The Bad Boy I Didn't Expect *On Hold*
Why?
A/N: Hello everyone! I've missed you. I'll keep this short and simple, this chapter WILL CONTAIN INAPPROPRIATE MATERIAL. So read at your own risk please, Also I wanted to point out Zayn and Aubrey HAVE NOT had sex yet. Some people were a little confused on that, they've only touched but haven't done the BIG do yet. One last thing, this chapter is a little short but has some very interesting info and I'm sorry I exaggerated a little bit in this. But yeah, hope you enjoy this :)
Chapter 26- Why?
*Aubrey’s P.O.V*
I stare up at the ceiling as I continue to reminisce. The fight Zayn and I just had had been heartbreaking. Am I wrong? Is he wrong? I’ve cried out all my tears as I continue lying on my bed. It’s 2 in the morning and I haven’t slept, I want to go check on Zayn but I’m sure he’s sleeping; our short time apart has really affected me. I slowly get off the mattress; I know we must speak about this whole thing sometime.
Opening my door, I peek out. It’s completely silent throughout the house, He must be sleeping. Quietly moving my feet along the hardwood floor I enter the living room wear I assume Zayn would be; and he is. He’s awake; he’s hunched over with his hands covering his face. Five empty Busch bottles sit next to him on the floor. He doesn’t notice me as I step closer. Dried blood still sticks to his fingers; the image of him holding Kevin down comes to mind before I quickly shake it off “Zayn?” I say in barely a whisper. His head snaps towards me, he’s silent for a moment; staring at me as if I’m actually there or not “Aubrey?” He slurs, Is he drunk? “Zayn” I say again, assuring him that I am not a figment of his imagination. He stares at me for a moment before speaking “I’m so sor-“ I quickly shut him up by placing my finger on his lips “Do not apologize” I say quietly. I do not hate him, I’m glad he did what he did. He had protected me like he was supposed to. In case you haven’t noticed but I have unforsakenly forgiven him. He tilts his head to the side, admiring me? Confused? I’m not sure.
Standing, I hold out my hand to him. He looks at it before standing and taking it; luckily I had ahold of him because he started tipping before I caught him, giggling I ask “Are you drunk Zayn?” he looks at me disheveled, staring down at the bottles on the floor he crookedly smiles “A little bit” he shows me with his thumb and forefinger. I chuckle again, Zayn drunk on just 5? That’s interesting. I evilly remind myself to take that into consideration later. Still holding onto my hand I guide us to my room, only to head straight for the bathroom. I must clean my protector. Of course I do not agree with the way he handled it, but what else was he supposed to do? Kevin was hurting me..
Helping Zayn sit on the toilet I reach for the cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit I knew would come in handy someday. I open it, pulling out cleaning alcohol and cotton. Reaching for Zayn’s hand he places it next to me on the sink. I give him a light smile and we sit in a comfortable silence “I’m sorry” he says quietly. I ignore his apology as I pour the alcohol on his knuckles. He flinches slightly but let’s me continue. The blood begins to wash down the drain as I rub it away “I’m glad I’m drunk because I’m a baby when it comes to pain” he chuckles. A chuckle that you would rarely hear, one he would never foreshow. I begin to wonder if he is open with himself, maybe even honest when he’s drunk. He just seems… calmer. “Zayn?” I ask, giving him gentle eyes “Yes baby?” He gives me a cheeky smile, one you would only see when he is in this state. I smile to his choice of words, my heart melting slightly “How easy do you get drunk?” He surely could not have gotten drunk off just those five.
He smiles “If I tell you, you’ll laugh” he looks away, slight shame on his face. Putting my fingers under his chin I pull his face towards me “I am your girlfriend, you can tell me anything” I say quietly, looking at him with sincerity. He huffs lightly “You’re gonna laugh but 3 beers do the trick” he slurs. My mouth drops slightly, no way. But.. He’s a guy. They get drunk like, 50 beers from 3. I keep my thoughts to myself as I continue cleaning his hand “So.. care to answer some more questions?” I ask, getting secrets out of him is fun and because he bottles himself up it’s hard to know anything about him. “Sure” he shrugs “Have you thought about getting medication?” I ask nonchalantly, I see in the corner of my eye that he stares at me before answering “For what?” he asks.
“Your anger, have you seen your doctor to have that checked?” I look at him as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. He sighs “Yes, I have. I have ADHD but I don’t want to take anything” That explains everything “You should re- No, end of discussion” He says, snapping at me a bit. I instantly drop it, I could easily bring his anger back and I don’t want to do that. We’re silent again. Placing the last Band-Aid on his pinky knuckle; he gives me his other hand and I continue fixing him “Aubrey?” his voice is quiet “Hm?” I hum without looking at him “I love you” I stop dead in my tracks. Did he just? I look at him now, his eyes are sincere, glossy a bit. He is clearly dunk and isn’t sure what he is saying, he surely doesn’t mean it. “Do you love me Aubrey?” He asks, his expression faint. Yes, I do. With all my heart. I gulp nervously, almost in tears. He’s the only person who can get me like this “Yes” I say in barley a whisper. He smiles, looking down at his bandaged hand. I lick my lips, unsure on what to say as I start putting Band-Aids on his knuckles.
“Who.. Who’s Brittany?” I ask, regretting the question instantly; possibly because I’ll get jealous or he might get mad and wouldn’t want to talk about it. He clears his throat “I did promise I would tell you, didn’t I?” I reminisce to the party we went too almost two months ago, I nod exclaiming he did. He groans lightly, sitting back on the toilet “Brittany is an ex of mine” he trails off. I figured that’s who she was, she must have hurt him real bad if he wants nothing to do with her “I loved her Aubrey, I’m sorry I’m telling you this because I’m sure you don’t want to hear it but it’s true. She was the first girl I fell in love with, everything was perfect; until she changed. She became mean and miserable and I ended the relationship the day I seen her hit Katie” I gasp to his last sentence. How could someone hit a child? “Why?” I whisper under my breath. He chuckles lamely “She accidentally spilled juice on her” I shake my head to this news; I’m upset and unsure on what to say. We are in silence again and decide not to ask any more questions on the topic. Yet alone think about it.
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“Come on Zayn, lay down” I chuckle with a hint of aggravation in my voice. He’s just been diddle dawdling to get in bed with me; he keeps claiming he isn’t ‘tired’ but you can see he is. It’s 3 AM now and I am really tired “Hey, is today Wednesday? I think I have work on Wednesday” he states, looking at the door. He gets up, heading straight for it. I quickly jump out of bed, pushing my body against the door “Oh no, it is too late for work. You’re drunk and I am NOT letting you leave this house” I exclaim, worry and my anger shows more through my voice then I wanted it too. He stares at me, shocked then switching his eyes to lust; his mouth does a lopsided grin and I can’t help but giggle “What’s so funny?” He asks, raising an eyebrow “Nothing, you’re just really cute when you’re drunk” I say, a light smile playing on my lips.
He smiles again, his hazelnut eyes glistening. “Now get in bed!” I yell playfully “You’re really cute when you’re mad. It turns me on” His voice is now low, and husky. I feel my heartbeat quicken, and my core begins to ignite for him. We’re silent, staring into each other’s eyes now. Oh how nice it would be for him to touch me.. But it isn’t fair, he is intoxicated and I just don’t want to take advantage of him. Even though I’m sure he would enjoy it, but it just isn’t fair. You know what I mean? “There are so many things I would do to you..” I’m broken from my trance with his words; I look up at him with want. His eyes glisten with lust. “Yeah.. Like what?” I whisper quietly, continuing the flirtation. “Mmm” He hums seductively, his right arm moves so he’s leaning against the wall; leaning closer to me.
I can hear his breathing, and his chest begins to breathe against mine “There are many ways I want to fuck you, but one I can’t wait to do is bending you over.. Hearing you moan my name as I fuck you from behind and pull your hair” He finishes by licking his lips, my breath hitches and I don’t know how much longer I can take this torture until I NEED him to touch me. He has such a dirty mouth.. and I strangely like it.
“I know you’re a sweet innocent girl Aubrey, but underneath all that mantra you’re a sex bunny waiting to be tamed. Once you know the feeling of sex you’ll want more..” He ends his sentence with a nibble to my ear and I have to let out a whimper from his turning me on. I push him off me lightly, sad I have to do this “Let’s go to bed Zayn” His face is shocked until it instantly changes to confusion. I hate turning his offer down but he’s drunk, and who knows if he’ll even remember tonight. I don’t want our touches to be forgotten. “Fine, but I have to release myself..” He says pulling his pants down. His grey boxers portray a large member in his pants and I can’t help but imagine releasing it for him. No, no Aubrey. You are going to bed. “Go into the bathroom” I say, shooing him away. Angry with myself, I cross my arms putting on a pout. Stupid conscious, I’m missing out on Zayn touching himself. I frown, thinking about him moving his hand up and down along his length and the way his mouth opens when he’s about to come..
I stare at the bathroom door evilly before I hear a pleasurable groan. I can’t help myself before I’m already up and opening the door.
He stands over the sink with his boxers around his ankles, his bare ass stares at me as I stand in the doorway. He turns slightly, a smirk on his mouth as he watches me in the doorway “Can I help you?” He asks cockily, his smirk continuing. I don’t say anything, instead I take four long strides before I’m right next to him; giving him an intense kiss I get down on my knees in front of him. I’m unsure on what I’m doing, my body is just doing it; I just want him really bad. He smirks down on me, palming his member one last time before he’s pushing it into my mouth. An ushered breath runs through his gritted teeth as he stares at me with hopeful eyes. I begin to bob my head back and forth, sucking gently as I do so. His hand grips a handful of my hair as his other holds on to the sink.
He holds my head in place as he starts to push himself in and out of my mouth; I try to take as much as I can until I start to gag; instantly pulling him out. I wipe my mouth and my watery eyes “I’m sorry” he apologizes sincerely. I smile as I inch my knees closer to him. Surprised by my own actions I open my mouth “Wait..” Zayn says quickly, I tilt my head to the side wondering what’s wrong “Can you take your shirt off?” His lopsided grin returns. I giggle, pulling it over my head as I toss it to the side. My braless breasts nip to the instant change of atmosphere “You look so hot right now” he says huskily, his grin replacing to pleasure as I begin sucking on him again.
We go back to the way it was before, his hand in my hair and his other one gripping the sink. This time he lets me do it myself, pulling him out I lick the tip; then suckle gently on it. His head falls back, moaning a “Fuck” I push him in as far as I can take before bobbing my head again, his voice ring’s in my ears as I hear him say “Look at me” and I do, I look up at him as I do something dirty and that’s when he loses it, his mouth falls open as he’s pulling out; Squirting his juices on my cheek, my lips and my chest.
“Fuck, I’m sorry” he says as he’s reaching for the hand towel “I was going to say I was going too, but then you looked up at me and I just couldn’t he-“ It’s okay” I interrupt. Smiling as I feel the warmth of his come becomes cold, he looks at me curiously; a small smile on his lips. Before I knew what I was doing, I lick my lips; instantly regretting the decision I taste him in my mouth. I thought it would be saltier then what it was, it was quite sweet and warm. My eyes wander back to Zayn and his face is just awe, I’m surprised I did it too. But it wasn’t that bad “What?” I giggle, getting off the floor I hear my knees crack and it feels good to be off them “You’re so cute” He smiles, rubbing the towel on my cheek and my chest wiping away his children. Finishing, he leans down kissing both my breasts before kissing my lips. I giggle before pulling my shirt on and pulling my toothbrush from the holder on the side “I’ll meet you in bed” Zayn says before kissing my cheek and leaving the bathroom.
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Finishing my teeth I turn the light off in the bathroom and enter my room, only to find Zayn about passed out in his boxers. I smile as I walk to my side, pulling my shorts off to sleep in my panties I get under the covers. Zayn stirs as his eyes open slightly, smiling he gets under them with me. Getting comfortable I turn to my side, we’re both silent for five minutes before his arm wraps around me and pulls me into his chest. I flutter my eyes shut before I begin to wonder If Zayn really meant what he said when he said he loved me..
Chapter 26- Why?
*Aubrey’s P.O.V*
I stare up at the ceiling as I continue to reminisce. The fight Zayn and I just had had been heartbreaking. Am I wrong? Is he wrong? I’ve cried out all my tears as I continue lying on my bed. It’s 2 in the morning and I haven’t slept, I want to go check on Zayn but I’m sure he’s sleeping; our short time apart has really affected me. I slowly get off the mattress; I know we must speak about this whole thing sometime.
Opening my door, I peek out. It’s completely silent throughout the house, He must be sleeping. Quietly moving my feet along the hardwood floor I enter the living room wear I assume Zayn would be; and he is. He’s awake; he’s hunched over with his hands covering his face. Five empty Busch bottles sit next to him on the floor. He doesn’t notice me as I step closer. Dried blood still sticks to his fingers; the image of him holding Kevin down comes to mind before I quickly shake it off “Zayn?” I say in barely a whisper. His head snaps towards me, he’s silent for a moment; staring at me as if I’m actually there or not “Aubrey?” He slurs, Is he drunk? “Zayn” I say again, assuring him that I am not a figment of his imagination. He stares at me for a moment before speaking “I’m so sor-“ I quickly shut him up by placing my finger on his lips “Do not apologize” I say quietly. I do not hate him, I’m glad he did what he did. He had protected me like he was supposed to. In case you haven’t noticed but I have unforsakenly forgiven him. He tilts his head to the side, admiring me? Confused? I’m not sure.
Standing, I hold out my hand to him. He looks at it before standing and taking it; luckily I had ahold of him because he started tipping before I caught him, giggling I ask “Are you drunk Zayn?” he looks at me disheveled, staring down at the bottles on the floor he crookedly smiles “A little bit” he shows me with his thumb and forefinger. I chuckle again, Zayn drunk on just 5? That’s interesting. I evilly remind myself to take that into consideration later. Still holding onto my hand I guide us to my room, only to head straight for the bathroom. I must clean my protector. Of course I do not agree with the way he handled it, but what else was he supposed to do? Kevin was hurting me..
Helping Zayn sit on the toilet I reach for the cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit I knew would come in handy someday. I open it, pulling out cleaning alcohol and cotton. Reaching for Zayn’s hand he places it next to me on the sink. I give him a light smile and we sit in a comfortable silence “I’m sorry” he says quietly. I ignore his apology as I pour the alcohol on his knuckles. He flinches slightly but let’s me continue. The blood begins to wash down the drain as I rub it away “I’m glad I’m drunk because I’m a baby when it comes to pain” he chuckles. A chuckle that you would rarely hear, one he would never foreshow. I begin to wonder if he is open with himself, maybe even honest when he’s drunk. He just seems… calmer. “Zayn?” I ask, giving him gentle eyes “Yes baby?” He gives me a cheeky smile, one you would only see when he is in this state. I smile to his choice of words, my heart melting slightly “How easy do you get drunk?” He surely could not have gotten drunk off just those five.
He smiles “If I tell you, you’ll laugh” he looks away, slight shame on his face. Putting my fingers under his chin I pull his face towards me “I am your girlfriend, you can tell me anything” I say quietly, looking at him with sincerity. He huffs lightly “You’re gonna laugh but 3 beers do the trick” he slurs. My mouth drops slightly, no way. But.. He’s a guy. They get drunk like, 50 beers from 3. I keep my thoughts to myself as I continue cleaning his hand “So.. care to answer some more questions?” I ask, getting secrets out of him is fun and because he bottles himself up it’s hard to know anything about him. “Sure” he shrugs “Have you thought about getting medication?” I ask nonchalantly, I see in the corner of my eye that he stares at me before answering “For what?” he asks.
“Your anger, have you seen your doctor to have that checked?” I look at him as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. He sighs “Yes, I have. I have ADHD but I don’t want to take anything” That explains everything “You should re- No, end of discussion” He says, snapping at me a bit. I instantly drop it, I could easily bring his anger back and I don’t want to do that. We’re silent again. Placing the last Band-Aid on his pinky knuckle; he gives me his other hand and I continue fixing him “Aubrey?” his voice is quiet “Hm?” I hum without looking at him “I love you” I stop dead in my tracks. Did he just? I look at him now, his eyes are sincere, glossy a bit. He is clearly dunk and isn’t sure what he is saying, he surely doesn’t mean it. “Do you love me Aubrey?” He asks, his expression faint. Yes, I do. With all my heart. I gulp nervously, almost in tears. He’s the only person who can get me like this “Yes” I say in barley a whisper. He smiles, looking down at his bandaged hand. I lick my lips, unsure on what to say as I start putting Band-Aids on his knuckles.
“Who.. Who’s Brittany?” I ask, regretting the question instantly; possibly because I’ll get jealous or he might get mad and wouldn’t want to talk about it. He clears his throat “I did promise I would tell you, didn’t I?” I reminisce to the party we went too almost two months ago, I nod exclaiming he did. He groans lightly, sitting back on the toilet “Brittany is an ex of mine” he trails off. I figured that’s who she was, she must have hurt him real bad if he wants nothing to do with her “I loved her Aubrey, I’m sorry I’m telling you this because I’m sure you don’t want to hear it but it’s true. She was the first girl I fell in love with, everything was perfect; until she changed. She became mean and miserable and I ended the relationship the day I seen her hit Katie” I gasp to his last sentence. How could someone hit a child? “Why?” I whisper under my breath. He chuckles lamely “She accidentally spilled juice on her” I shake my head to this news; I’m upset and unsure on what to say. We are in silence again and decide not to ask any more questions on the topic. Yet alone think about it.
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“Come on Zayn, lay down” I chuckle with a hint of aggravation in my voice. He’s just been diddle dawdling to get in bed with me; he keeps claiming he isn’t ‘tired’ but you can see he is. It’s 3 AM now and I am really tired “Hey, is today Wednesday? I think I have work on Wednesday” he states, looking at the door. He gets up, heading straight for it. I quickly jump out of bed, pushing my body against the door “Oh no, it is too late for work. You’re drunk and I am NOT letting you leave this house” I exclaim, worry and my anger shows more through my voice then I wanted it too. He stares at me, shocked then switching his eyes to lust; his mouth does a lopsided grin and I can’t help but giggle “What’s so funny?” He asks, raising an eyebrow “Nothing, you’re just really cute when you’re drunk” I say, a light smile playing on my lips.
He smiles again, his hazelnut eyes glistening. “Now get in bed!” I yell playfully “You’re really cute when you’re mad. It turns me on” His voice is now low, and husky. I feel my heartbeat quicken, and my core begins to ignite for him. We’re silent, staring into each other’s eyes now. Oh how nice it would be for him to touch me.. But it isn’t fair, he is intoxicated and I just don’t want to take advantage of him. Even though I’m sure he would enjoy it, but it just isn’t fair. You know what I mean? “There are so many things I would do to you..” I’m broken from my trance with his words; I look up at him with want. His eyes glisten with lust. “Yeah.. Like what?” I whisper quietly, continuing the flirtation. “Mmm” He hums seductively, his right arm moves so he’s leaning against the wall; leaning closer to me.
I can hear his breathing, and his chest begins to breathe against mine “There are many ways I want to fuck you, but one I can’t wait to do is bending you over.. Hearing you moan my name as I fuck you from behind and pull your hair” He finishes by licking his lips, my breath hitches and I don’t know how much longer I can take this torture until I NEED him to touch me. He has such a dirty mouth.. and I strangely like it.
“I know you’re a sweet innocent girl Aubrey, but underneath all that mantra you’re a sex bunny waiting to be tamed. Once you know the feeling of sex you’ll want more..” He ends his sentence with a nibble to my ear and I have to let out a whimper from his turning me on. I push him off me lightly, sad I have to do this “Let’s go to bed Zayn” His face is shocked until it instantly changes to confusion. I hate turning his offer down but he’s drunk, and who knows if he’ll even remember tonight. I don’t want our touches to be forgotten. “Fine, but I have to release myself..” He says pulling his pants down. His grey boxers portray a large member in his pants and I can’t help but imagine releasing it for him. No, no Aubrey. You are going to bed. “Go into the bathroom” I say, shooing him away. Angry with myself, I cross my arms putting on a pout. Stupid conscious, I’m missing out on Zayn touching himself. I frown, thinking about him moving his hand up and down along his length and the way his mouth opens when he’s about to come..
I stare at the bathroom door evilly before I hear a pleasurable groan. I can’t help myself before I’m already up and opening the door.
He stands over the sink with his boxers around his ankles, his bare ass stares at me as I stand in the doorway. He turns slightly, a smirk on his mouth as he watches me in the doorway “Can I help you?” He asks cockily, his smirk continuing. I don’t say anything, instead I take four long strides before I’m right next to him; giving him an intense kiss I get down on my knees in front of him. I’m unsure on what I’m doing, my body is just doing it; I just want him really bad. He smirks down on me, palming his member one last time before he’s pushing it into my mouth. An ushered breath runs through his gritted teeth as he stares at me with hopeful eyes. I begin to bob my head back and forth, sucking gently as I do so. His hand grips a handful of my hair as his other holds on to the sink.
He holds my head in place as he starts to push himself in and out of my mouth; I try to take as much as I can until I start to gag; instantly pulling him out. I wipe my mouth and my watery eyes “I’m sorry” he apologizes sincerely. I smile as I inch my knees closer to him. Surprised by my own actions I open my mouth “Wait..” Zayn says quickly, I tilt my head to the side wondering what’s wrong “Can you take your shirt off?” His lopsided grin returns. I giggle, pulling it over my head as I toss it to the side. My braless breasts nip to the instant change of atmosphere “You look so hot right now” he says huskily, his grin replacing to pleasure as I begin sucking on him again.
We go back to the way it was before, his hand in my hair and his other one gripping the sink. This time he lets me do it myself, pulling him out I lick the tip; then suckle gently on it. His head falls back, moaning a “Fuck” I push him in as far as I can take before bobbing my head again, his voice ring’s in my ears as I hear him say “Look at me” and I do, I look up at him as I do something dirty and that’s when he loses it, his mouth falls open as he’s pulling out; Squirting his juices on my cheek, my lips and my chest.
“Fuck, I’m sorry” he says as he’s reaching for the hand towel “I was going to say I was going too, but then you looked up at me and I just couldn’t he-“ It’s okay” I interrupt. Smiling as I feel the warmth of his come becomes cold, he looks at me curiously; a small smile on his lips. Before I knew what I was doing, I lick my lips; instantly regretting the decision I taste him in my mouth. I thought it would be saltier then what it was, it was quite sweet and warm. My eyes wander back to Zayn and his face is just awe, I’m surprised I did it too. But it wasn’t that bad “What?” I giggle, getting off the floor I hear my knees crack and it feels good to be off them “You’re so cute” He smiles, rubbing the towel on my cheek and my chest wiping away his children. Finishing, he leans down kissing both my breasts before kissing my lips. I giggle before pulling my shirt on and pulling my toothbrush from the holder on the side “I’ll meet you in bed” Zayn says before kissing my cheek and leaving the bathroom.
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Finishing my teeth I turn the light off in the bathroom and enter my room, only to find Zayn about passed out in his boxers. I smile as I walk to my side, pulling my shorts off to sleep in my panties I get under the covers. Zayn stirs as his eyes open slightly, smiling he gets under them with me. Getting comfortable I turn to my side, we’re both silent for five minutes before his arm wraps around me and pulls me into his chest. I flutter my eyes shut before I begin to wonder If Zayn really meant what he said when he said he loved me..
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