A/N: Hello pancakes!! I'm pretty proud I got this out to you within three days, things have been very good for me and I feel great :)) So this chapter is kinda a filler, BUT there is some juicy stuff inside c; You find out a few things about Liamson, haha yeah, kinda came up with it myself :// Liam and Allison, I suck at ship names. I'm sorry. (I'm quite awkward, please don't hate me) But anyways, you learn something horrific from Aubrey. And Zayn also has something to share.

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Chapter- 13 “Your Beauty Will Never End”

After walking a half an hour from Zayn’s house, to Alexis and Katie’s best friend’s house, we’re finally just five minutes away from my place. We never took Zayn’s fancy sports car because he said he left it at Niall’s. Which I don’t understand, but he did get dropped off at his house last night. Maybe that was Niall in the car, talking to him. I don’t know I’m just glad I never wore heels with my dress because my feet would have been killing me. Zayn held my hand the minute we stepped out of his dwelling, it’s like he wants to show that I’m his, and he’s mine. I really like holding his large hand, it’s soft and fits so perfectly in mine and.. Aubrey quit daydreaming already, you’re giving me a headache and we’re just about at your house.

“I have to shower” I say out of the blue. He smiles, squeezing my hand “Maybe I could joi-“he earns a smack to the chest for his almost finished remark. I chuckle though, because I would love him too. But.. I don’t know I want us to get frisky; I still need to tell him my secret. If it’s even a secret.. “I’m just kidding” he adds playfully, squeezing my hand once more. Now entering the yard I see my car, and a motorcycle parked behind it. “Liam’s” Zayn hushes reading my thoughts instantly. If they’re together I’m going to throw a big party because they are probably the cutest couple ever. Hmmm.. Zayn and I should play matchmaker that would be fun! Wallowing in my thoughts we make it to my steps, walking up them and nonchalantly opening the door. The next thing I hear will probably be one of the most terrifying things I have ever heard.

First, there’s a loud grunt and then “God you’re so wet and you’re so fuckin tight..” another loud groan, but also a woman’s. Allison and Liam! Are they doing what I think they’re doing!? “You’re so big..” A breathy Allison moans. I cover my mouth trying my hardest not to laugh, looking up to Zayn who is silently laughing, he’s just dying to burst out in tears. We enter the house quietly, making sure no noises were being made as we stick our heads into the living room. Oh boy what a sight, what I thought was happening is actually happening. There was Liam, his pants around his ankles with his hands placed on Allison’s ass with her up against the wall, her bra hanging off her shoulders with her legs bare and wrapped around his waist. Liam’s face in her neck, as her facial expression shows pleasure and enjoyment. Boy oh boy! “Oh my God” I say loud enough so they hear, my mouth drops. Then I hear a “Holy shit” From Zayn as we both stand fully in the doorway.

Liam and Allison stop and we all just stare for five seconds at eachother. Never have I walked in on a couple making love before. Allison’s face is probably the funniest looking right now, Zayn breaks the tension between us all in this awkward state. “Quick get a camera” Zayn hushes to me. “NOOooOOOooOOo” Liam yells as Allison opens the door right next to them, he bolts with Allison still around his waist, falling to the floor then slamming the door shut with his foot. I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I let the laughter out, tears forming in my eyes and trickling down my cheeks. Zayn watches me for a split second before he joins me, holding his waist and just letting it all out. That was a VERY funny experience. We come to a finish, holding eachother in a precious hug. I don’t know why we’re hugging, maybe because we just want to be close to eachother.

Whatever, I don’t mind. I like being in his large embrace. We release eachother, sighing with relief I hold his hand and start heading for my room. Before walking completely, we stop in front Allison’s room. Zayn puts his ear up to the door trying to listen for any noises. I tilt my head wondering if there is anything but Zayn shakes his head no. “You’re so big..” He squeals, trying to mimic Allison’s voice into the door, causing me to laugh once more. I hold my hand over my mouth, trying to contain myself. “Fuck off” Liam roars on the other side, Zayn snorts a laugh before I pull his hand to follow me once again. He obliges, squeezing my hand and following mindlessly behind me. I don’t think I ever showed him my room, I remember the boys coming for dinner but I think that that is the one place I never showed him.

I turn the handle, hearing the click while I open it slowly. Just the way I left it, makeup lying around, bed made and curtains open. “My sanctuary” I hold up my arms, showing off my room. He steps in cautiously, taking in inch by inch the size and items in my room.

*Zayn’s P.O.V*

Her room seems a bit girly, but in a womanly way. I shove my hands in my pockets, admiring all the little details in her room, Makeup and jewelry with pictures, and just girl things in general. It’s typical, pretty and elegant in Aubrey’s own way. I like it. “Very pretty” I nod. She walks over to her dresser, picking up the makeup and setting them up in a fashionly manner. “Sorry that it’s in a bit of a mess” She shrugs lamely. I chuckle, You should see my room half the time. She smiles that beautiful smile that I just love seeing while padding over to a sliding door, she opens it to reveal a closet. She walks in, disappearing from view for a second before reappearing holding a few items in her hand. “You don’t have to stand. Here, sit” She stops at the end of her bed, setting the items off to the side and patting the middle. I oblige, nodding and taking a seat. You should undress for me. Hehe, oops um I mean.. You are very beautiful.

My face turns into a thinking expression, hoping she doesn’t notice but sadly she does and makes the same face as me. “What are you thinking?” she asks looking at me through her mirror, pulling her hair out of a pony tail that she had put in earlier. I shrug “Just uhh.. thinking about tonight” She eyeballs me for a second before setting her hair tie down. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask..” Oh no, she’s probably going to ask about last night. I mean it’s going to come sooner or later, but not yet please! “Where are we going tonight?” she brushes out her hair, watching me aimlessly once again. I let out my breath that I was holding in for forever slowly, so she doesn’t notice. Luckily she doesn’t “Well, gym first then.. someplace else” I want to surprise her, has she even been to a party before? What if she gets mad because I brought her? Her lips formed into a pout, she unzips her dress, it pools to her feet and she comes closer to me, spreading her legs and sitting on my lap. “Please” she whined seductively, running her hands down my chest.

Yup, yes. I’m getting turned on, I’m getting a boner. I want to touch her, want to feel her. But I can’t, stay strong Zayn. You can do it, she may look like a sex God, but you can hold it. You can... “Please” She asks again in a low sexy voice, her lip popping out a bit more. Damnit Zayn! Don’t break; don’t let her get to you! I lay back, my head flopping near the top of the bed, Aubrey now straddles me. Earlier today you told her you wanted to fuck her, give her a quick fuck then. Do it. I can’t. Why can’t you? Because... I... Don’t want to fuck her... I don’t want to sound like a pussy, so I’m not gonna say it. But I want to be special with her. Wow, Zayn’s getting all mushy. Why let her do this to you? You can ‘fuck’ other girls but you can’t fuck Aubrey? What makes her so different, so special? Zayn, you’re known to be an asshole, fuck her and get it over with. She’ll stay with you either way; you know she likes you way too much. No matter what you do to her, she’ll probably stay. Fuck off; I don’t want to hurt her.

My mind fights with me, my dark mean angry side. I will not hurt her, even if it means not having sex with her. I can’t, I won’t. She’s a woman who probably wants passionate love, I can’t love. She’s probably good at ‘making love’, she probably knows HOW TO. I do not... I’ve never ‘made love’ there I said it. I’ve always giving girls a fuck and that would be it. ‘Making love’ is something I’ve never done before, I’ve tried, I just can’t.. I want to tell her what’s running through my mind. But what if she laughs at me? The first time I tried I was made fun of because I ‘wasn’t doing it right’.. Her body lies on top of mine, her fingers running through my hair as her precious blue eyes stare into mine. Ahh No! No! No! No! Don’t tell her. It’s a surprise.
I try looking stern, making a serious face and turning so I’m not looking at her. I cross my arms, pushing her back a bit.

“No” I pout. Bad idea shit. Her perfect ass sits back on my hard on, causing me to be turned on even more. FUCK. I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself, block her out of my mind. Maybe If I imagine her not there she’ll disappear. She looks at me evilly, maliciously; she presses her tits down on my arms. This is the longest I have contained myself from such a beautiful woman. Fuck Zayn no! Don’t do- “I’m taking you to a party” I let out a quick breath. Good job keeping it in dumbass. She’s so fuckin hot I couldn’t help it, I’m sorry! She is hot, we scored big time Zaynie boy. “A party!?” Her mouth widens with glee, sitting herself completely on my hard dick and opening her arms wide. Moving her hips back and forth, side to side she does a little dance of excitement. I try holding back my groan from all this joy, and her on me. I place my hands around her small hips; she comes back face to face with me, placing her palms on my chest she straightens herself, stretching a bit.

The lighting is perfect, the sunlight hitting her beautiful face at the right angle. Her skin tone shining and her breasts perfectly shaped in her leopard bra, her hair covering her eye, she could be a model. I admire her with adoration and beauty, my sex drive disappearing almost instantly “What have you dreamed of becoming?” It just slips out, I don’t think it through. I push the hair out her eyes as I await an answer. She cocks her head, watching me from above and simply shrugs. “I don’t know..” This girl could get into beauty school easily how does she not know what she wants to be. “I’ve never worried, I’ve just thought that one day it would hit me. And I would try to achieve it” She shrugs again; her fingers linger and end up playing with my facial hair, which I allow her. “What about you?” She bends to eye level with me, curling the hair with her fingers. We go from playing around to seriousness about what we want to be when we’re older. Well we’re old enough to where we should be working but instead we’re just living life to the fullest. So working at the library isn’t what she’s dreamt of doing. “Zayn?” I come back to reality, staring into her big blue eyes.

“Hmm?” I bring my arm around and settle it under my head, watching where I can get a better look at her without her knowing. “What about you?” She asks again, running her fingers along my stubble. Would she laugh? Nahh go for it. “I’ve always thought about going for art and stuff like that” I say lamely, it’s nothing special really. She smiles widely, tilting her head to the side again “That’s great, you should” Her lips form a perfect smile, I really do love it. See, no laughing just positivity from this Angel. “You should go take a shower now” I lean up, giving her a smooch. She nods, slipping herself from the bed and walking over to her desk, opening it and grabbing a notebook with a pencil. She smiles a bit embarrassed, biting her lip she holds them out to me. “Draw me a picture?” Her arms come close to her body, trying to hide herself from me. I mildly smile, lightly taking them from her hands. “It’ll pass the time” She adds giving me a quick kiss on my mouth. I open the notebook to a clean page and sit back on the bed. “I’ll be quick” She stops at the door, which I believe is the bathroom. “Take your time” I nod. Really, no rush. I’ll draw you a beautiful picture, make it the best I’ve ever drawn.

She smiles, closing the door behind her and hearing the faint click, now knowing that she will be in there for a good amount of time I put my mind in gear, thinking of something to draw. A dog? No, to simple. A butterfly? nope, to original. I draw two lines down the paper, imagining it to be a post. I start drawing thin lining around it. Ughh, just draw something a girl likes, something pretty. I sigh, annoyed and get up from the bed. Leaving the notebook and pencil lying there, I need inspiration. I don’t really want to snoop around but I need something to draw. I quietly walk to her dresser with all the makeup lying around. This stuff is so weird. I pick up a round bottle ‘El Rose’’ Hmm. That gives me bit of an idea. I scurry back over to her bed, plopping myself down and picking up the pencil, finishing the thin lining that wraps all the way down. I start bringing it out and making the rounded areas, making sure I give it the most detail I possibly can.

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Fifteen minutes later and I have finally completed the picture; it’s a rose hanging on for dear life on the post I drew. The petals large and detailed, probably one of the best things I have ever drawn. To top it all off I finished it before she came out AND I wrote a note on the bottom with my artistic graffiti skills. I hear the shower turn off, the opening of the glass door and then it being shut. A minute later I hear the sound of a blow dryer and a quiet humming. I’ve sat waiting for a few minutes and I don’t want to rush her so I decide to take admiration to her room. Mindlessly walking around, glancing at every little object. I stop for a second, noticing a picture frame with Aubrey in it, with a woman unknown to me pressed against her cheek. The woman’s hair is short, pearl earrings and a huge smile plastered on both of their faces. They look very happy; the woman is MUCH older looking but still has that womanly beauty to her. Maybe it’s her mother or something. I take one last look before taking a few more steps, stopping to admire another photo.

A young girl, maybe the age of thirteen with that same woman, but a man holding them both from behind. They all smile at the camera with pure bliss; with happiness like nothing could break them. I pull my hand out my pocket, reaching for the picture and holding it with the utmost care. Seems to mean a lot, maybe her parents? The woman looks the same but younger than in the other photo. The man has dark hair, a faint beard with blue eyes. Paying closer attention to the girl, It IS Aubrey, the people clearly are her parents, the woman has the same smile as Aubrey’s and the man has the same eyes as her. “That’s my parents and I” A small voice came from the side of me. I glance quickly, Aubrey almost scaring the pants off of me. She stood next to me, looking sadly down at the photo I held in my hands. Her dry brown hair perfectly sits on her shoulders, a towel wrapped above her breasts, secured tightly. Her eyes had no makeup, her skin looking so soft and so smooth, her little feet pushed next to eachother on the carpet, scrunching them every so often.

The beauty of her face catches me every time, this may be the first time I’ve seen her without makeup but she looks so damn beautiful. “Do you ever see them?” I ask with quietness to my voice, I feel I shouldn’t be loud. She’s so quiet and vulnerable and shy. She’s so adorable. She slides her tongue across her lips, a sudden shakiness along her body. I notice and quickly set the photo down. I wrap my arms around her and hear a quiet sob run from her lips, I feel the dampness on my shirt instantly. Oh no, I shouldn’t have asked. I never want to see her cry, she must not see them. I hold her close, engulfing her in my embrace. I want her to know that I’m here for her.

I run my fingers through her hair, kissing the top of her head as she cries continually in my chest. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked..” I say quietly into her head, I rock her back and forth trying to soothe whatever kind of pain she’s in. “No.. It’s just.. I see my mother. I love her so much, but it’s my father..” She chokes out, sniffling in between words. She sees her mother, but not her father. That makes two of us.. “He died in a car accident” She says stiffly, I instantly frown, poor girl. “He was such a great guy, and he was ripped from us” She sobs again. I release myself from her, bending down and picking her up bridal style. “Zayn what are you doing?” She quickly fixes her towel so I don’t see her private area. I just want her to relax. I take a large four steps before reaching her bed and laying her down on it, making sure her body is in a comfortable position. “Please don’t cry..” I ask sadly, kissing her on her forehead. I quickly walk around the bed, lying next to her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer into me. She adjusts her towel once more, sniffling and just lying there, her head lolling to the side. Her sobs have stopped but silent tears still stream down her elegant face.

“I never meant to make you cry, I’m sorry..” I say again, brushing my thumb across her reddened cheeks, wiping all those sad tears away. She sniffles, snuggling herself into my chest “I’m sorry that I’m crying, I didn’t mean too. I just.. haven’t thought about him in a while and it gets to me sometimes” She croaks sadly. Causing me to frown once more I kiss the side of her head, running fingers through her hair. “I don’t have my dad either..” I say discouragingly. I don’t want to talk about him, but I feel good when I’m talking with Aubrey. “What happened to him?” She asks, bringing herself up and resting her head on her hand. I scratch my head and just let it out “He left us when my mom had Alexis..” I say coldly, I hate him, I don’t like talking about him and I certainly don’t like thinking about him. He’s a disgusting human being. “I’m sorry” She cups her hand on my cheek, giving me her utmost affection. I place my hand atop of hers, my thumb grazing her smooth skin. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault. And he’s a douchebag” I shrug, wetting my lips and gazing into her beautiful eyes.

“I really like you Aubrey” I tell her what I’ve been feeling for a while now, kissing her hand that still caressed my cheek. I want her to know, I want to know if she feels the same. Be with me please? I want you, to be mine. No one else’s.. She smiles “I really like you too Zayn” Her cheeks flush, causing me to laugh a little bit. “What?” She asks giggling. “You’re blushing” I make fun of her a little, poking her cheek lightly. “Am not” she swipes my hand away playfully.
I roll my eyes, remembering about the picture she wanted me to draw for her. I turn over, reaching for the notebook on the stand. “Here” I set it in between us, opening it to the page. I hope she likes it. I position myself so I’m sitting flat on my stomach, folding my arms and burying my head in them, acting like a little child who is too shy to look at anyone. She sits up, adjusting her towel and smiling at me before looking down at the paper, her face widens into an amazed expression. I watch her through the peep hole of my arms, her face turning into happiness and glee.

*Aubrey’s P.O.V*

This picture is the best I have ever seen. No wonder he should be in arts, he’s good at it! I trace my fingers along the detailed picture, noticing every little detail of the flower budding and tearing at certain parts. At the bottom I see five simple words ‘Your beauty will never end’ Zayn thinks I’m beautiful? He actually thinks I’m pretty? It’s so detailed and so good I want to frame it and keep it forever. “This is amazing” I exclaim to him, he hides himself like a child. Is he embarrassed? He shouldn’t be this is pure art! “Thank you” I hear him muffled in his arms. He finally pulls his head out of his arms and gleams warmly, his cheeks red. See I’m not the only one that blushes here! “Aww Zayn” I chuckle lying my body on top of his. “You’re blushing” I add quickly, toppling all over him. We act like two children who have been friends for years.

Notes

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