The Boy Down the Street

When we got back, I told Zayn I needed to pick stuff up from my mom's. I walked up to my front door and walked in. "My baby!" My mom screamed as I walked in. I winced at her loudness. "Uh. Hi. I'm just here to pick stuff up." Her face lit up, then darkened. "Wha t happened to your wrist honey?" She asked, her face flooded with concern. I caved in. "Oh Mom! Nathan was gonna kill me! I jumped out of his car when he was drunk and that's why he died! I also got this!!" I said in a rush, showing her my scar. She hugged me and stroked my hair."I know you probably want to stay with Zayn, but I want to give you something." She handed me a check. "What's this?" I asked. "I bought you the house down the street. You and Zayn can live there." She explained. My mouth hung open. "Thank you!!" I screamed. "I have to go tell Zayn!!!" I said, running out. I sprinted down the street. "Zayn! I have a suprise!!" I yelled. He walked out of his room."What?" He asked. I showed him the check and explained what had happened. He smiled and ran in his room. I ran after him. He was throwing things back into boxes. I ran out and went to my house to pack my stuff. Had about four boxes packed and taped. I ran out and grabbed my mom's car keys. I had my boxes in the car when my mom yelled out,"Don't forget your keys!" I smiled and grabbed them. I drove to Zayn's house and picked up the voxes he had packed. I went to the house and dropped of the boxes. This repeated till the only thing left in my room was my twin bed. I didn't need it. Zayn's room was packed up too, and I said goodbye to my mom, picked ip Zayn, and we drove to the house. It was lavender with a cobblestone walkway. We put the rest of the boxes in the house. Zayn and I put in the small couch that was in my room into the living room. I was sweaty, so I stripped of my shirt. I had a hot pink lacy bra underneath. Zayn looked at me like he couldn't control himself. And he didn't. He pushed me on the couch and climbed on top of me. "I can barely control myself when you have a shirt on, and now you take it off and I'm so turned on." He said gruffly. He roughly started kissing me and I rolled on top of him. His big hand squeezed my breasts and I yelped, which made him slip his tongue in my mouth. I yanked of his shirt and he picked me up and carried me to the bed. "Where's the condom?" He asked. I unclipped my bra, causing the condom to fall on my lap. He smiled. He pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing a HUGE penis. I pulled off my pants and thing. Zayn put on the condom and kneeled over me."Tell me to stop if it hurts to bad. I nodded. Was I ready? Yes. Zayn pushed in. It hurt like fuck. He pushed harder. My cherry popped. I was no longer a virgin. He kept thrusting until I felt my core tighten. "Z-zayn, I think Im ready to-" just as I said that, Zayn thrusted into me, then pulled away. We both sighed. "That. Was. So. Amazing." I said. It felt amazing. We both got up. I was getting dressed when I heard Zayn go "Um. . ." I looked up after unhooking my bra. I gasped when I saw the blood. "Shit. I have something for that." I said. I grabbed some cleaner and a rag. I scrubbed into the bed till you couldn't even see the stain. I looked up. Zayn was smirking down at me.

Notes

Tada.