aisy-

Zayn and I had gone back to the usual routine of not speaking to one another accept for when absolutley necessary. I had since told Liam and Louis what had happened at the club. I don't think they believed me though.

It had been a week since that night when he called me to his room. As we talked, we became more open and comfortable. We were finally communitcating like true friends, and he apologized for what he had done at the club.

"I'm not mad," I said, "I just want to know what was wrong with him." At this, Zayn stifled a smile.

"See? That's it. You don't know. You're too inoccent to know." He said the last part with a smirk and a smile in his eyes. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"So? What was wrong?"

"He only wanted to take you home." said Zayn, watching his fingers twist with his bed sheets. I forgave him and we talked deeper into the night. We eventually got to Caleb. I told him about the blonde slut that he had chosen over me.

"Listen, if he treats you like that, he doesn't deserve you." Zayn said firmly. I felt so grateful to him, and I could feel my cheeks blushing and my heart swelling. Sometimes Zayn's overprotective nature was irritating, but right now I felt loved. He took my hand and I smiled. "You deserve to be loved."

When our gaze had lasted just a second too long, I broke it, looking down at my folded hands in my lap. Zayn put his fingers under my chin, gently pulling my face back up to face his. I was shocked when I saw that he had shifted closer than ever before.

He smiled, his eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips, and I knew what he wanted. His other hand crept behind me, taking hold of my hip, fingers wrapping around and brushing my lower back. He pulled me into him.

I held my breath.

And then he leaned in.

I savored the feel of his lips on mine, soft and gentle. He treated me like I was a delicate flower, and he didn't want to rumple the petals. I found my hands wrapped around him, one around his shoulder, and one twisting my fingers into his hair.

His warm tongue crept into my mouth. Mine responded. He became more enthusiastic at my response. His fingers traced up and down the bottom part of my spine, causing me to shiver. His other hand ran through my hair. I loved this. This was amazing. He was an incredible kisser. I had to feel what I was doing to him. I placed my flattened palm against his chest. His pulse was racing under my fingers.

I smiled into the kiss. He gently bit my lower lip. I melted. I kept trying to get closer and closer to him. All the sudden, I wanted to see his face. His beautiful face.

My hand over his heart pushed him away. Zayn resisted. When I finally managed to push him back, his eyes fluttered open and he was biting his lip with raised eyebrows. He thought I was rejecting him. I smiled at him again. He did the same and leaned in again, pulling me in more forcefully this time, yet still careful.

After a while, I had to stop. I felt like I was going to scream, or do something stupid that I would regret. I had to leave him wanting more.

I pushed him back once again and attempted to memorize his movement, his stance, his face. His eyes were filled with hurt. I bit my lip and looked down at my hands again. When I dared to glance at him, I saw that he was doing the same.

What the hell.

I walked over to him across the mattress on my knees, raising one over his lap and sitting on his hips, straddling his lap. In this position, I looked down at him, and he looked up at me with wonder.

When his hands reached for my hips, I took them in mine and carefully held them down to the bed.

I kissed him with all of my heart. I could kiss him forever. His hands struggled under mine, itching to touch my hair, caress my face. I thought about his pampering movements and kissed him harder.

I released him. He reached for me when I got off the bed, his fingertips just brushing my hips. I looked back at him. He had that undetectable look in his eyes. I flashed him a small smile, and without a word, crossed to room and walked down the hall back to my room.