Use Somebody
Electric Feel
Cassie's POV
Tuesday and Wednesday passed without me hardly seeing the boys. Demi left the first day, but they had appointments both days, and I was at the studio, so we sort of lived just next to each other. Occasionally, I would run into Zayn in the bathroom, but we were either still too sleepy or too tired to talk much. Wednesday evening our only interaction was a tight hug before going to bed. He looked miserable, and I was exhausted, and somehow, the hug just happened. I liked it, it was very comforting.
Thursday was my day off and I slept in quite late. When I got up, it was already noon and I went into the kitchen to get some coffee. Chaos was what greeted me. Niall and Liam stood in the middle of various stains of flour, something red, some eggs and what I guessed was milk. They were all across the floor and the cupboards. Both held bowls in their hands and froze when they saw me.
“Are you trying to cook?” I asked completely serious.
“No, we're trying to kill the kitchen appliances by over-using them,” Liam answered sarcastically. I burst into laughter. This was just unreal.
“Hey!” Niall protested, sounding offended. “We're doing our best here!” I wiped away a tear and quickly ran into my room. Grabbing my phone, I tip-toed back and took a picture without them noticing it. I tweeted it silently and made my presence known by loudly shouting “HA!” They turned around in a flash, and Niall almost dropped his bowl.
“Revenge is bittersweet, lads,” I said and waved my phone. Liam facepalmed himself, whereas Niall almost giggled.
“I guess we deserved that,” he said. Poor guy, he looked so helpless with all the flour in his hair and tomato sauce on his cheeks.
“What are you actually trying to do?” I asked.
“I'm making a tomato sauce and Niall is trying to bake some muffins,” Liam answered. I shot them a pitiful look before I grabbed a hairband and pulled my locks up in a messy bun.
“Let me show you how this is done,” I said and stepped in between them. They grinned at me happily.
Liam's POV
I was glad I had sent the other boys shopping. That way, I had her all to myself. And Niall, of course, but he wasn't my competition. I watched Cassie with fascination while she mixed ingredients, laughed at our jokes, pulled away a strand of hair with her finger full of flour. And yeah, she actually mixed and touched everything with her bare hands. That girl liked to get dirty. I loved it! Did I want her for myself? Hell, yes! Did I have a chance? That was yet to be determined. Zayn and Harry were pretty big competition, and I guessed Louis was also up to something. But I had a secret weapon: I was the good one. At least, that was what she thought of me now.Time for the next move.
I 'accidentally' poured down a glass of milk in her cleavage when she turned around and I pretended do bump into her. I loved playing clumsy, cute and shy Liam. That way, I could watch with joy while her shirt became slightly see-through. I had made sure the milk was not cold, though. I'm not that much of an ass. I grabbed some wipes and handed them to her, apologising a thousand times. She smiled it off – what a girl!
“You know what?” she said “Milk's actually good for the skin. I'm gonna leave that on,” she concluded and continued baking. My jaw dropped. I quickly had to think of something and finally came up with a plan. Pinching Niall in his butt cheek, I motioned for him to leave us alone and he left winking. Thank god he was on my side.
“I'm so sorry, Cassie!” I said again. “I'm so clumsy sometimes, but you know what would only be fair?” I asked and she pulled up an eyebrow expectantly. I turned and grabbed the second glass of milk. Reaching it out to her, I continued “If you would punish me. An eye for an eye and all that.” I said. Her eyes widened in surprise and without hesitation, she grabbed the glass. Grinning cheekily, she stepped closer and slowly poured it down my front. I gasped as the liquid touched my skin, but remained eye-contact with her. Her face was alive with amusement.
“That's better,” she said. I reacted quickly and took a handful of the dough she had just mixed. Without thinking, I rubbed it on her belly. “Hey!” she complained “What was that for?”
“You enjoyed pouring the milk over me, I didn't enjoy doing that to you,” I stated my point. She looked slightly mad, but her lips were already twitching at the corner of her mouth.
“Game on,” she whispered and quickly grabbed some eggs to throw them at me. Perfect. A food fight was exactly what I wanted. I ducked away from the eggs which cracked on the fridge and quickly got the flour. I grabbed her from behind and poured it all over her head and chest. She was laughing and wriggling in my arms, and I enjoyed it immensely. But my lack of focus resulted in a spoon full of tomato sauce flying into my face. We continued on from there, until the kitchen was even more of a mess than before and we were both lying on the floor, full with various ingredients and holding our stomachs from laughter. I robbed over and slowly stopped laughing while looking at her. She looked back happily. I tucked a strand of hair out of her face and got some of the tomato sauce off her cheek. Putting my thumb to my mouth, I tasted it.
“Secret ingredient. The taste of your skin,” I said and she beamed up at me. That was it. I had to make my move. Slowly, I brought my face closer to hers until ours mouths were only inches apart. I looked deep into her eyes and was about to kiss her, when a voice I knew just too well startled us.
“What happened here? Food fight? Without me? Come forth, you bastards, and face punishment!” Louis screamed and I groaned before getting up. We both appeared from behind the counter to see Louis, Zayn and Harry packed with various shopping bags. They stared at us for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Twitter pic!” Louis screamed and already took a picture. Yes! That's what I wanted. To be on a picture with her as well. All the reporters did the last days after the sleeping on Harry's chest picture was ask him if there was something going on. I wanted to be asked those questions as well. And I wanted to smirk and say “sort of”. I looked at her and saw that her cheeks were slightly rosy. I made her blush, dear god. Excellent. She started walking off to her room, not without pulling Louis into a tight hug, which resulted in some of the mess rubbing off on him. By the look on his face, he didn't mind much. That bastard. Once she was gone, the others bombarded me with questions.
“You son of a...” Harry started slowly, whereas Louis punched me in the shoulder.
“Daddy Direction in action, I would say! What happened?” he asked, feigning interest. I knew he was just downplaying his interest in her. Zayn shot me death glares.
“Nothing, alright?” I said and pulled up my hands.
“Yeah, sure, man. Her cheeks were just rosy from the flour you poured over her,” Harry saw right through me. I grinned and shrugged my shoulders.
“That's it, I'm going in!” Zayn announced and headed off. We all looked after him, confused.
“What's he up to?” Louis asked. Then it dawned on us.
“She went to take a shower...” Harry mumbled. We shared one look, and then we all took off the fastest we could. Sprinting towards Zayn's room, we pulled on the door handle to find it locked. The same with Cassie's room. She started to do that after our little visit.
“Bollocks,” I mumbled and slid down the wall of the hallway. “We're done. He's got this,” I concluded, knowing about Zayn's effect on girls.
“Damn,” Harry said and Louis just looked defeated.
“Just a girl, lads,” I said, trying to brighten the mood.
“Yeah... but what a girl!” Harry said what we were all thinking. We sighed and looked at each other. We were so hooked.
Cassie's POV
My heart was still racing when I closed the bathroom door behind me. Liam almost kissed me... And I almost let him! But at that moment, I couldn't help myself... he was just so much more than I first thought of him. I groaned loudly and was about to lock the door to Zayn's room when it flung open and he stormed in. I stumbled back a few steps and watched him lock it from the inside.
“Zayn, what are you doing?” I asked him, irritated. He just turned around and had this look in his absolutely lovely brown eyes... Holy sweet mother of... My ovaries. They were exploding, I could feel it. He closed the distance between us in a quick stride and took my face in his hands. He was so quick, I had no chance to react, and suddenly, his lips were on mine. I was petrified for an instant, before I instinctively did what I did best: I kissed the shit out of him.
Damn it, he was a good kisser. Without even thinking further, I drew him closer while our lips engaged in a hot dance. I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed me up against the cool bathroom wall. Before I even knew it, both our shirts were gone and I stepped out of my shorts. I glanced over his half-naked body and let my hands glide down his toned muscles... I wanted to do that since the first time I saw him without a shirt. My mouth searched hungrily for his, and when we found each other again, I moaned deep down, because we fit so perfectly together. Every time we had touched, it had felt like an electric shock went through my body; whether it was just a short brush of his hand when he went past me, or that time he cuddled up against me on the couch. What we were doing was so predictable, at least to me. I was the power plug and he was the electricity. We were kissing and teasing, biting and sucking, and it felt wonderfully good.
I could feel his erection against my pubic bone and it turned me on more than I wanted to. I moved my hand down and cupped him gently. He paused for a second and looked at me, and I was positive I saw fire in his eyes. I freed him and enjoyed the sight. He unhooked my bra and brought down his lips to my wanting nipples. Oh, dear... I threw my head back in ecstasy and dragged him into the shower. When the first drops of hot water hit my sensitive skin, it washed away all my morals. My head went on stand-by and my libido took over... I was doomed.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed without me hardly seeing the boys. Demi left the first day, but they had appointments both days, and I was at the studio, so we sort of lived just next to each other. Occasionally, I would run into Zayn in the bathroom, but we were either still too sleepy or too tired to talk much. Wednesday evening our only interaction was a tight hug before going to bed. He looked miserable, and I was exhausted, and somehow, the hug just happened. I liked it, it was very comforting.
Thursday was my day off and I slept in quite late. When I got up, it was already noon and I went into the kitchen to get some coffee. Chaos was what greeted me. Niall and Liam stood in the middle of various stains of flour, something red, some eggs and what I guessed was milk. They were all across the floor and the cupboards. Both held bowls in their hands and froze when they saw me.
“Are you trying to cook?” I asked completely serious.
“No, we're trying to kill the kitchen appliances by over-using them,” Liam answered sarcastically. I burst into laughter. This was just unreal.
“Hey!” Niall protested, sounding offended. “We're doing our best here!” I wiped away a tear and quickly ran into my room. Grabbing my phone, I tip-toed back and took a picture without them noticing it. I tweeted it silently and made my presence known by loudly shouting “HA!” They turned around in a flash, and Niall almost dropped his bowl.
“Revenge is bittersweet, lads,” I said and waved my phone. Liam facepalmed himself, whereas Niall almost giggled.
“I guess we deserved that,” he said. Poor guy, he looked so helpless with all the flour in his hair and tomato sauce on his cheeks.
“What are you actually trying to do?” I asked.
“I'm making a tomato sauce and Niall is trying to bake some muffins,” Liam answered. I shot them a pitiful look before I grabbed a hairband and pulled my locks up in a messy bun.
“Let me show you how this is done,” I said and stepped in between them. They grinned at me happily.
Liam's POV
I was glad I had sent the other boys shopping. That way, I had her all to myself. And Niall, of course, but he wasn't my competition. I watched Cassie with fascination while she mixed ingredients, laughed at our jokes, pulled away a strand of hair with her finger full of flour. And yeah, she actually mixed and touched everything with her bare hands. That girl liked to get dirty. I loved it! Did I want her for myself? Hell, yes! Did I have a chance? That was yet to be determined. Zayn and Harry were pretty big competition, and I guessed Louis was also up to something. But I had a secret weapon: I was the good one. At least, that was what she thought of me now.Time for the next move.
I 'accidentally' poured down a glass of milk in her cleavage when she turned around and I pretended do bump into her. I loved playing clumsy, cute and shy Liam. That way, I could watch with joy while her shirt became slightly see-through. I had made sure the milk was not cold, though. I'm not that much of an ass. I grabbed some wipes and handed them to her, apologising a thousand times. She smiled it off – what a girl!
“You know what?” she said “Milk's actually good for the skin. I'm gonna leave that on,” she concluded and continued baking. My jaw dropped. I quickly had to think of something and finally came up with a plan. Pinching Niall in his butt cheek, I motioned for him to leave us alone and he left winking. Thank god he was on my side.
“I'm so sorry, Cassie!” I said again. “I'm so clumsy sometimes, but you know what would only be fair?” I asked and she pulled up an eyebrow expectantly. I turned and grabbed the second glass of milk. Reaching it out to her, I continued “If you would punish me. An eye for an eye and all that.” I said. Her eyes widened in surprise and without hesitation, she grabbed the glass. Grinning cheekily, she stepped closer and slowly poured it down my front. I gasped as the liquid touched my skin, but remained eye-contact with her. Her face was alive with amusement.
“That's better,” she said. I reacted quickly and took a handful of the dough she had just mixed. Without thinking, I rubbed it on her belly. “Hey!” she complained “What was that for?”
“You enjoyed pouring the milk over me, I didn't enjoy doing that to you,” I stated my point. She looked slightly mad, but her lips were already twitching at the corner of her mouth.
“Game on,” she whispered and quickly grabbed some eggs to throw them at me. Perfect. A food fight was exactly what I wanted. I ducked away from the eggs which cracked on the fridge and quickly got the flour. I grabbed her from behind and poured it all over her head and chest. She was laughing and wriggling in my arms, and I enjoyed it immensely. But my lack of focus resulted in a spoon full of tomato sauce flying into my face. We continued on from there, until the kitchen was even more of a mess than before and we were both lying on the floor, full with various ingredients and holding our stomachs from laughter. I robbed over and slowly stopped laughing while looking at her. She looked back happily. I tucked a strand of hair out of her face and got some of the tomato sauce off her cheek. Putting my thumb to my mouth, I tasted it.
“Secret ingredient. The taste of your skin,” I said and she beamed up at me. That was it. I had to make my move. Slowly, I brought my face closer to hers until ours mouths were only inches apart. I looked deep into her eyes and was about to kiss her, when a voice I knew just too well startled us.
“What happened here? Food fight? Without me? Come forth, you bastards, and face punishment!” Louis screamed and I groaned before getting up. We both appeared from behind the counter to see Louis, Zayn and Harry packed with various shopping bags. They stared at us for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Twitter pic!” Louis screamed and already took a picture. Yes! That's what I wanted. To be on a picture with her as well. All the reporters did the last days after the sleeping on Harry's chest picture was ask him if there was something going on. I wanted to be asked those questions as well. And I wanted to smirk and say “sort of”. I looked at her and saw that her cheeks were slightly rosy. I made her blush, dear god. Excellent. She started walking off to her room, not without pulling Louis into a tight hug, which resulted in some of the mess rubbing off on him. By the look on his face, he didn't mind much. That bastard. Once she was gone, the others bombarded me with questions.
“You son of a...” Harry started slowly, whereas Louis punched me in the shoulder.
“Daddy Direction in action, I would say! What happened?” he asked, feigning interest. I knew he was just downplaying his interest in her. Zayn shot me death glares.
“Nothing, alright?” I said and pulled up my hands.
“Yeah, sure, man. Her cheeks were just rosy from the flour you poured over her,” Harry saw right through me. I grinned and shrugged my shoulders.
“That's it, I'm going in!” Zayn announced and headed off. We all looked after him, confused.
“What's he up to?” Louis asked. Then it dawned on us.
“She went to take a shower...” Harry mumbled. We shared one look, and then we all took off the fastest we could. Sprinting towards Zayn's room, we pulled on the door handle to find it locked. The same with Cassie's room. She started to do that after our little visit.
“Bollocks,” I mumbled and slid down the wall of the hallway. “We're done. He's got this,” I concluded, knowing about Zayn's effect on girls.
“Damn,” Harry said and Louis just looked defeated.
“Just a girl, lads,” I said, trying to brighten the mood.
“Yeah... but what a girl!” Harry said what we were all thinking. We sighed and looked at each other. We were so hooked.
Cassie's POV
My heart was still racing when I closed the bathroom door behind me. Liam almost kissed me... And I almost let him! But at that moment, I couldn't help myself... he was just so much more than I first thought of him. I groaned loudly and was about to lock the door to Zayn's room when it flung open and he stormed in. I stumbled back a few steps and watched him lock it from the inside.
“Zayn, what are you doing?” I asked him, irritated. He just turned around and had this look in his absolutely lovely brown eyes... Holy sweet mother of... My ovaries. They were exploding, I could feel it. He closed the distance between us in a quick stride and took my face in his hands. He was so quick, I had no chance to react, and suddenly, his lips were on mine. I was petrified for an instant, before I instinctively did what I did best: I kissed the shit out of him.
Damn it, he was a good kisser. Without even thinking further, I drew him closer while our lips engaged in a hot dance. I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed me up against the cool bathroom wall. Before I even knew it, both our shirts were gone and I stepped out of my shorts. I glanced over his half-naked body and let my hands glide down his toned muscles... I wanted to do that since the first time I saw him without a shirt. My mouth searched hungrily for his, and when we found each other again, I moaned deep down, because we fit so perfectly together. Every time we had touched, it had felt like an electric shock went through my body; whether it was just a short brush of his hand when he went past me, or that time he cuddled up against me on the couch. What we were doing was so predictable, at least to me. I was the power plug and he was the electricity. We were kissing and teasing, biting and sucking, and it felt wonderfully good.
I could feel his erection against my pubic bone and it turned me on more than I wanted to. I moved my hand down and cupped him gently. He paused for a second and looked at me, and I was positive I saw fire in his eyes. I freed him and enjoyed the sight. He unhooked my bra and brought down his lips to my wanting nipples. Oh, dear... I threw my head back in ecstasy and dragged him into the shower. When the first drops of hot water hit my sensitive skin, it washed away all my morals. My head went on stand-by and my libido took over... I was doomed.
9/16/13