There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"So what did you and Zayn do on Saturday?" Emily asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Nothing." I chuckled, regretting telling her about our date.

"I don't believe that for a second." Emily replied, taking a bite of her pasta.

It was Monday afternoon.

We were on our lunch break in the cafeteria, sat in the back against the wall.

"He took me to a country park, the one just out of town." I told her, leaning on my hands against the plastic table.

"Yeah? Did you do the deed?" She asked, and my eyes widened.

"Of course not!" I said, shocked.

I wasn't that kind of girl, and I'd only done the 'deed' once, when I turned fifteen with a friend of my cousins, over in Florida.

"Liar, you did something. Spill the beans, what did you get up to?"

"Just walked around the trails, went into a butterfly house and he took me home."

"And?"

"We kissed." I shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal.

"Really? What was it like?" Emily asked, her jaw dropping as she fiddled with her phone.

"Yeah, it was pretty good. He's so sweet, and not like I wou-, are you even listening to me?" I asked her, noticing her attention was more focused on her phone.

"Yeah, but look." She said, handing her IPhone to me.

A frown embedded on my face when my eyes focused on the screen, my heart dropping.

She was on a Tumblr blog.

‘1DBand: I hooked up with Zayn when he came to Texas, he's so well packed! He's very skilled with his tongue and super easy, he'll do and say anything for some pussy.'

'1DBand: Zayn Malik is one of the easiest people to hook up with, he has girls dotted all over the world, he's currently fooling around with Katrina.'

I didn't say anything, just handed her phone back.

My stomach was churning.

"Erm, I need to go do some last minute things for Mr. Miller, I'll, uh, see you later." I mumbled, standing up and grabbing my bag.

"Drella, don't go, it might not be true." Emily sighed, a guilty look on her face as she regretted showing me the blog.

"It's fine, it's not like we're dating anyway." I shrugged, waving as I left.

I weaved in and out of the round tables in the cafeteria, heading towards the exit.

Being the idiot I am, I crossed by the table where Megan Fowler sits.

She's one of the most popular girls in school, and makes it her duty to give me grief.

"What you crying for this time, Drella?!" She called, an ignorant smirk on her face as her friends laughed at my expense.

God, I wanted to smack it right off her orange face.

I ignored her comment, brushing past them and rushing into the vacant hallway.

There was no way I was staying at school now, I wanted to go home, and be miserable.

I didn't care if I was going to get detention for skipping, I'd done it numerous times before.

I quickly exited the large building, jogging down to the gates and out of them, heading straight home.

I burst into tears when I stepped through my front door, slamming it and throwing my bag down.

How could he use me like that?

I'm such a fucking idiot for believing anything he told me, all along he just wanted to get into my pants.

I wasn't even legal, and he was really stooping that low?

That blog was right, he is desperate.

My phone buzzed twice in my pocket, signifying I'd received a new text message.

I pulled it out, wiping away my tears and peering at the screen after I'd unlocked it.

From: Zayn <3
I hope you're okay, I miss you!
Received at: 1:23pm

I immediately replied.

To: Zayn <3
Leave me alone, I have nothing to say to you. How could you use me? Lose my number, Dick.
Sent: 1:24pm

Almost Three minutes later, I received a reply.

From: Zayn <3
What are you talking about? :/
Received at: 1:27pm

I didn't reply this time, only dumped my phone on the kitchen counter.

I threw myself onto the couch, nestling my face in the cushions, inhaling the dusty smell.

I lay there for an hour or so, basking in self-pity, until I was disturbed by the doorbell.

I groaned as I got up.

I opened the door without looking through the peephole, expecting it to be my Physics teacher, querying as to why I wasn't in her lesson.

As soon as I looked up and saw who it was, I immediately tried to slam the door in their face, but their foot stopped me.

"Drella, I just want to talk." Zayn said calmly, keeping the door open.

"I have nothing to say to you!" I yelled, my hands against the door.

"I'm not leaving until we talk, I want to put things right with you, you've got everything wrong."

"No."

"Please, Drella. Just Ten minutes, and I promise I'll leave." Zayn pleaded, almost on his hands and knees.

"Ten minutes." I confirmed, opening the door and walking away.

I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed as I stared Zayn down.

"Stop looking at me like that." He sighed, rubbing his jaw.

"Explain, tell me why a Tumblr blog has loads of information about you getting your dick wet so often." I hissed, tapping my foot against the carpet.

Zayn sighed.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Drella. I like sex, and I haven't had a proper girlfriend for a while. I hook up a lot because I'm lonely." He muttered, looking down with blushed cheeks.

"Who's Katrina?"

"Just a girl I hooked up with a few months ago."

I nodded, and clicked my tongue in distaste.

"Continue."

"I really like you, Drella. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours."

"In what way?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip.

"In every way possible." Zayn said, stepping in front of me.

His brown eyes were warm, and made my whole body tingle with pleasure.

I couldn't resist him.

"Ever since we first met, I knew I had to have you. I need you, more than you'll ever know. I want to help you and support you, be the person who makes you forget all the pain." He whispered, lifting my chin with his long fingers.

All the hurt and rage I was feeling slipped away when he said those words to me, and for once I actually felt loved.

He ducked down and kissed me softly, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

Zayn hands rested against my lower back, and our bodies were trapped against each other’s.

He pulled away slowly, and rested his forehead against mine.

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked, his nose touching mine.

"You could get arrested."

"Nobody but us need to know, I just need you." Zayn said.

"Harry will not approve."

"Fuck what he thinks, all that matters is you and me, my Angel."

"Okay." I murmured, kissing him again.

And at that moment, I was the happiest I'd been in years and it was all thanks to Zayn.

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