest. I grunted, rushing to the bathroom and pulling out the first brush I could find. I ran the brush though my hair continuously, trying to remove all the knots but failing quite successfully, and of course knowing my luck, today, of all days, had to be a bad hair day. I poked my head around the corner; the clock read 11:43am. I had about 5 minutes to get ready. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, letting my eyes land on my pathetic excuse of a hair style, it made me embarrassed just by looking at it. I tossed away the beanie, that wasn't an option today, it wasnt going to work with this hair. I tugged on my hair, pulling it all over my left shoulder and loosely tying it into a plait which fell past my breast, it didn't look tangled anymore, in fact, it looked quite tidy. I was surprisingly pleased with the result. A few moments later,  there was a knock at my door, making me bounce to my feet with excitement. I swung the door open to be delighted with a smile on Zayn’s face. He was dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans, a  dull blue shirt and a thick coat to suit the weather conditions. ‘Hi’ he said politely, ‘Oh, um sorry I’m not interested in buying anything today’ I said cheekily, pretending to shut the door in his face, making him giggle adorably. ‘Are you going to invite me in, then?’ he asked with a minuscule smile formed on his lips. I nodded, ‘yeah, come in, excuse the mess though’ I stated, opening the door and my arm, pointing it towards the inside of the house. Zayn walked in, taking a good look around the place. ‘Do you plan to leave all of these in here?’ he asked, pointing and referring to the boxes sitting on the side of my living room, near the fireplace. I let out a small laugh, ‘I haven’t got around to unpacking’ I said, a tad embarrassed. Zayn turned around, looking out the window at the pathetic excuse for a good day. ‘Hey, what about we stay in, and I’ll help you unpack a little, yeah? We can light a fire and watch a few movies or something, you know, just hang out, it’s not as if it’s a great day to be outside’ I smiled at Zayn; he was always making me smile. He was rather intelligent, too. I nodded, ‘that may have been the best idea I've ever heard you come up with, Malik, you’re smart’ He chuckled a little, ‘you have a lot to learn about me, Sarah’ he stated, ‘well’ I said, lowering my voice and stepping in closer to his body, ‘start teaching, then’. Zayn chewed down on his bottom lip, scanning his eyes over my face. His head tilted in towards mine, but I looked down, the back up, so my lips were just centimeters away from his. ‘Not yet’ I whispered, before a smirk, making him lick his lips, I could tell he was craving this, and I was too, but we needed to become closer before any kissing occurred. Although it wouldn't be our first kiss, this one would actually mean more than a lustful, one night stand make out, he was beginning to mean more than that, too. As the day progressed, so did the amount of things I got packed away, and out of the boxes, I was surprised to say the least, and Zayn certainly was an organised person, maybe he should have rubbed off some of his traits on me, and by the looks of things, that’s where this was headed.  By this point in time, I had completely forgotten about Harry. ‘What the fuck, is this?’ Zayn asked, holding up some sort of nozzle. I let out a laugh, covering my mouth. ‘I think that’s for the vacuum cleaner’ I said, making him raise an eyebrow, ‘and do you have a vacuum cleaner?’ I shook my head, ‘no’ I said simply with a plain laugh, making him shake his head and toss it away, ‘you’re an idiot’ he said with a small chuckle, ‘you love me, though’ I said jokingly, looking up at Zayn and away from my box. He smiled at me, laughing with a single breath, not replying. Wow. The coffee table began to vibrate, making Zayn dart his around to the noise, ‘relax’ I said quietly, ‘it’s just my phone, pass it here, will you?’ I asked, pointing. Zayn tossed my phone towards me, I answered within the first second of it being in contact with my hand. ‘hello?’ I asked. ‘Sarah, It’s Harry’ I gulped, looking nervously over at Zayn. ‘Oh, erh, Hi’ I said awkwardly. ‘Is everything alright?’ Harry asked, seeming a tad worried. No, no it wasn’t alright, but I wasn't going to tell him that, not with Zayn standing right in front of me watching me like a hawk. ‘Yeah, everything’s good, what’s up?’ I asked, trying to disguise the fact that I was talking to Harry. ‘I was just double checking you’re still on for tonight’ he stated, I licked my top lip nervously, ‘yes, I am, 6 o’clock?’ I asked, trying to remove the awkwardness from my voice. ‘That’s right’ Harry said. ‘Ok, well I’ll see you then, bye’ I said abruptly, hanging up and throwing my phone onto the couch. Zayn looked at me, puzzled, ‘Everything alright?’ I nodded, swallowing heavily; ‘yeah’ I said with a smile, ‘just going out tonight, is all’ I said, moving back over to the box. ‘Oh, with who? If you don’t mind me asking, that is’ he said, rather politely. ‘An old friend’ I said with a smile, making him smile too. ‘Oh, okay, as long as it’s not anyone that will get between us, then’ he said with a small smile, like referring to ‘us’ wasn't a big deal. My heart rate began to increase. There was no doubting that I wanted an ‘us’ but the pressure of having to deal with 2 boys in 3 hours was definitely beginning to get to my head, already. All I needed to ask myself now was how I was going to deal with it later on.