You Can't Resist Me For Long...

~Marciline~

It took awhile to actually get Zayn to help me but we've got a pretty good start. We agreed to work on it again sometime this week at his house. He's still here by the way. We're in my room watching 'Dr. Who'. I'm on my bed and he's on my favorite bean bag chair.

I have to admit, it was hard trying to pay attention when you got one of this biggest players in your room. Everynow and then, I'd catch him starring at my legs. If he caught me staring he would wiggle his eye brows suggestively. I always knew that Zayn Malik was... hot, but I wasnt expecting him to look like this just for a little project.

His usual quiff was messy and down tempting me to run my fingers through it. He was wearing his favorite leather jacket with a dark grey shirt. With those, he wore black skinny jeans. To top of this whole bad boy look, he had dark combat boots. He smiled alot in front of me too. I think thats how he convinces girls or something.

"So... you're a cup 'C'?" I ripped my attention from the show only to be embarrased.

"Oi! Give it back!" I tried to snatch my bra from his hands but he stood up and held it high. Damn shortness.

"Hm... whats in it for me Marcy?" He teased using his other hand to rub his chin. Huh, he has a bit of a stubble coming on.

"I'll be your best friend?" I tried. Zayn looked at me and pulled me closer my the waist. On hands wrapped around me, the other keeping my bra from me.

"I'd rather not be... friend zoned. Wonder if you did that to poor Liam." I groaned and tried to get out but he pulled me closer. My hands flew to hi chest to balence my self. Curious golden brown eyes lookd in to mine. I felt my self slide my hands up until they wrapped around his neck. The bra dropped from his hands forgotten as it joined the other around my waist. Without noticing, we were leaning in closer. Our lips brushed against eachother, testing the other. He softly pressed them to mine fully.

Now I know I read alot of fanfiction on Tumblr and I alway coo at the laptop when the guy kissed the girl. The feeling that come with it couldn't even describe mine. Usually they write something like 'butterflies in my stomach, fireworks and sparks every where!' But this, this was way better. Anywhere this olive bradford bad boy was touching, my skin was buzzing. He moved it, then a trail of fire was left in its wake. This kiss wasn't like how I've seen others with him. He didn't try to deepen it. It was nice and simple.

"Marcy!!! We're home!!!!" The sound of my mums voice was enough to make us pull apart. We glanced at each other confused my the kiss. I swayed a bit trying to register everything that happened.

"Uhm.. so imma tell her you're here..." I trailed off. Zayn nodded, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. I quickly went down the stairs, slid into the kitchen and almost ran into my mum.

"Marciline. What did I say about running in the kitchen?" She scolded. I ignored and and grabbed my dad.

"Just gonna tell you guys now, I have a .. er? Friend over. So don't be weird." I warned. The first time Racheal came over, it was chaos. She of course was laughing her arse off saying over and over 'I love you family!'. It only encouraged them, much to my dismay.

"Ooh! Is it Liam? I haven't seen the boy in weeks!" My mum questioned. She was practically in love with Liam. Dad liked him to saying things like 'Why cant you bag a nice bloke like him. I like him' or 'You better get him now before you become some old cat lady living in our basement.'

"No. Hes over for a project we're doing in school." I answered before pecking their cheeks and running up stairs. When I opendd the door, I was suprised. Zayn was sitting on my bed, elbows on knees, jaw on hands, thinking. He looked so concentrated. The sound of the door closing caused him to look up. For a while, he just stared at me intensly. 'Well this isn't uncomfortable at aaaaall...'. It was like he read my mind cause he chuckled, that infamous smirk on his lips.

"Havent even had our first date and im meet the parents. Nice." He mocked. I blushed and playfully slapped him. His hand rose and carrassed my cheek, as if it were gonna break. "You do that alot." He whispered. I tilted my head in question. "Blush. Ive never met a girl who blushes as much as you do." I could feel my cheeks getting hotter.

"Marciline and friend!!!! Dinners ready!!!!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I grabbed Zayns wrist and dragged him to the dining room. It was a nice simple dinner. Zayn sat by me, across my dad. He shook hands with him and kissed my mums hand.

"Zayn." He greeted. To say they both liked him would be an understatment. Ater he left, they kept asking more questions. I went to bed that night trying to get the raven haired boy out of my head.

Notes

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