December that year

Roxana's POV:

The last couple of months had been... blissful. Zayn and I rarely did anything else than lay in bed all day, engaging in casual substance abuse and wild sex. My book had come out, and it was a huge success. After my interview with Grimmy, paps were swarming mine and Zayn's house all day long, but since we rarely went outside, they got bored eventually.

“I'm heading to the studio,” Zayn called to me from the bathroom. I was flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling while rolling a spliff in my fingers.

“Have fun,” I called dryly, not particularly interested in his schedule.

“You know he's been asking about you,” he said while he walked into the room, drying his hair with a towel. I let my eyes linger on his exposed chest, contemplating whether he would be up for a lazy quickie.

“Rox?” he got me out of my daydreaming and I looked at him, quirking up an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Harry. He's been asking about you,” Zayn answered, pulling a shirt over his head. There goes my quickie.

“And I would care why exactly?”

“Rox... I know it's none of my business, but maybe you should talk things out,” he said, eyeing me carefully. I snorted and got up, walking over to him in my underwear. I pressed my body against his, stroking a finger over his exposed arms.

“As far as I'm concerned, we're done. Go tell him that, then maybe he'll leave me alone,” I gave him a sharp look, and he nodded his head.

“I don't really want him around you anyways. You're mine now,” he whispered, bending down and kissing me forcefully, gently biting my bottom lip. I sighed and pressed even more against him.

“I am as much yours as you are mine,” I commented and his eyes cringed. We both knew that we were like wild animals, you just couldn't cage us.

“I see. I really gotta go now,” he said while my hands were roaming his front, slowly sliding down. I grinned and unhooked my bra, dropping it as his feet. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard.

“You sure?” I purred, stroking over my exposed breasts. He stood still for a moment before he slid off his shirt. I grinned happily.

“I'm sure they can wait a little while longer...”


Harry's POV:

“Where the fuck is he? It's the third time this week!” Liam was pacing around the room, furiously checking his phone every other second.

“It's the chick. She's a bad influence on him,” Louis commented while typing away at his phone.

“Don't speak about her like that, you don't even know her,” Niall defended Rox immediately.

“I know she fucked Harry up and is keeping Zayn from work, that's not the best rep, buddy,” Louis argued back.

“She didn't fuck me up,” I defended myself, shooting Louis an annoyed look. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Really? So you haven't been sulking around, rejecting all offers since that 'legendary' party?” he said sassily and I rolled my eyes. He was right, but I didn't want to talk about it.

“Whatever...” I groaned just as Zayn walked in, waving at us before he slouched down on the couch.

“You're late. Again. I don't like it,” Liam scolded him, standing in front of Zayn like a scolded girlfriend.

“Sorry. Traffic,” he mumbled and locked eyes with me for a second. I quickly looked away, not wanting to have to deal with him. It was still killing me that he was the one to have Rox, and not I. But I guess it was my own fault.

“Can we stop this now and get to work, please? I don't want to be stuck in here forever,” Louis whined and we all got our shit together and did what we were supposed to do. The mood lightened in the course of the day, and at the end, things were almost like 2 years ago, when we were first put together.

“You guys wanna come over and hang out? I could finally introduce you to Rox,” Zayn suggested when we were packing our things. Niall immediately accepted, and Liam did as well, having wanted to meet her for ages. Louis looked at me for a moment and I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Naw, I have plans,” I said and turned towards the door.

“I know for a fact that you don't have any, so you're coming with, or I'm not going,” Louis chimed and I froze in my tracks. I turned and shot him a furious look. He was my best friend, my soulmate, and he wanted me to face what had been bothering me, but I was in no mood today.

“If it matters, I think you should come, too,” Zayn suddenly said and my eyes widened. Really?

“Why?” I asked him.

“You and Rox need to talk things through. It's not only you who has been sulking,” he said, and I could hear the disappointment in his tone. Maybe he hoped that we would finally let go of each other if we just talked. I sighed and looked at him.

“Alright.”



Roxana's POV:


“I'm... radio-active, radio-active!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs, the rough music filling the whole of Zayn's apartment. I was dancing around in my underwear, waiting for him to come home, one of my black fags in one hand and a Whisky bottle in the other. After he had left that morning, my mind had wandered to Harry again and again, so I went on a nice little shopping spree through the luxury stores and ended up here, already quite intoxicated from the champagne they had offered me at the stores and the cocaine I had snorted in their bathrooms. I was having a blast.

I was tossing my hands wildly through the air, swaying my hips to the beat, and I did a quick turn just to stop dead in my tracks. Facing the door, I was me t by 5 sets of eyes, some of them smiling, some of them open wide. I grabbed the remote, turned down the volume and faced Zayn and his bandmates.

“Hi,” was my simple greeting and Zayn came to me and gave me a fat kiss.

“I thought I'd introduce you to the lads,” he said with a wink and stepped aside. I rolled my eyes and faced them again.

“Roxana!” Niall beamed at me, coming up behind him and engulfing me in a big hug, swirling me around the room.

“Urgh, Irish!” I groaned when he finally set me down. Two guys I had not yet seen before stepped up to me, one was smiling a bit nervous, whereas the other had a critical look.

“Hi, I'm Liam,” the friendly-looking one said and I shook his hand and managed a polite smile.

“I'm Louis. Harry's best friend,” the other introduced himself and we shook hands while glaring at each other. I already knew he disliked me, but it's not that I cared. He stepped away and Harry stood in front of me, looking at me with sad eyes.

“Rox,” he said softly and stepped closer to hug me. I put my arms around his back, closing my eyes for a second to inhale his typical scent before we parted again.

“Well, who wants a beer?” Zayn chimed (yes, he actually sounded happy and excited) to draw the attention from me and Harry. They all nodded and the boys moved towards the living room while I made my way to the bedroom, getting dressed. I was doing it for Zayn's sake, I had already slept with two of his bandmates, didn't want to give the others any ideas. Although it seemed like Louis would rather kill me than sleep with me.

When I returned, they were all sprawled up on the couch, starting a good game of FIFA. Grand.

“So, Roxana, I've heard you recently published a book?” Liam tried to engage in a friendly conversation. I narrowed my eyes at him for a second, trying to see if he was really interested.

“Yup. Sequel,” I answered shortly. He nodded his head and took a sip of his beer.

“What's it about?” he continued to ask.

“Sex. Relationships. Emotions,” I really wasn't in the mood to talk about it again.

“I liked it,” Harry commented from the side, his eyes glued to the TV. I looked at him, surprised. I didn't think he would read it. Especially because he influenced one of the main characters.

“Thanks,” I muttered and took another fag to light it up.

There was really awkward tension in the room, but I made no effort to loosen it, lifting my legs and spreading them out on Niall's lap, who was sat next to me. He patted them shortly, grinning at me before he focussed on the game again.

I watched the boys as they were engaging in the video game, cheering each other on and bashing who ever was loosing. My eyes found Harry, and I stared at him for at least five minutes, taking in his features hungrily. I had actually missed him, which was nearly impossible, giving the fact that we had spent so little time together. But I really missed his intensity and earnestness. Zayn was brooding, too, but he had a mischievous heart. Harry, on the other hand, was just... thoughtful.

After about an hour or so, they stopped and we went to casual drinking. I fetched the Vodka from the kitchen and pretty soon, we were all relatively drunk. I was giggling along with Irish, whose lap I was half sitting on. What can I say, I had always liked him.

“Time to get out the good stuff,” Zayn muttered and went into the bedroom. I got up and followed him, mischief in my mind.

“Hey babe, you're having a good time?” he asked when I entered the bedroom. I just grinned and locked the door behind me.

“I will if you get naked real quick,” I mused, already slipping my shirt off my body. He looked tortured for a moment before he sighed and mimicked my actions. That was one thing I loved about Zayn; he could never say no.

I jumped at him hungrily, sending us both flying onto the bed. Kissing him fiercely, I rid him off his clothes, as he did the same to me. I was already wet and waiting, and he positioned his tip at my entrance just as a knock sounded at the door.

“Zayn? What's taking so long?” we could hear Liam shout at us. I rolled my eyes while Zayn shouted a loud 'We're busy!' back. He thrusted into me, and I let out a strangled moan, welcoming the sensation.

Clinging to his body, we rocked back and forth, our mouths hungrily searching for every inch of skin we could find. It did not take him very long before he came, twisting on top of me while I was moaning with pleasure. He slid out and brought his mouth on me instantly, licking my wet folds until I climaxed as well.

Zayn smiled and gave me a gentle kiss before he got up and got dressed. He fetched the week from the dresser and unlocked the door to return to the boys.

“You coming?” he asked me. I was still on the bed, naked and exhausted.

“Soon,” I replied and he left. I got up after a couple of minutes, starting to get dressed as well when the door suddenly opened. I calmly slid down my shirt before I faced the intruder.

“We need to talk,” he said with a sinister expression and cold eyes while he locked the door behind him. Not good.

Notes

leave a comment? pluhease?