There's No Such Thing As Too Young

I was chewing on my lip as I chopped up a carrot.

I was processing everything that had happened in the last hour and half.

The ring sat on my finger, on the same hand as my Pandora ring.

I smiled softly to myself.

I was truly happy.

I was engaged now.

I may only be Seventeen, but I knew that this was what I wanted.

Who cares if we've been together less than a year?

It was our choice and we were in love.

Zayn's proposal came as a surprise to me though, that was for sure.

I watched as the beautiful ring caught the light, causing it to sparkle.

Hands suddenly made contact with my hips and I jumped at the contact.

"Sorry." Zayn whispered in my ear, pressing up against my back.

I leant back into his chest and his arms wound around me.

I lay the knife on the chopping board.

Zayn's hand lay over my own, and touched the ring with his finger.

"What a morning, huh?" He chuckled in my ear, lightly kissing the lobe.

"That's one way of putting it." I giggled, placing my arms over his as they lay on my waist.

"My Mom is going to be happy."

"I know, I'm not so sure about Harry though." I spoke, putting all of the chopped carrots into a saucepan to boil with the other vegetables I was cooking.

Zayn was in charge of the chicken, which was already in the oven.

"Don't worry about him, baby. I think he'll be happy for us, he has to realize that I'm an adult and I can make my own choices." Zayn assured me, spinning me around to face him.

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself.

"I guess you're right." I shrugged, tracing the wording on his t-shirt.

"Mmm, Drella Malik...I love the sound of that." Zayn whispered, running the tip of his nose along my jaw.

I giggled quietly.

"I want a big wedding with pretty lights." Zayn continued.

"You only asked me to marry you a little over Two hours ago and you're already planning our wedding?" I asked, laughing.

"You know what? I don't think I wanna marry you now, you always laugh at me." He pouted, slumping his shoulders.

I shook my head at his silly behavior.

"Because you're silly." I giggled, running my hands up his chest and placing them on his cheeks, bringing his lips down to mine.

He stopped pouting as soon as our lips were touching, but he started groping my bum and thighs.

"Stop it." I spoke against his soft lips, he smiled into the kiss.

"Come on, we have time."

"No, I have to finish making dinner. Which, by the way, I thought you were helping me with."

"Sorry? How about I make it up to you?" He asked, nipping my bottom lip.

"Nice try, but no." Zayn groaned at my words and buried his face in my neck.

I played with the free hair at the back of his neck, when suddenly, a thought came to mind.

"Zayn?"

"What, baby?" He replied, pressing a kiss to my throat.

"We have to tell your parents about how old I am! Oh my god, and we have to tell the fans! Oh god." I panicked, gripping Zayn's hair.

"Ow, ow, ow! Baby, calm down! We'll be fine! My parents will accept us, it's not were doing anything wrong! As for the fans, it's none of their business." He soothed, loosening my fingers from the grip I had on his hair.

"We're going to have to wait until I'm Eighteen to get married."

"I know, it gives us time, we don't have to rush anything." I nodded as I listened.

"When are we seeing your parents next?" I asked.

"Tomorrow? Harry’s family will be there too, so it’s gonna be a little get-together. I'll see Niall, Liam and Louis soon, not to worry."

"That sounds fine, you know what?"

"What, gorgeous?" Zayn chirped.

"It feels weird that we're already engaged and I haven't even met your whole family yet."

"We'll sort something out, don't you worry." Zayn confirmed and I nodded, resting my cheek against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

*Zayn's POV*

Sometime later Drella and I were sat at the kitchen counter with dinner.

She had her knees pulled to her chest and was slowly eating.

This was a big step for her, as she never ate in front of me.

I was super proud of her.

I took a moment to admire her.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world, even when she was in her pajamas, with my large hoodie on, her face clean of makeup and her hair tied up in a messy bun.

Rocky whined next to me, pulling me out of my stare, looking up with big eyes.

"I just put food in your bowl, dude." I told him, patting his head.

He nudged my palm with his nose.

"He wants chicken." Drella laughed, getting down from her stool and placing her plate on the side.

She hadn't eaten a lot, but I chose not to comment on it and continued to eat my own dinner.

Drella was cutting up some of the cooled chicken when I had finished my dinner.

She shoved some in Rocky's and Dimi's bowls.

The animals immediately rushed to their dishes and began eating their treats.

"You're such a push over when it comes to those animals." I told her, starting to clear up and put the dishes into the dishwasher.

"They're my babies." She shrugged, helping me.

"What are you going to do when we have real, non-furry, human babies?"

"We aren't having any, you're getting spayed." She teased, coming up behind me and smacking my bum.

"Ha! Nobody is messing with my junk apart from you! Anyway, it hurts to get the snip, it's so not gonna happen." I exclaimed, shuddering.

"Don't worry, I'd never make you do that." Drella reassured me, shutting the door to the dishwasher and hitting the power button.

She briefly hugged me from behind before moving away.

She tugged on my hand, pulling me out the kitchen.

I wondered where she was leading me until she pulled me up the stairs, and into our bedroom.

She kneeled on the end of the bed, pulling me to her by my hands.

She tugged me down and leaned up to kiss me.

"When can you move in?" She asked between kisses, sliding her hands up my t-shirt.

"Whenever I want, baby. Most of my clothes are already here, it's not like we need furniture." I answered breathlessly, distracted by her lustful kisses.

"Are the guys going to be okay on their own?"

"Mm, yeah." I replied, running my hands down her back as she kneeled up tall.

Drella tugged on my shirt, signaling that she wanted it off.

I grabbed the garment by the back of the neck, pulling it over my head and knocking my beanie off in the process, throwing both of the clothing items to the floor.

Drella peppered my chest and stomach with kisses, causing me to harden beneath my boxers and sweatpants.

It was a major turn on seeing her act so confident.

It was amazing to see her like this.

Recently she's been in a really good mood, and I'm unsure why.

It's like she's really trying to be happy.

"Are we going to celebrate?" She asked cheekily, looking up at me from beneath her lashes.

"Hell yes."

Drella giggled and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, pulling them down my thighs.

I shook them further down my legs as I was still standing.

I was pitching a large tent in my boxers.

Drella pulled on my arm again, wanting me to lean down and kiss her.

I did as she wished and her curious hands palmed me through my boxers.

The material rubbing against my erection caused an amazing friction and my hips bucked into her hand.

My hand touched her and I encouraged her to remove my boxers.

She did.

Drella pulled them down and my erection hit my stomach.

I loved the fact that she was undressing me, as we were never normally this slow.

She moved backwards on the bed and pulled me with her.

I climbed on the bed and removed my socks as Drella removed hers and her pajama pants, leaving her in just her lace cheekies and my hoodie.

I knew she was leaving the hoodie on because we had just eaten and she was self-conscious.

I started to move on top of her, but she pushed on my chest forcefully, causing me to lie back.

She straddled my knees, leaning down and kissing my thighs.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my erection as I grew more excited.

Drella continued to tease me mercilessly.

"Drella." I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

I expected her to continue her teasing, but she surprised me when she licked from my balls to the head of my penis.

My hands left my face and grabbed at her hair.

This was the second time she had performed oral on me, and she was amazing at it, despite not having any practice or past experience.

She enveloped the tip into her warm mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking.

I swore under my breath as she took a few more inches into her mouth.

I knew that if she kept going, I wouldn't last and I wanted to be able to please her.

I reached down and took hold of her chin, removing her mouth from me.

I rolled us over quickly, causing Drella to gasp as I clambered between her legs and yanked her underwear off.

I hitched one of her legs around my hip and pushed the other One out, immediately entering her.

I started off with a fast pace, causing Drella to whimper and arch her back as I hit the spot that caused the most pleasure for her.

I buried my face in her neck, my hips bucking at their own accord.

Drella's mouth attacked my shoulders, biting and sucking at the skin of my protruding collarbones.

I felt like I couldn't have enough of her.

The moment was ours.

The sound of our skin slapping against each other’s and the lustful moans was enough to make anyone weak at the knees.

I pushed Drella's leg to her chest, penetrating her impossibly deep.

She clutched my bum in her hands, dragging her nails all the way up to my shoulders.

She pushed me backwards again, flipping us over and easing me back inside of her.

My hands rested on her hips and hers were holding herself up on the headboard.

I let my hands wonder up the hoodie she was wearing, cupping her boobs and squeezing them as she tightened around me.

"Yes, Drella!" I exclaimed, watching her move on top of me.

Her back arched in a delightful way and she moved faster before bracing herself on my chest as she came.

Her release coated my thighs and the sheets, and her body trembled above me.

I was so close to finishing, so I lifted my hips beneath her and thrusted at my own accord.

Drella tipped her head back as my rhythm started up again.

I was panting heavily as I felt my stomach tighten.

I thrusted once more before pulling out, cumming all over my thighs and Drella's backside.

I'd completely forgotten to wear a condom during our heated foreplay session, so it was a good job I had pulled out.

Drella lay on my chest, her breath coming out in gasps.

"I hope the sex is that good when we're married." I spoke, breaking the silence.

Drella giggled, and kissed my throat.

"We need to shower." I nodded my head in agreement.

Notes

Can you guys recommend some stories for me to read?
I'm bored.

But anyway,
Do the usual.