You Can't Resist Me For Long...

•°•Marciline•°•

School was kinda hard after the whole announcement. Girls bombarded me with questions some in which I blushed cause they were personal. Guys seemed to flirt with me as if I were some new tresure. Niall said its because I'm now Zayns. I asked Racheal about it too since shes actually been in the place of a monthly and she said the same as Niall.

When school got out, Louis and Harry practically kidnapped me as I walkes out of Drama. Zayn glared at the two giggling fools as they ran off with me. "Now, you're not gonna make a squeak or I'll slit your throat." Harry ordered with a deep voice. I stiffled the laugh the was edging to come out.
"Yea, ya teengage dirtbag!" Louis added with a deeped voice too. They playfully shoved me in the back, buckling me. "Now we want our victime safe." The weird older boy tutted in a motherly voice.

"Remember!!!!! One peep and your throat is in dangerrrr!!!" The curly boy sing-songed. His partner in crime(literally) put his finger to his neck and slowly went horizontal on it, letting his eyes roll back and his tongue to fall out.

"Don't you wish your girlfriend is hot li-"

"Hello?" Louis asked into his phone. Unaudibly, I laughed at his ringtone. Only him... "Yes... okay... she's with us... no Harry didn't kiss her... ew no... we're just messing around... okay, here she is." Louis said in the phone. He handed the Iphone to me rolling his eyes. 'Party Pooper!' He mouthed glaring at the phone.

"Hi?" I said hesitantly. Harry playfully began to make moaning noises.

"Oh god MARCILINE!!!! Your mouth!!!!" I blushed and kicked his seat.

"No man, her HAND!!! I think-I think im gonna- OH SWEET BABY JESUS!! ITS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!" Louis joined. I kicked his seat harder, feeling my face go beet red.

"Marciline?" The bradford accent asked into the phone.

"Don't listen to the imbeciles. Sorry about them" I stated. "Whats up?" I asked casually trying to block out the moans and grunts the two boys let out.

"Nevermind. Its a suprise." Was all I heard before he hung up.

"He hung up on me." I pouted. Not cause Zayn did but because I like to be the one to end calls. Then I don't feel like a loner.

"Gurl, if I were on that phone and that boy did that to me, the next time I see him, he'd be walking away with a sore arse from me kicking it!" The sassier of us stated, snapping his fingers in a 'Z' form.

"We're here!!!!!!" Harry beamed, parking at my house. I never thought I'd be so happy to see it. I quickly stumbled out, tripping over my bookbag strap in the process. Acting cool about it, I just ran my hand through my hair. "Bye Marcy!!!!!! Kidnap ya later!!!!" The weird emerald eyed boy shouted as he drove off. Louis hand was waving from his window until the car and funny boys were out of sight.

"Weirdest boys ever..." I muttered, trudging to my door. After turning a one minute task of unlock two locks into a five minute one, I was greeted my warm heat.

'Marcy,
Your Father took me out for dinner for our 21st anniversary. We won't be back until tomorrow. You know how to cook but I left some money for Pizza. Be safe, sleep well!
Love,
Mum and Dad '

I stuck the sticky note on the fridge and put the money in a safe place where I'd remember it. Flopping onto the loveseat, I began to watch Dr. Who on Netflix.

*Ding dong dong dong ding* I groaned at the doorbell that was repeatively being pressed. I paused the show, getting up; I only got half way in it so far.

"Yeah, yeah! I hear ya- oh. Hey Zayn." He stood in my porch, wet from the rain. I didn't even notice it started to rain.

"Can I come in?" I nodded and moved to the side. We went to the couch and just sat there. "So...your hand, hun?" He teased with a smirk. I knew the rosy colour was already invading my cheeks. Knowing with Zayn Malik here I wouldn't be able to continue the show. I turned it off and faced him.

"Why are you here?" I asked confused. He smiled and laid back, hands behind his head.

"Wow. Ya know, most girlfriends would kiss their boyfriend and be all happy but you, you get straight to the point." I got up and grabbed a coke. I gestured him to tell me anyways. "Eh. Thought you'd need company. Your friends told me that your absolutely terrified of storms and they won't be able to sneak in and comfort you. Seems like a job for a boyfriend." Huh, well thats nice. "Now can I have my kiss?"

"Oh yea sure- No." His smile turned into a frown as I laughed.

"Hm.. Ya know, I still haven't got you back for that potatoe stunt..." he murmured. My eyes widened at the familiar mischeivous glint in his eyes. I quickly got up but his hands grabbed me by the waist. He straddled my hips and began to tickle my sides.

"N-no!!! Stop!!!... Zayn!!!!!!!!!" I squealed. He laughed and pecked my cheek, hoping off. He walked over to the Ihome on the shelf and pulled out his phone. Hooking it up, he played a song.

"Jason, hehe!" A girly voice started as music came with her. "Jason DeRulo" she said again.

"Get Jazzy on!
I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap Guurl, riding comfortable. (Aw Yah!)
Cause I know what the girl them need! Newyork to Haiti
I got lipsticks stamps on my passports, you make it hard to leave.
Been around the world, don't speak the language.
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to is. When. You. TALK DIRTY TO ME." As the instrument in the song got a mini solo, Zayn had did a weird dance throughout the song that made me laugh. He pulled me up as we danced like dummies to this catchy song.

"TALK DIRTY to me!"

Notes

Ha. Love that song. You haven't heard it, SEARCH IT!!!!!!!! (Talk dirty-Jason derulo) its so funny... sorry for not updating yesterday. I got home and had to go to bed for school. (:D snow day!!!!!) So tell me what ya thought :D
*salutes the sass princess of NewYork*