There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"You know, I'm getting kind of sick of this blindfold." I said quietly, fiddling with my fingers.

I couldn't see anything but darkness, due to the material covering my eyes.

I wasn't really in the best frame of mind, due to seeing the grave, and knowing that she should be here.

Zayn had let me touch up my make up in his car, sitting quietly and stroking my thighs.

He claimed to have one last surprise, and I was curious to see what it was.

"We're nearly there, Baby." He replied, taking my hand in his own and lacing our fingers together.

I lifted our hands to my mouth, kissing Zayn's hand softly to say thank you.

The car finally stopped, and I heard Zayn get out.

He opened the door on my side, and helped me up, keeping our hands together as he led me somewhere.

"Watch, there's a step." Zayn warned, nudging me so I'd step onto it without injuring myself.

The steps felt all too familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I heard a door open, and Zayn led me inside, shutting it behind us.

We walked a few more steps.

"Zayn, where are-"

"Surprise!" I jumped out of my skin, and Zayn removed the blindfold.

I stepped back to him, in shock.

The rest of the band, the crew and Emily were all gathered in Zayn’s living room, wearing party hats.

The room was decorated in neon banners and balloons, with food, alcohol and presents on the coffee table.

"Happy birthday, babygirl." Zayn said in my ear, wrapping his arms around me.

Everybody knew about our relationships now, as it wasn't fair to keep it from them.

Only the fans, Zayn's parents, Louis's Mom and Emily's parents were oblivious.

I covered my face in embarrassment at the attention that was on me.

"Don't be shy, birthday girl!" Louis exclaimed, pulling me away from Zayn and hugging me tightly.

I laughed and returned the embrace, soon getting passed to the other members.

I was a bit uncomfortable with so many people touching me, but I brushed it off and put a smile on my face.

A true smile.

"Who planned this?" I laughed, turning in a circle and observing everything.

"Zayn did! He had a little help from us though!" Emily said, hugging me briefly and returning to her lover.

"Baby." I said, reaching out for him, he held his hands up and laced them with mine, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

I swear I saw a camera flash, but I ignored it.

"You know, I lied when I said I had one last surprise." Zayn said, wrapping our entwined hands behind my back.

"Oh yeah?" I asked against his lips, ignoring the cat calls from around us.

"Yeah, Louis!" He called, pulling away from me and spinning me around.

Louis walked into the room with something in his arms.

I hadn't even realized he left.

He got closer to us, and the thing in his arms became more obvious.

A tiny kitten was nestled against him.

He handed it to me.

"Oh my god." I muttered, taking it from him and bringing it to eye level.

The tabby kitten meowed, brushed its nose against my face.

"Oh, Zayn." I sighed, holding the kitten close to me.

"Do you like her?" He asked, stroking her with one finger.

"Yes." I nodded, nuzzling his neck.

"I thought she'd keep you company while I'm on tour, what are you gonna name her?"

I thought about it for a second.

"Dimi." I told him, looking at the baby animal.

Zayn nodded and grinned.

He put both arms around me, still stroking the purring kitten.

"Alright guys! Let's break up this love fest and party!" Niall yelled, causing cheers to erupt throughout the room and some music to start playing.

"Thank you." I said in Zayn's ear, kissing under it.

He shivered.

"Anything for you princess." He said.

I had the best boyfriend in the world.

*Zayn's POV*

The party was in full swing, and most people, including Drella were rather tipsy.

Dimi was getting loads of attention, and loving every second of it.

Drella was currently perched on my lap as I smoked a cigarette, resting her forehead against the side of my neck.

She was really tired.

I butted out my cigarette, tilting Drella's chin so she'd have to look up at me.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked, and she nodded.

She hopped off my lap, and I took her hand, leading her past everyone and up the stairs.

Nobody paid attention to our departure, they were too drunk and high to care.

I got us into my bedroom, and locked the door.

Drella tiredly pulled her vans off, crawling onto my bed and laying on her stomach.

I couldn't help but look at her bum in her shorts, my mouth practically watered at the sight.

They'd ridden up a bit, and looked like booty shorts.

I pulled off my shoes and hat, climbing on top of her and straddling the backs of her legs.

She didn't protest.

I started slipping my hands up her thighs, touching the bottoms of her shorts.

She giggled as it tickled, and I leant down to push her hair off her neck, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Zayn." The way my name rolled off her tongue made shivers go down my spine.

I turned my attention back to her bum, slipping my fingers into the shorts, just touching each of her bum cheeks.

"What are you doing?" She giggled, trying to push my hands away.

"Are you wearing underwear?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, not feeling any material under my fingers.

"Yes!" She snapped, swatting my hands as my fingers digged into the flesh.

"Are you wearing a thong?" I gasped, finally realizing.

"Yeah, wanna see?" She asked seductively, her tone rather sarcastic.

I chose to ignore this in my high and tipsy state.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted, pulling my hands from her shorts and turning us over.

I was still on top of her, but between her legs instead.

Drella rolled her eyes, grabbing onto the back of my neck and pulling me down.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and our bodies collided with each other’s.

My hands slipped up her jumper, and I felt her tense, but I quickly passed over her stomach to her boobs.

I cupped them over her bra, impressed by the size of them.

She moaned into my mouth, and my pants became tight.

Her curious fingers grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up over my head.

I threw it to the side, attaching my lips back to Drella's.

I grabbed the bottom of her jumper, sliding it up.

Drella let out a noise of dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling back breathlessly.

Drella shook her head.

"Do you want me to stop?" I questioned.

She shook her head again.

"Do you want to keep your jumper on?" I asked her, realizing as her fingers touched mine, pushing her jumper back down.

"Yes." She said quietly, looking away embarrassed.

I hated that she was so self-conscious of her body.

She had such a nice figure.

I often thought about running my hands along her curves...

"Whatever makes you comfortable, Baby." I muttered, connecting our mouth again.

My hands drifted to her shorts, popping open the button and unzipping them.

Drella lifted her hips so I could pull them down her luscious legs.

I chucked them somewhere too.

I salivated at the sight of a black, lace thong.

She seemed too innocent to wear something like that.

I was excited.

My sweet angel wrapped her legs around my waist, bucking her hips against my clothed erection.

It was my turn to moan now.

I reluctantly pulled away.

I grabbed the sides of her black thong, looking down at her for permission.

She nodded briefly, and I wasted no time in pulling them off and discarding them.

"Sit up a bit, Babe." I told her, kneeling on the bed.

"Okay."

I knew that the alcohol was half controlling what Drella was saying and doing, and I almost felt like I was taking advantage of her.

But, I knew that she was somewhat sober, and would stop me.

Drella scooted up the bed so she was half propped up against the headboard, keeping her legs securely together.

I shook my head and kneeled lower.

I pulled her legs apart, revealing what I wanted.

"Zayn! What are you doing?" She gasped, trying to close her legs.

I held her legs firmly apart, my head level at her knees.

"I'm going to make you feel beautiful." I stated, pressing kisses from her knees, to the insides of her thighs.

Drella squirmed.

I kissed the scars on the tops of her thighs, showing her some affection.

She settled slightly.

Next, I hooked my arms under her thighs, pulling her warmth close to my face.

Drella grabbed my face, touching my cheek.

I looked up in question.

"Nobody has, uh, ever done that to me before." She stuttered out, blushing profusely.

"Just relax, Baby. It's going to feel good, I promise." I told her, and she nodded, hesitantly relaxing back into the pillows.

I focused again.

Drella was shaved and waxed, her skin was smooth.

I reached my fingers out to brush them lightly over her folds, letting her get used to the feeling of being touched.

My mouth moved closer to her, and I brought my tongue out to gently press on her clitoris.

She jumped and hummed.

I grinned.

I spread her folds with my fingers, my tongue dancing up and down.

Drella's hands wandered to my hair, tangling her fingers in the strands.

I started to nibble on her clit, circling her entrance with one finger.

She bucked her hips to my face, making my mouth meet her most sensitive area in a deep kiss.

"Oh, Zayn." She said softly, my name elegantly rolling off her sweet tongue.

I slowly pushed a finger into her tight warmth, and she clenched around it.

I continued to suck and tease her clit as I pumped the finger in and out.

Once she'd loosened up a bit, I added another finger.

I glanced up at Drella, to see she had closed her eyes and was still gripping onto my hair.

I curled my fingers and a moan escaped her pouty lips.

"Do you like that?" I asked against her skin, nipping at her hipbones as I moved my fingers.

"Yes." She replied, tugging on my hair, encouraging me to keep going.

So, I did.

"Zayn!" She let out a throaty groan as she came over my fingers, and in my mouth.

She tasted sweet.

I climbed on top of her with a huge grin on my face.

Drella looked at me with blushed cheeks.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, pecking her lips.

"Oh yeah." She nodded.

I helped her find her underwear, slipping them on as we prepared for bed.

"Where are the others going to sleep? I mean, we didn't even tell them we were coming to bed, and what about Dimi?" Drella asked, climbing under the covers.

"Louis and Emily were staying in the guest room, and Dimi will probably sleep with Harry." I chuckled, stripping down to my boxers.

I clambered into bed with Drella, turning her around so I could spoon her to sleep.

"Thank you for the amazing birthday." She said quietly, threading her fingers through my hand that lay on her waist.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"You didn't have to do anything."

"I'd do anything for you, Princess." I defended, kissing the nape of her neck.

"I don't want you to leave." Her voice was hushed, and it almost cracked.

My heart ached at the thought of leaving her.

"I don't want to leave you either, sweetheart. The tour isn't that long, and we should be back just before my birthday." I told her, hugging her closer to me and resting my cheek against hers.

"I like you, Zayn."

"I like you too, Drella."

Notes

Sorry for this illegal smut.
And sorry for my lack of updates.
Hopefully these two chapters make up for it.

Check out my other story called "I Can Change Your Life."
I'm told that it's inspirational.

But anyway, I hope you guys are liking this story the way you liked "Second Chances."
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