Just A Little Bit

Classes were boring as hell. I was thinking too much about Zayn and his kid, Delia, and Calum. It was like a mixture of everything besides school. I had started looking for cars, hating the fact that someone had to drive me everywhere or I had to walk or take the bus. They were all old as fuck and would probably cost more to repair than to buy.

Elizabeth decided to make an appearance. She opened the door to the dorm, effortlessly striding in with a handbag on her left arm and her phone in her right. She looked like something straight out of a magazine. I frowned at her beauty, silently wishing I was that graceful.

"What are you looking at?" She asked after taking a trip to the bathroom. I glanced back down at the screen, a number of rusty cars spraying over it. "Cars."

"I thought Zayn bought you a car." I glared at her. I need to stop telling her things. She laughed at my stony expression, throwing her shoes across the room and laying flat on her back.

Silence engulfed us for a couple minutes and I continued scrolling. Nothing that seemed trustworthy enough popped up. No matter how hard I looked and failed, I was not going to fucking accept Zayn's car. That was fucking ridiculous.

"Are you and Calum a thing?"

"Yeah."

"So why are you and Zayn..." Elizabeth didn't finish and I didn't care to look at her. If she was suggesting Zayn and I were together or in a relationship in some way, I would deny it until the world ends. We were friends. I knew that was difficult for everyone to understand, since Zayn never talked to girls in public. But that's what I was labeling us for now.

"You two have had sex." She stated. There was no way to get out of her questioning now. I slapped the screen down on my computer, pushing it away from me and readjusting my position so I was looking over at her. She still stared up at the ceiling.

"We've had sex twice."

Elizabeth let out a shaky breath. I arched an eyebrow.

"That's different."

"What are you suggesting?" I snapped.

"That he has feelings for you. Emotions."

I rolled my eyes. "We are friends, Elizabeth-"

"May want to check in on him with that." She snapped back, rolling off the bed and grabbing her purse.

I watched her trudge to the door dreadfully, still bare foot. She paused, casually flicking her eyes to meet mine. She looked forlorn and that feeling of guilt crept up on me. I looked away quickly.

"I just don't want you to be hurt."

~~~

"Hey!" Calum's voice helped settle me. I shifted under my blankets. It was nearly midnight and I had this awful headache and couldn't sleep. All I wanted were some soft words and maybe a cuddle. That seemed really nice. We haven't been spending a lot of time together and I was starting to think that our relationship was fucking stupid because we've only known each other for maybe a week.

"I can't sleep." I grumbled, flipping onto my left side. He chuckled lightly and I crinkled my brows. How could he be so energetic at this time of night? I guess some people are just like that.

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked shyly. I thought for a minute. He was always so shy around me, like it was almost a joke how shy he was all of a sudden. Also made me wonder why we were dating.

"Uh, no. That's okay. Just wanted to talk to you about classes and... We haven't talked for awhile."

"I talked to you later in the day." His voice lowered. I bit my lip, chewing on it profusely. I wanted to give this relationship a chance but...

"We barely know each other and I just keep thinking that-"

"That we should break up?" His voice was like a growl now, angry. A bolt of anxiety whipped to my lower stomach, pooling a puddle of warmth. Would he storm over here and fuck me like Zayn had? Or was he more like the quiet angry person who yells from across the room.

"Not necessarily. Just that we should get to know each other better and-"

"Shut up. I'll talk you in the morning."

The anxiety was over and instead replaced with hurt. He just told me to shut up and then disconnected the call. This relationship seemed to be going the opposite way of what I expected.

What had I done wrong? I was only trying to tell him that we needed to talk more and- Oh screw it. I hadn't done anything fucking wrong. We were supposed to communicate in a relationship.

A new call vibrated my phone and I jumped, wistfully hoping it was Calum to apologize. Only it was an unknown number.

I snapped my phone to my ear. There was heavy breathing on the other line, a little groan, and then a whimper. I raised an eyebrow. Was this a sex line?

"Hello?" I asked uncertain. More deep breathes. I held in my giggle.

"Grace." My breath caught. It was Zayn. Oh my God what was he doing calling me at night like this? How did he even get my number? Fuck why was I suddenly wanting him here?!

"Zayn, are you alright?" I asked, voice edgier than before. I frowned at how quickly I change for him. If he wanted to have sex, then I wanted to have sex. If he needed comfort, I would comfort him. If he was mad, I was mad. We were like magnets always being pulled to each other.

"I can't stop thinking about you. I have a major boner and a delicious idea. I'll pick you up in 10. Wear something nice."

"How did you get my-"

Beep. Fuck! Why was it that everybody likes hanging up on me! I am not the kind of girl that you can treat like a fucking dog. You don't get to order me around and you don't get to hang up with a goodbye. Fucking guys around here have fucking issues.

Nevertheless, I gathered to my feet, being sure to keep quiet and not to wake Elizabeth. I was grateful she was a heavy sleeper. I'm sure she could sleep through a fire alarm.

My hands fingered some cotton pajama shorts, pulling them up my legs. Next was the tank I was sleeping with. I decided just to leave that on.

Zayn sounded hot. And bothered. His words tumbled across my brain, plaguing me with a new sense of passion. Suddenly I was hot and bothered. I closed my eyes briefly imaging his warm hands running up and down my sides, gliding over my sore nipples, his lips attaching to my lips, jaw, neck. His full member buried deep within me.

I snapped my eyes back open, grabbing my keys and running out the door to the parking lot, vividly turning around and round until the flashy car was spotted pulling into the lot.

I made my way to the door, falling in with little to no coordination. I was too excited. Keep acting so desperate and Zayn wouldn't want me anymore. No, no! What the fuck was I thinking?! What about Calum and me? If I thought he was fucked up, I was cheating! I trusted Calum enough to hope he wasn't...

Zayn's fingers glided across my thigh. I bite my lip, glancing up into dark dark eyes.

"You came so easily. I thought you'd put up a fight?"

"You're moods are hard to keep up with. Be warned that this won't happen again." I said breathlessly. He beamed, a grand grin etching itself over his features, his eyes lighting and darkening all in one. Zayn lifted his hand away from me, hitting the gas pedal easily.

"I'll make a note, Ms. Matter."

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