Five Lovestories

"Zayn!" I panted while a lump hard as stone was pounding in my throat. "Zayn open!"

The door in front of me opened, and there stood Zayn with a worried face.

"What's wrong, Kath?" He mumbled in my hair as he was caressing my back.

I was crying in his arms. I didn't wanna think about what just happened, ever again. But Bims harsh words was already printed all over my mind, the echos was stuck in there.

"Kath, talk to me.." Zayn said while I was hugging him harder.

He took me to his bed. Luckily, Weirdo-Walter wasn't there. Once we were sitting down and I could breathe properly, I started to talk.

"I told Bim.. T-that.. I told you.."

I could see in the corner of my eye that Zayn nodded. He was always so understanding.

"B-But.. she freaked out, and.." I said and could feel the burning ache in my throat coming back. "She'll never forgive me!"

"She will! Kath, she will! Hasn't she ever forgiven you before?"

The memories from her words rang in my ears.

"I don't hate you.. I forgive you.."

"Y-yeah, she has, but this one's different.. I'm sorry Zayn, but I should've never told you.." I cried.

Of course, I was afraid that he would get mad, or even sad. But Zayn was just as understanding as usual, he nodded and squeezed my hand.

"Maybe." He said.

"And she won't talk to me!" I continued. "She bascially threw me out of there, and she hates me, and.."

Zayn hushed me and looked steady into my eyes.

"You can sleep here, no worries." He said with a soft smile.

"R-really?" I stuttered, still recovering from my cry-attack. "But where, exactly?"

"You can sleep here in my bed, with me, if that's fine with you?"

I smiled and closed my eyes. I was so thankful for him. Always thinking of my best, and being extra protective about the sensitive areas, like sharing bed. A sudden desire hit me. I really wanted to sleep with him. Not have sex, but just lay down, spooning with him, feeling his arms around my chest, breathing in the same pace as his heartbeat. Just be quiet and calm with him, for a second or two.

"That would be more than fine." I said low, and Zayns smile grew bigger.

"Great." He said and kissed my forehead. "Let's get you some Starbucks, should we? You could use the energy."

"For what?" I asked while wiping my tears away.

"We have homework, remember?"

My groan twisted into a laugh, which Zayn gladly joined me in. I remembered our teacher giving us a paper with a few lines of instructions. What we bascially had to do was to practice our high notes, but with a new tactic. To succed with the really high ones, you had to "blend the head-voice, with the stomach-voice". I had been taking singing-classes when I was little, so I knew exactly what he was talking about. But Zayn, among with many others, didn't.

"Okay." I said and took his hand. "That sounds perfect."


Our silly laughing suddenly broke, by the sound of my phone. Before the signal played, Zayn had gently thrown me on his couch. That had caused me to scream, and start to kick my legs at him when he tried to get closer to me. He, eventually, grabbed my kicking legs, held them still and dragged them closer to him. When I was right under him, he gave me his angel-laugh, leaned down and gave me a soft kiss.

"I'm sorry babe." He chuckled.

"Ya, you're definitely gonna pay for that!" I said and squirmed under his tickeling touch.

"Can't I just pay you with kisses?" He said and kissed me all over my face.

We both laughed loud, but suddeny, the phone rang.

"Saved by the bell." I winked and kissed him quickly before I got out of his grip. "Hello?"

"Hi babe!" Sarah said, and my lost smile was refound again.

"Sarah!"

"What's up?" She asked.

"I'm with.."

I interrupted myself. I realized that I still hadn't told her about my schedule with the boys. When I thought about it, I really didn't know why I didn't just tell her. She was my best friend, and I knew she wouldn't judge me. Actually, she would think it was so cool, and she wouldn't be able to stop calling me a "bad girl". But there was something blocking me.. Somehow, I wanted to keep it a secret. I wanted to keep it to myself, let it just be privacy for a while.
I decided in that moment, that I would wait to tell her. At least I wouldn't tell her now, it really wasn't the right time. I glanced over at Zayn, who had found his spot at the table again. We had spent litterally five minutes doing our homework, before we started to fool around. I really had no idea that Zayn could be so fun.

"You're with that Harry-guy, aren't you?" Sarah asked sneaky.

"N-no.." I stuttered. "I'm actually.. with another guy, uhm.."

"What?! You've already moved on from Harry? Damn, girl..!"

"No, no! It's not like that.."

"So you're cheating?" Sarah hurried to ask.

"No, I.."

"Oh my God! I've figured it all out! So you're with this Harry, but he can't give you what you need, and I'm talking about your needs in the bed.."

"Sarah!" I groaned.

"So instead, you have a fuckbuddy next to him, so you basically gets the best of both worlds! Am I right or am I right?"

"Which 'am I right?' means you're wrong? Because that's what you are!"

Sarah chuckled.

"I've always been able to read you, Kath. I know you better than myself."

Apart from her rude and judgemental statement, her words made me miss her. The door suddenly opened, and Weirdo-Walter came in. That made me get back to reality, and I sighed.

"Babe, I gotta go. I'll text you." I said and hung up.

Then I friendly nodded at Weirdo-Walter and came up to Zayn from behind with my hands running down his hard and muscular chest.

"So.. where were we?" I asked and kissed his cheek.

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