Chapter 13

His right hand lightly touched mine as he leaned into my palm, and his face inched closer to mine. I pulled his head down and kissed his forehead gently, disappointment visible in his eyes.

"You need to stop. And I’m not taking no for an answer." I whispered into his shoulder, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away and grabbing a box of bandaids, bottle of cleaning alcohol, and cotton balls out of the cupboard.

I walked back over to Zayn and led him out of the bathroom to sit on his bed so I could nurse him. I poured some cleaner onto a cotton ball and quickly wiped at his wound, earning a hiss of pain from him.

"You did this to yourself." I stated. It was harsh, yes, but he needed to realize that he really did it. He just nodded and balled his fists. I laid four bandaids across the length of the cut and kissed it once before sitting down next to him.

I threw my hair into a messy bun and looked down at my now bloodstained dress, “I need to change." I sighed, started to stand up, but Zayn pulled me down.

"You can just borrow some of my clothes, I don’t want to be alone." he cried, holding my hand tightly.

"Alright." I watched as he stood up, and pulled a t-shirt and sweatpants out of his suitcase, “Thank you." 

I walked back to the bathroom and slipped on the baggy clothes, disposing of the dirty ones in the hotel hamper before making my way back out to the main room. Zayn wasn’t sitting on the bed anymore, actually, he wasn’t even in the room anymore.

I started freaking out until I felt someone whip me around a smash their lips to mine, complete passion and force behind it.

The first thing that popped into my mind was the sparks. As cliché as that sounds, there was literally tingles spreading across my cheeks from the touch. I wrapped my arms around their neck and moved my lips to theirs, our noses bumping briefly as it got more heated.

We both pulled away at once, giving me a chance to catch my breath, which would have not been as heavy if I didn’t feel like the wind was knocked out of me because of a kiss.

I slowly opened my eyes, Zayn staring down at me in awe, “I am so glad I did that." he chucked, his hands placed gently on my waist.

"Me too." I breathed, letting my eyes wander his every feature.

His lips caressed my cheek before he pulled me into a tight embrace. I nuzzled my face into his neck, his intoxicating scent overtaking me entirely. Zayn rocked us back and forth, him nestled into my hair. We just stood there in silence, swaying to the sound of our heavily beating hearts.

Slowly, we collapsed onto the huge bed, and I cuddled deep into his chest, my right leg hitching over his left hip.

I could barely even handle not even being able to feel his lips on mine, with him literally centimeters away from me. I looked up at him, pulling his lips to mine for the second time.

I rolled on top of him, my hands firmly pressed to his chest as he held me against him as close as possible.

"I want you." I whispered against him, opening my eyes to find him staring up at me.

"A-Are you sure? Aren’t you a virgin?"

"Yea, but I trust you, Zayn. We have been close for more then four months, I know you won’t hurt me on purpose." I breathed, kissing him again, him rolling us over so he was on top.

"Only if you’re sure it’s what you want." he said, a worried look in his eyes, but not enough to hide the obvious lust.

"I’m one hundred percent sure." I giggled, kissing him one last time before taring his shirt from his warm body.

"If it’s what you want, just tell me to stop if it gets too far, okay?"

"Okay." I sighed, letting him lay me back as he attacked my neck with sweet, soft kisses.

He took me to another world.