Sitting in her living room, Audry let her eyes drift to the window where rain tapped against the glass. Resting her head against her knees, she wondered how long this would last. She wondered when he would leave and find someone else. It always happened. Never failing.

The bedroom door creaked open, its sad whine alerting her to Zayn’s presence. His hair was more disheveled than it had been when he’d arrived and as he walked into the room, Audry let her eyes roam over his bare chest. She had stolen his shirt and when he saw this he smirked.

“You keeping that one as well?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she replied with a smile. “I’m starting a collection.”

Taking a seat beside her on the sofa, he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips against her soft cheek. If anyone outside had seen them, they’d think the two were a happy couple. No one would guess that it was the first time the two had seen or spoken to each other in six months. Even Audry couldn’t believe just how comfortable he was with her. If she didn’t know better she’d almost believe they were dating.

“I’m gonna wake up without any shirts one day, aren’t I?”

“It’s possible,” she giggled, her heart beat a little faster than normal as his skin pressed against hers.

“You’re lucky it looks good on you,” he said, pulling at the fabric slightly.

“Everything looks good on me,” she joked.

“Especially me,” Zayn stated earning a laugh.

After a moment, Audry sighed. She wasn’t a mistress or anything, but she wasn’t Zayn’s girlfriend either. If she were asked to classify their relationship it would be friends with benefits, but most of the time she just felt like an upper-class groupie. She was Zayn’s go to girl when he didn’t have a girlfriend and it seemed it would never change.

“Especially you.” Biting her lip, she paused for a moment before letting the question slip through, “When are you leaving next?”

Licking his lips, it looked like he’d expected the question. “Next month sometime.”

Nodding, Audry tried not to let the sting she felt show. It seemed every time that he came back he spent less and less time with her. She didn’t want him to know that she was hurt by it. She didn’t want him to know that she wanted more. It was enough that she had him for the time she did, at least that’s what she told herself.

Her eyes fell to the rug that sat beneath her coffee table as she took in the short amount of time that gave her with the handsome boy. She spent so much time thinking about him, and wanting him, but it seemed it would never work. He didn’t feel same about her and that much was clear, but she didn’t want to lose even the small part of Zayn that belonged to her.

“I swear this time I’ll call,” he whispered against her hear.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep,” she whispered back before turning to meet his eyes. “Just… Just say you won’t forget about me.”

“I could never forget you,” he told her, his thumb rubbing against her jaw before he brushed his lips against hers. “You’re too gorgeous,” he said pressing his lips lightly to her cheek. “Too sweet,” he continued his lips moving to her jaw. “Too understanding,” he whispered as he kissed her neck, his lips like a light breeze against her skin. “And far too sexy,” he murmured before kissing her collarbone, “for me to ever forget.”

A shiver ran up her spine as his hand dipped below the white t-shirt she’d stolen from him and her resolve went out the door once again. He knew exactly how to keep her wanting more, every teasing touch and careful kiss only serving to pull her further under his spell. His teeth nipped at her delicate skin as he slowly leaned her back against the sofa. As he pulled the t-shirt up, she giggled.

“Getting dressed just to get undressed, I see,” she murmured as he smirked at her.

“Isn’t that the best way?”

“When you don’t have to get up at five tomorrow, yes,” she replied pulling the shirt down. “I have to go to work.”

Scrunching his nose, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Call in sick, spend the day with me.”
And there it was the easy answer. Simply call in sick and spend time with the shirtless boy in front of her or go to work. The first option sounded a lot more fun. Sighing, she gave in and pressed her lips to his.

“Alright,” she started, “You win.”

A smile pulled at Zayn’s lips as he tugged the white tee off the petite girl, before pressing his lips against hers. It seemed he always won when it came to her. She never even stood a chance, he was her weakness, her kryptonite and every time she thought he was gone for good, he came back and threw her on the roller coaster again. There was never an instance where she didn’t come when he called. She was his in the simplest of manners. An upper-class groupie and as of late, she was wondering if it was worth it.

Was the short time worth the looks she got from those who knew? Was it worth the judgments? Was it worth the pitying stare? Was it worth the messages on twitter calling her a whore? She didn’t know. She wished he had never found fame for that one reason. Her name was out there as a black mark simply because she was never publicly claimed as a girlfriend or friend. It she had her way, she would have said no at the start, but then she never would have found just how much she cared for this boy. Never would have had a taste of his love. That’s what made it worth it. The tiniest taste of love from a boy she knew would never really be hers.