The Bad Boy I Didn't Expect *On Hold*
You Cocky Little Bastard
A/N: So Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I made sure I got this out tonight because I love you c: Has everyone listened to Midnight Memories? :D It is the best. What is your favorite song? For my favorite slow song I would definitely pick You & I. And for an upbeat song I would pick Little White Lies cX Ahh I love these boys. So here is this chapter, and I do not know if you noticed but I added a character and he will be a big character in this story not to mention that I absolutely adore him <3 hehe. But anyways enjoy! ;D
Chapter-11 “You cocky little bastard”
*Zayn’s P.O.V*
After a quiet ride, and a very grumpy Niall, we arrived at the old warehouse. A.K.A our job, we drove along the dirt path as two workers pushed the two large doors open wide, Letting us drive on in. There stood Zak, his black hair combed to the side, a cigarette in his mouth and a stern look on his face. I mean, I don’t really like being called a thief, and I don’t think I’m that bad of a guy, but this business is about stealing cars, refurbishing them, removing license plates and then reselling them illegally. Sometimes If certain cars are good enough they’ll be redone for a derby, and we can bet money on who could win. Zak’s just pretty much our boss, giving us runs we have to make.
As we rode along the rows of stolen cars, young looking fellas putting different details on the sides, with hoods open, with loud grinding noises being heard from the sanders. The smell of cigarette smoke and paint roams around the large warehouse. Finally making it to the end I pull into a parking area and turn the engine off. Hopping out, Zak heads over to where we stood with a smile plastered on his face. “Thanks so much for letting me borrow it” I call before he could say anything. I pull the keys from my pocket as he holds out his palm “How did it go? Did she like it?” He asked while bouncing the keys around. “Yeah she loved it” I nodded lamely. I don’t really want to talk about Aubrey with him because.. well, If I tell too many people about her things could get bad. And he’s one guy you don’t want to fuck with.
“Alright so are you guys ready for your first run?” He’s always getting down to business. Zak’s lips went ear to ear as he asked. “Of course” I nodded, which Niall just replied with a smile. “Harry will also-“ Right on queue farther back into the warehouse is the bathroom, the door bursts open with a loud bang as a wobbly, giggly blonde hair girl along with Harry stumbling on behind her. Both laughing like they were having a good time, Harry’s hands zip up his pants as the blonde girl adjusts her shirt and skirt. All three of us watch as Harry finally notices us, he gives her a wet sloppy kiss, smacks her ass and jogs on over to us, with the blonde girls heels clacking away. “Hey guys” Harry waves and chuckles.
Niall and I snicker as Zak starts to speak again “Okay guys, so the first run you’ll be making is a blue Chevy, pretty expensive so don’t scratch it” He adds. “You’ll be taking the truck there” He continues, tossing Harry the keys. “Get going” He motions his head towards the white vehicle and without any hesitation we head for the truck. Niall hopping into the passenger seat with me in the back and Harry obviously in the driver’s seat. “Are the masks in here?” Harry asks reassuringly, turning his head towards me. I look to the seat next to me to find the two black ski masks. I give him a stern nod, queuing him that they’re here and we can go. The engine revs to a start, Zak giving us a quick wave before we exit the warehouse.
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“Okay so is this it?” Harry points with his hands still on the steering wheel. We finally made it to a blue Chevy car, the little red light signaling that its alarm is on. Shit. “Ugh, he couldn’t get us one without one?” Niall rubs his temple obviously thinking the same thing as me. “Well you guys have fun” Harry jokes. I sigh with annoyance, grabbing a ski mask and putting it on. Throwing one to Niall he catches it with one hand, quickly pulling it over his face. We hop out of the car, Harry driving a bit farther down the road and parking. The night air is a bit chilly, the street very quiet with all the lights off in each house. Everyone is sleeping, sucks for this person’s car though. I mean, like I said. Sometimes I feel really bad for stealing their car, but its business and you gotta do what you gotta do.
“Get the rod Niall” I hush loudly while we make our way around the car. I glance around the street, making sure no one is watching. I give Niall an ‘okay’ nod while he shoves the skinny medal piece into the driver’s window, moving it closer to the front of the car. We hear a faint click, we stop and watch to see if the little red light was blinking. After a minute of it not going off Niall fist pumped “Yes” while continuing to open the door. “Good job Niall” I smiled, patting him on the back. Now that the alarm is off we can get into the car easier.
Niall continued to move the rod trying to hook the part to unlock the door. After a few more minutes we finally hear the click, signaling that the door is now unlocked. Niall pulls the rod from inside the door and opens it. Allowing me to step inside the vehicle, I hit the unlock button as Niall makes his way to the passenger seat and gets in beside me. As Niall adjusts himself in the seat I reach down and pull on two cords, breaking them so the golden wiring sticks out. I get myself lower so I’m level as I work my magic on starting the car. The wires spark and the car suddenly starts up. I smile with accomplishment looking in the rearview mirror. I almost jump out of my seat noticing that I’m still wearing my ski mask. Damn I can’t fix my hair. I glance at the car’s digital clock ‘1:00 AM’ I give Niall another nod as I put the car in gear, riding down the road with Harry now following us. We made a clean get away.
*Aubrey’s P.O.V*
I wake with a cold shudder, sitting up and noticing I’m in a bed, in a small room. Where am I? Am I still at Zayn’s? Oh my God I can’t believe I fell asleep. I glance around quickly. Where is Zayn? The spot next to me is completely empty and the covers untouched. I notice the lower part of my body has a warm quilt halfway off the bed and halfway on my feet. I awoke from being cold. The feeling of being alone sets in quickly. This place is to quiet, where am I? I want Zayn. Aubrey, pull yourself together. Just get up and look around, no need to sit here and whine. I shake my head of my mean thoughts and decide to listen, I look around the room, only to stop and notice the clock sitting right beside me ‘3:00 AM’ Shit!
I rub my eyes, stepping out onto the cold floor. My hands wander onto the stand for a light. Yes! I pull the switch and the bright glare blinds my eyes shortly before my vision comes back. I blink multiple times before looking around and noticing this IS Zayn’s room. The thoughts come to my mind, remembering that I hid in here when the girls wanted to play hide and seek on Zayn. I walk around the room admiring things I hadn’t seen before. Lots of hair products sit on one of the dressers with a mirror atop it. I giggle at the thought. He is such a girl, but his hair always does look nice. I walk slowly along, noticing a sketch book. That’s random. I bite my lip, opening up the worn out pages.
I don’t mean to snoop around but I’m just curious about this boy that I’m really starting to like and he makes me feel different, and I want to do.. things. I flip through some of the pages of the book, noticing that the page has a drawing of two small girls nonchalantly sitting on the couch, looking more content than ever. That’s Katie and Alexis! Did Zayn draw this? If he did it’s really good. Aubrey wait, you shouldn’t be snooping around it isn’t right. My conscious gets the best of me and I close the book, setting it down where I first found it. You’re right. I sigh making my way out of the bedroom. Damn straight I’m right! Shut up. No.
Where is Zayn? Maybe he went to the bathroom. I slowly open the bedroom door, peeking my head out into the hallway. It’s dark and it’s quiet. It’s too quiet, Silence scares me. I tiptoe out from behind the door and head towards the girls room, I open the door slowly. Peeking my head in the girls room they sleep peacefully on the bunk beds. Awe how cute. I decide to let the little angels sleep while shutting the door I head on down the hall into the living room. The only thing I see is the little night light that illuminates from the kitchen into the living room. I lightly knock three times on the bathroom door, hoping for a reply. “Zayn?” I ask putting my head against the door. No response. I sigh heavily, opening the door hoping to see a flustered Zayn for me walking in on him. But of course, he isn’t here. I close the door quietly then head into the kitchen, hitting the light switch remembering that it’s right next to the door. I blink a few times, adjusting to the light I rub my eyes once more.
The night light switches off and I see no Zayn around. Where the hell is he!? Oh my God, what if he’s hurt? What if he’s out someplace and he broke his leg and had no way of getting ahold of anyone!? What if he broke his arm!? Or worse! His penis! I smack myself hard in the forehead. Don’t think like that Aubrey! You haven’t even seen his peter yet. I wonder what it looks like. Aubrey!? What!? Just keep searching for Zayn you shit head! I scrunch my eyebrows in frustration, thinking on where else I could look. My phone! My mouth opens with happiness but nothing comes out, I’m proud of myself for thinking of something clever for once. Well look Aubrey. You actually became smart! Fuck off. Love me. I burst through Zayn’s bedroom door, running up to the night stand only to have a frown come upon my face. It’s not here.
Fuck! I lost Zayn, AND my phone. Great. I groan as I plop face first on Zayn’s bed. My dress surely risen up so my underwear was sticking out but whatever, Zayn’s not here. But I have no idea what to do now. It kinda pisses me off that he never told me where he was going, couldn’t he have woken me and told me so I wouldn’t worry so much? After being in my thoughts for a while, I hear a faint slam of what sounded like a car door. I get up quickly, moving the curtains to the side, and peeking out. I feel like a little kid looking out at the first snowfall of the year. There he is! The cars door opens and that black haired boy hops out.
He closes the door and moves his way to the driver’s door, the window being rolled down. I can’t see who it is for its pitch black inside. Zayn’s body bends as he leans closer to the driver, his black boxers sticking out from behind. Mmm. They’re talking and Zayn keeps nodding about something, I can’t really hear them. The drivers hand waves around and sticks out, pointing to the house then back to Zayn. Zayn nods firmly before standing straight once again, the driver waves before driving away from the side of the road. It’s very quiet, it’s late. Where has he been? Gee, now I sound like a worried wife. Aubrey you’re not even his girlfriend yet.. If it even happens. I sit sadly by the window before I notice Zayn is gone from view and I hear the front door open. Shit what do I do!? Do I pretend to be asleep? Or should I be awake? Ugh think Aubrey! I cower behind the door, holding my hand over my mouth trying to be as quiet as I could possibly be.
Why the hell are you hiding behind the door!? I don’t know what to do! What other choice do I have!? I stand completely still as the door creaks open slowly. There’s a creepy silence to the atmosphere, I don’t know what to do. WHY DID YOU HIDE BEHIND THE FUCKING DOOR!? My conscious screams as I stand completely still. Zayn opens the door much wider now, standing there looking bewildered. After about thirty seconds he now moves inside the room, walking over to the bed and removing the covers. “What the fuck?” He whispers. Ha, you can’t find me! “Aubrey?” He calls quietly. He turns around looking at his closet door, a smirk plastered on his face. He takes a step closer before reaching for the handle. It is now time for the panther to catch her prey. His back is facing me, so I take my chance and run from behind the door jumping onto his back and yelling a “BOO!”
We tumble onto the floor, me giggling and a dazed Zayn looking around before stopping to look at me. We’ve flipped over to where he’s holding me in his arms and glaring down at me. He doesn’t say anything, just watches me. Oh no is he mad? Does he hate me now? “I’m sorry” I get up off the floor, careful not to show my underwear from my dress. I sigh unsteadily as I sit on his bed, scrunching my toes on the hardwood floor. I said I was sorry, please don’t hate me. I watch my feet, my hair curtaining my face so he couldn’t see my frown. Now I feel like a dick. He probably hates me now. I hear the movement of his feet touching the ground, padding his feet across the floor before I hear a slight chuckle. “Where were you hiding?” He chuckles again. I move my hair out of my face and point to the door “Behind the door” I reply sadly. He laughs again “Why didn’t I think of looking there?” He asks himself. I look at my feet again, smiling. So he isn’t mad? “I’m sorry” I say again hoping maybe he’ll actually hear me this time. Or he just ignored me the first time. Who knows?
Zayn’s feet step closer and I feel his lips placed atop my head. “Don’t be sorry, it was funny” He coos as he walks over to his dresser with hair products, opening the top drawer and pulling out a pair of black basketball shorts. If it was funny why didn’t you laugh? Ughh, Zayn you are very mysterious. I watch him as he pulls off his jacket, hanging it on the hook behind his door and kicking off his shoes. We’re both incredibly quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Undress more, I want to see you. I mean.. put on feety pajamas. Damn him in feety pajamas would still be the hottest thing he could wear, I wouldn’t even care. He pulls off a necklace piece and hangs it on a post on his dresser, pulling off his shirt he lamely throws it aside. Oh dear Lord, Jesus almighty God thank you for this SMOKING, FUCKING HOT GUY THAT I PROBABLY DON’T HAVE A CHANCE WITH. The muscles in his back, contract and expand as he bends down, pulling off his jeans.
Man, I wish I brought an extra pair of underwear because the ocean is in mine at the moment. He kicks off his pants the rest of the way, joining his shirt on the floor. His back faces me as his cute little butt sits nicely in his tight Calvin Klein boxers. Can I pull them off with my teeth? He quickly turns around, smirking like a hot super model. Shit I’ve been spotted! He caught me staring. NOOOoooOoooOooo. My life is over, peace out world it was nice knowing you. “You like what you see?” My cheeks probably turn bright as a tomato while I playfully cover my eyes, only to spread them wide so I could still watch. You know what? I don’t care if he caught me staring; he needs to know I’m attracted to him. He’s obviously attracted to me. Right!? He winks, and then finishes the process by pulling up his shorts. Look at that chest, that torso. Nice and muscly, well-built and I just want to drag my tongue all along his body.
“Ohh, Aubrey has the hots for me” He squeals in a playful manner, being an obnoxious little boy he is. I just reply with a redden face and a scratch to my floral printed dress on my chest. Ahh, I never noticed how itchy this gets after a while. Zayn moves closer to his bed before he stops, seeing my reaction to my now itchy dress. He tilts his head to the side, turning on his heel he opens the drawer he got his basketball shorts from and pulls out a white t-shirt. He closes the drawer, handing me the shirt. I hold it in my hands, but his grip is still tightly held onto it. “You can change in the bathroom. Or you could change in here, in front of me. But you’re probably too afraid to take your clothes off” He whispers, a bit seductively. Is this a challenge? I think my ocean is overflowing.
He lets go of the shirt, walking around the bed to the other side and pulling open the covers. Pffft thinks I can’t undress in front of him. Okay, you cocky little bastard I’ll show you I’m game. I stiffly stand, taking my time stretching and yawning. My back faces him and I hear nothing from him, so I continue as if he wasn’t there. I unzip my dress, agonizingly slow. See, I know how to be seductive too Zayn. I smirk to myself as my dress pools at my feet. Your underwear and bra is just like a bathing suit, its fine Aubrey. Besides you’re a grown ass adult. I turn around to face him, and oh my goodness what a sight. His mouth is on the floor, with his eyes popping out of his head. “I think I just got a boner” He whispers. Payback bitch. “Ohh, Zayn has the hots for me” I mimic him like he did before. He shakes his head, closing his mouth “Now wait, that’s not fair” He points at me. I throw my head back in laughter, then stooping down to pick up the white shirt I had dropped on the floor. “I believe it is completely fair” I smile with appreciation, throwing the shirt over my head.
“Fine, I admit. You have one FINE ass” He snorts while getting in bed. My face turns into a shocked expression. Zayn thinks I have a nice ass? No, YOU’RE ass is fine Zayn. I smile with glee as I head out the door. “Aubrey?” I hear Zayn call. I stop in my tracks, turn around and peek my head in the door. “Yes?” I raise an eyebrow. “Where are you going?” He sits up, his knees coming in contact with his chest. “I’m going to sleep on the couch?” It comes out more like a question, I don’t know why don’t ask. His brows scrunch together.
“Why would you sleep on the couch?” He cocks his head.
“Where else am I supposed to sleep?” I look around the room, giving him bit of an attitude.
He sighs “Why would you sleep on the couch when there is a perfectly warm, comfortable spot right next to me?” He pouts. Holy shit, he wants ME to lie in the same bed as HIM? I hide my smile “What?” Did I imagine him saying that? Or did he actually say that? I’m hoping for the second one. Zayn lets out a long exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes and giving me a glare “Aubrey, I want you to lay with me. Why do you think I gave you my shirt? And I may or may not want to cuddle you. But we’ll just have to see if you get your cute little ass in my bed or not”
Wait this is so much to take in, okay so I didn’t imagine it. He actually wants me to lie next to him. He may or may not want to cuddle me!? He thinks I have a cute ass!? Wait Zayn actually said cuddle. He wants to cuddle ME!? Is Zayn a secret sweet heart? I thought he was different. Not a cuddler! I reluctantly step in his room, closing the door quietly behind me. I try to hide my smile once again but it plays on my mouth and I prance my way over next to Zayn. He props himself on his elbow, his knuckles resting against his cheek “And besides..” He trails off, waiting for me to get under the covers next to him, which I pleasingly do. “You’re already mine, I gave you that” He points to my neck. The hickey, oh my God does that actually mean he’s marked me to be his?
I rub the spot lightly, my face making pain. It’s so tender. Zayn moves himself closer, grabbing my hand and holding it in his own. He leans down, giving the spot a light kiss and trailing a few more kisses up to my lips. Giving me a quick passionate kiss he lays his head down on his pillow watching me. I love savoring your kiss, it’s so sweet and so real. You are so beautiful; I just wanna bottle you up and keep you to myself. We watch eachother for what seems like 10 minutes before my eyes start to droop and I snuggle closer to him, him wrapping his arm around my waist. Mmm yes, I could definitely get used to this. My mind wanders on from earlier today to now. But the main thing that runs through my mind is Where did he go tonight? And who was the suspicious person in that car that dropped him off?
Chapter-11 “You cocky little bastard”
*Zayn’s P.O.V*
After a quiet ride, and a very grumpy Niall, we arrived at the old warehouse. A.K.A our job, we drove along the dirt path as two workers pushed the two large doors open wide, Letting us drive on in. There stood Zak, his black hair combed to the side, a cigarette in his mouth and a stern look on his face. I mean, I don’t really like being called a thief, and I don’t think I’m that bad of a guy, but this business is about stealing cars, refurbishing them, removing license plates and then reselling them illegally. Sometimes If certain cars are good enough they’ll be redone for a derby, and we can bet money on who could win. Zak’s just pretty much our boss, giving us runs we have to make.
As we rode along the rows of stolen cars, young looking fellas putting different details on the sides, with hoods open, with loud grinding noises being heard from the sanders. The smell of cigarette smoke and paint roams around the large warehouse. Finally making it to the end I pull into a parking area and turn the engine off. Hopping out, Zak heads over to where we stood with a smile plastered on his face. “Thanks so much for letting me borrow it” I call before he could say anything. I pull the keys from my pocket as he holds out his palm “How did it go? Did she like it?” He asked while bouncing the keys around. “Yeah she loved it” I nodded lamely. I don’t really want to talk about Aubrey with him because.. well, If I tell too many people about her things could get bad. And he’s one guy you don’t want to fuck with.
“Alright so are you guys ready for your first run?” He’s always getting down to business. Zak’s lips went ear to ear as he asked. “Of course” I nodded, which Niall just replied with a smile. “Harry will also-“ Right on queue farther back into the warehouse is the bathroom, the door bursts open with a loud bang as a wobbly, giggly blonde hair girl along with Harry stumbling on behind her. Both laughing like they were having a good time, Harry’s hands zip up his pants as the blonde girl adjusts her shirt and skirt. All three of us watch as Harry finally notices us, he gives her a wet sloppy kiss, smacks her ass and jogs on over to us, with the blonde girls heels clacking away. “Hey guys” Harry waves and chuckles.
Niall and I snicker as Zak starts to speak again “Okay guys, so the first run you’ll be making is a blue Chevy, pretty expensive so don’t scratch it” He adds. “You’ll be taking the truck there” He continues, tossing Harry the keys. “Get going” He motions his head towards the white vehicle and without any hesitation we head for the truck. Niall hopping into the passenger seat with me in the back and Harry obviously in the driver’s seat. “Are the masks in here?” Harry asks reassuringly, turning his head towards me. I look to the seat next to me to find the two black ski masks. I give him a stern nod, queuing him that they’re here and we can go. The engine revs to a start, Zak giving us a quick wave before we exit the warehouse.
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“Okay so is this it?” Harry points with his hands still on the steering wheel. We finally made it to a blue Chevy car, the little red light signaling that its alarm is on. Shit. “Ugh, he couldn’t get us one without one?” Niall rubs his temple obviously thinking the same thing as me. “Well you guys have fun” Harry jokes. I sigh with annoyance, grabbing a ski mask and putting it on. Throwing one to Niall he catches it with one hand, quickly pulling it over his face. We hop out of the car, Harry driving a bit farther down the road and parking. The night air is a bit chilly, the street very quiet with all the lights off in each house. Everyone is sleeping, sucks for this person’s car though. I mean, like I said. Sometimes I feel really bad for stealing their car, but its business and you gotta do what you gotta do.
“Get the rod Niall” I hush loudly while we make our way around the car. I glance around the street, making sure no one is watching. I give Niall an ‘okay’ nod while he shoves the skinny medal piece into the driver’s window, moving it closer to the front of the car. We hear a faint click, we stop and watch to see if the little red light was blinking. After a minute of it not going off Niall fist pumped “Yes” while continuing to open the door. “Good job Niall” I smiled, patting him on the back. Now that the alarm is off we can get into the car easier.
Niall continued to move the rod trying to hook the part to unlock the door. After a few more minutes we finally hear the click, signaling that the door is now unlocked. Niall pulls the rod from inside the door and opens it. Allowing me to step inside the vehicle, I hit the unlock button as Niall makes his way to the passenger seat and gets in beside me. As Niall adjusts himself in the seat I reach down and pull on two cords, breaking them so the golden wiring sticks out. I get myself lower so I’m level as I work my magic on starting the car. The wires spark and the car suddenly starts up. I smile with accomplishment looking in the rearview mirror. I almost jump out of my seat noticing that I’m still wearing my ski mask. Damn I can’t fix my hair. I glance at the car’s digital clock ‘1:00 AM’ I give Niall another nod as I put the car in gear, riding down the road with Harry now following us. We made a clean get away.
*Aubrey’s P.O.V*
I wake with a cold shudder, sitting up and noticing I’m in a bed, in a small room. Where am I? Am I still at Zayn’s? Oh my God I can’t believe I fell asleep. I glance around quickly. Where is Zayn? The spot next to me is completely empty and the covers untouched. I notice the lower part of my body has a warm quilt halfway off the bed and halfway on my feet. I awoke from being cold. The feeling of being alone sets in quickly. This place is to quiet, where am I? I want Zayn. Aubrey, pull yourself together. Just get up and look around, no need to sit here and whine. I shake my head of my mean thoughts and decide to listen, I look around the room, only to stop and notice the clock sitting right beside me ‘3:00 AM’ Shit!
I rub my eyes, stepping out onto the cold floor. My hands wander onto the stand for a light. Yes! I pull the switch and the bright glare blinds my eyes shortly before my vision comes back. I blink multiple times before looking around and noticing this IS Zayn’s room. The thoughts come to my mind, remembering that I hid in here when the girls wanted to play hide and seek on Zayn. I walk around the room admiring things I hadn’t seen before. Lots of hair products sit on one of the dressers with a mirror atop it. I giggle at the thought. He is such a girl, but his hair always does look nice. I walk slowly along, noticing a sketch book. That’s random. I bite my lip, opening up the worn out pages.
I don’t mean to snoop around but I’m just curious about this boy that I’m really starting to like and he makes me feel different, and I want to do.. things. I flip through some of the pages of the book, noticing that the page has a drawing of two small girls nonchalantly sitting on the couch, looking more content than ever. That’s Katie and Alexis! Did Zayn draw this? If he did it’s really good. Aubrey wait, you shouldn’t be snooping around it isn’t right. My conscious gets the best of me and I close the book, setting it down where I first found it. You’re right. I sigh making my way out of the bedroom. Damn straight I’m right! Shut up. No.
Where is Zayn? Maybe he went to the bathroom. I slowly open the bedroom door, peeking my head out into the hallway. It’s dark and it’s quiet. It’s too quiet, Silence scares me. I tiptoe out from behind the door and head towards the girls room, I open the door slowly. Peeking my head in the girls room they sleep peacefully on the bunk beds. Awe how cute. I decide to let the little angels sleep while shutting the door I head on down the hall into the living room. The only thing I see is the little night light that illuminates from the kitchen into the living room. I lightly knock three times on the bathroom door, hoping for a reply. “Zayn?” I ask putting my head against the door. No response. I sigh heavily, opening the door hoping to see a flustered Zayn for me walking in on him. But of course, he isn’t here. I close the door quietly then head into the kitchen, hitting the light switch remembering that it’s right next to the door. I blink a few times, adjusting to the light I rub my eyes once more.
The night light switches off and I see no Zayn around. Where the hell is he!? Oh my God, what if he’s hurt? What if he’s out someplace and he broke his leg and had no way of getting ahold of anyone!? What if he broke his arm!? Or worse! His penis! I smack myself hard in the forehead. Don’t think like that Aubrey! You haven’t even seen his peter yet. I wonder what it looks like. Aubrey!? What!? Just keep searching for Zayn you shit head! I scrunch my eyebrows in frustration, thinking on where else I could look. My phone! My mouth opens with happiness but nothing comes out, I’m proud of myself for thinking of something clever for once. Well look Aubrey. You actually became smart! Fuck off. Love me. I burst through Zayn’s bedroom door, running up to the night stand only to have a frown come upon my face. It’s not here.
Fuck! I lost Zayn, AND my phone. Great. I groan as I plop face first on Zayn’s bed. My dress surely risen up so my underwear was sticking out but whatever, Zayn’s not here. But I have no idea what to do now. It kinda pisses me off that he never told me where he was going, couldn’t he have woken me and told me so I wouldn’t worry so much? After being in my thoughts for a while, I hear a faint slam of what sounded like a car door. I get up quickly, moving the curtains to the side, and peeking out. I feel like a little kid looking out at the first snowfall of the year. There he is! The cars door opens and that black haired boy hops out.
He closes the door and moves his way to the driver’s door, the window being rolled down. I can’t see who it is for its pitch black inside. Zayn’s body bends as he leans closer to the driver, his black boxers sticking out from behind. Mmm. They’re talking and Zayn keeps nodding about something, I can’t really hear them. The drivers hand waves around and sticks out, pointing to the house then back to Zayn. Zayn nods firmly before standing straight once again, the driver waves before driving away from the side of the road. It’s very quiet, it’s late. Where has he been? Gee, now I sound like a worried wife. Aubrey you’re not even his girlfriend yet.. If it even happens. I sit sadly by the window before I notice Zayn is gone from view and I hear the front door open. Shit what do I do!? Do I pretend to be asleep? Or should I be awake? Ugh think Aubrey! I cower behind the door, holding my hand over my mouth trying to be as quiet as I could possibly be.
Why the hell are you hiding behind the door!? I don’t know what to do! What other choice do I have!? I stand completely still as the door creaks open slowly. There’s a creepy silence to the atmosphere, I don’t know what to do. WHY DID YOU HIDE BEHIND THE FUCKING DOOR!? My conscious screams as I stand completely still. Zayn opens the door much wider now, standing there looking bewildered. After about thirty seconds he now moves inside the room, walking over to the bed and removing the covers. “What the fuck?” He whispers. Ha, you can’t find me! “Aubrey?” He calls quietly. He turns around looking at his closet door, a smirk plastered on his face. He takes a step closer before reaching for the handle. It is now time for the panther to catch her prey. His back is facing me, so I take my chance and run from behind the door jumping onto his back and yelling a “BOO!”
We tumble onto the floor, me giggling and a dazed Zayn looking around before stopping to look at me. We’ve flipped over to where he’s holding me in his arms and glaring down at me. He doesn’t say anything, just watches me. Oh no is he mad? Does he hate me now? “I’m sorry” I get up off the floor, careful not to show my underwear from my dress. I sigh unsteadily as I sit on his bed, scrunching my toes on the hardwood floor. I said I was sorry, please don’t hate me. I watch my feet, my hair curtaining my face so he couldn’t see my frown. Now I feel like a dick. He probably hates me now. I hear the movement of his feet touching the ground, padding his feet across the floor before I hear a slight chuckle. “Where were you hiding?” He chuckles again. I move my hair out of my face and point to the door “Behind the door” I reply sadly. He laughs again “Why didn’t I think of looking there?” He asks himself. I look at my feet again, smiling. So he isn’t mad? “I’m sorry” I say again hoping maybe he’ll actually hear me this time. Or he just ignored me the first time. Who knows?
Zayn’s feet step closer and I feel his lips placed atop my head. “Don’t be sorry, it was funny” He coos as he walks over to his dresser with hair products, opening the top drawer and pulling out a pair of black basketball shorts. If it was funny why didn’t you laugh? Ughh, Zayn you are very mysterious. I watch him as he pulls off his jacket, hanging it on the hook behind his door and kicking off his shoes. We’re both incredibly quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Undress more, I want to see you. I mean.. put on feety pajamas. Damn him in feety pajamas would still be the hottest thing he could wear, I wouldn’t even care. He pulls off a necklace piece and hangs it on a post on his dresser, pulling off his shirt he lamely throws it aside. Oh dear Lord, Jesus almighty God thank you for this SMOKING, FUCKING HOT GUY THAT I PROBABLY DON’T HAVE A CHANCE WITH. The muscles in his back, contract and expand as he bends down, pulling off his jeans.
Man, I wish I brought an extra pair of underwear because the ocean is in mine at the moment. He kicks off his pants the rest of the way, joining his shirt on the floor. His back faces me as his cute little butt sits nicely in his tight Calvin Klein boxers. Can I pull them off with my teeth? He quickly turns around, smirking like a hot super model. Shit I’ve been spotted! He caught me staring. NOOOoooOoooOooo. My life is over, peace out world it was nice knowing you. “You like what you see?” My cheeks probably turn bright as a tomato while I playfully cover my eyes, only to spread them wide so I could still watch. You know what? I don’t care if he caught me staring; he needs to know I’m attracted to him. He’s obviously attracted to me. Right!? He winks, and then finishes the process by pulling up his shorts. Look at that chest, that torso. Nice and muscly, well-built and I just want to drag my tongue all along his body.
“Ohh, Aubrey has the hots for me” He squeals in a playful manner, being an obnoxious little boy he is. I just reply with a redden face and a scratch to my floral printed dress on my chest. Ahh, I never noticed how itchy this gets after a while. Zayn moves closer to his bed before he stops, seeing my reaction to my now itchy dress. He tilts his head to the side, turning on his heel he opens the drawer he got his basketball shorts from and pulls out a white t-shirt. He closes the drawer, handing me the shirt. I hold it in my hands, but his grip is still tightly held onto it. “You can change in the bathroom. Or you could change in here, in front of me. But you’re probably too afraid to take your clothes off” He whispers, a bit seductively. Is this a challenge? I think my ocean is overflowing.
He lets go of the shirt, walking around the bed to the other side and pulling open the covers. Pffft thinks I can’t undress in front of him. Okay, you cocky little bastard I’ll show you I’m game. I stiffly stand, taking my time stretching and yawning. My back faces him and I hear nothing from him, so I continue as if he wasn’t there. I unzip my dress, agonizingly slow. See, I know how to be seductive too Zayn. I smirk to myself as my dress pools at my feet. Your underwear and bra is just like a bathing suit, its fine Aubrey. Besides you’re a grown ass adult. I turn around to face him, and oh my goodness what a sight. His mouth is on the floor, with his eyes popping out of his head. “I think I just got a boner” He whispers. Payback bitch. “Ohh, Zayn has the hots for me” I mimic him like he did before. He shakes his head, closing his mouth “Now wait, that’s not fair” He points at me. I throw my head back in laughter, then stooping down to pick up the white shirt I had dropped on the floor. “I believe it is completely fair” I smile with appreciation, throwing the shirt over my head.
“Fine, I admit. You have one FINE ass” He snorts while getting in bed. My face turns into a shocked expression. Zayn thinks I have a nice ass? No, YOU’RE ass is fine Zayn. I smile with glee as I head out the door. “Aubrey?” I hear Zayn call. I stop in my tracks, turn around and peek my head in the door. “Yes?” I raise an eyebrow. “Where are you going?” He sits up, his knees coming in contact with his chest. “I’m going to sleep on the couch?” It comes out more like a question, I don’t know why don’t ask. His brows scrunch together.
“Why would you sleep on the couch?” He cocks his head.
“Where else am I supposed to sleep?” I look around the room, giving him bit of an attitude.
He sighs “Why would you sleep on the couch when there is a perfectly warm, comfortable spot right next to me?” He pouts. Holy shit, he wants ME to lie in the same bed as HIM? I hide my smile “What?” Did I imagine him saying that? Or did he actually say that? I’m hoping for the second one. Zayn lets out a long exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes and giving me a glare “Aubrey, I want you to lay with me. Why do you think I gave you my shirt? And I may or may not want to cuddle you. But we’ll just have to see if you get your cute little ass in my bed or not”
Wait this is so much to take in, okay so I didn’t imagine it. He actually wants me to lie next to him. He may or may not want to cuddle me!? He thinks I have a cute ass!? Wait Zayn actually said cuddle. He wants to cuddle ME!? Is Zayn a secret sweet heart? I thought he was different. Not a cuddler! I reluctantly step in his room, closing the door quietly behind me. I try to hide my smile once again but it plays on my mouth and I prance my way over next to Zayn. He props himself on his elbow, his knuckles resting against his cheek “And besides..” He trails off, waiting for me to get under the covers next to him, which I pleasingly do. “You’re already mine, I gave you that” He points to my neck. The hickey, oh my God does that actually mean he’s marked me to be his?
I rub the spot lightly, my face making pain. It’s so tender. Zayn moves himself closer, grabbing my hand and holding it in his own. He leans down, giving the spot a light kiss and trailing a few more kisses up to my lips. Giving me a quick passionate kiss he lays his head down on his pillow watching me. I love savoring your kiss, it’s so sweet and so real. You are so beautiful; I just wanna bottle you up and keep you to myself. We watch eachother for what seems like 10 minutes before my eyes start to droop and I snuggle closer to him, him wrapping his arm around my waist. Mmm yes, I could definitely get used to this. My mind wanders on from earlier today to now. But the main thing that runs through my mind is Where did he go tonight? And who was the suspicious person in that car that dropped him off?
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