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The Boy Down the Street

Chapter Seventeen~ Unpacking the past

I awoke the next morning on the couch with dried tears on my face. I looked up to see Zayn slumped over. My head was on his lap. I rose my head slowly, so wouldn't wake him. When I was walking towards the kitchen, I felt someone pulling me in from the behind. "Where do you think your going, gorgeous?" Asked a husky morning voice. I smiled and turned around.
"To the bathroom, and then I'm going to make your sweet ass breakfast" I said. Zayn looked very suprised. I turned and walked away. Zayn smacked my ass.
"I think YOU'RE the one with the sweet ass honey" Zayn said. I laughed. I walked into our room and changed into a tight black short sleeve, a army green jacket that went up to my stomach, skinny jeans, and my knee high combat boots. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I applied clear lipgloss, eyeliner, and mascara. I brushed out my wavy beach blond hair, and put a bow in it. I walked out. Zayn was at the table reading a book. I looked at it.
"Charles Dickens, huh?" I asked.
He looked up embarrased. I laughed. "It's good. You are very illiterate." He said. Wow. And this is a side of Zayn I've never seen. And I like it. "For a bad boy, your pretty intelligent" I said, cracking eggs in a
pan. Zayn came up behind me and grabbed my waist. I continued cracking eggs in the pan. Zayn started giving me kisses on my neck. My phone buzzed. It was my best friend, Angel. "Hello?" I asked, Zayn still making out with my neck. "Kylie! I having a party tonight! You need to come." She squealed. A party? Cool.
"I'm going! Can I bring my boyfriend?" I asked, flipping the eggs. Zayn squeezed my right breast, then smacked my ass. "Sure! The more the merrier! Be here at 9!" She hung up. I placed the eggs on a plate and started on bacon.
"Who was that?" Zayn asked between kisses. I turned, pulling away from him. "My Best friend Angel. We are going to a party tonight." I said.
He smiled. "Cool. I wanna take you shopping for the sexiest outfit you can find. Then when we get home, I'm going to love you." He whispered in my ear.
The bacon was done. "Here's you food!" I said, handing him a plate of food. He set it aside. I hopped on the counter with a piece of bacon. Zayn starting drawing slow cicles on my waist. I finished my bacon, and Zayn took advantage of that. He kissed me, his tongue running across my bottom lip, wanting entrance. I let him have it.
His tongue rolled inside my mouth.
"Mmmhh. You taste good." He said, pulling away and eating his food. He finished and went to go get ready.
THREE HOURS LATER;ZAYN'S POV "Kylie, what clor do you look best in?" I asked. She tapped her chin with her free hand. Her other was holding my hand.
"Red. A deep, sexy red!" She said proudly. I leaghed and walked over to the dresses. I picked up one that was strapless and deep red. It was very short in the front, but long in the back. The bust area had jewels all over.
"How bout' this?" I asked, turning to her. She gasped and nodded. We moved to shoes. What about these ones, I thought. Nah.
"Found some." Said Kylie. She held up seven inch black stilettos. She can't walk in those. As if reading my mind, she put them on and wlked over to me flawlessly. God, she looked so sexy. She was now face to face with me. She took them off and put on her converse. That. Little. Tease. I took the shoes from her and we walked to check out.
"Wait! I need one more thing!" She said. She ran off right and came back with vodka, Jack Daniels, and tequila. What the hell! I'm not even old enough to drink!
"ID please." The cashier said. I panicked. Kylie calmly slipped her an ID. The cashier looked at it, then returned it to Kylie. We walked out
. "How the hell did you do that?" I asked.
"With this" she said, showing me a fake ID that says she 's 22 "
You cheeky little hottie" I said. She smiled and we drove away.