Doin' Dirt

Everytime. Everytime he does this to me, kissing my lips takes me to many places that I could ever imagine. A place where thoughts of mine comes so vivid. I gently place my hand on his cheek but I slowly remove it because I don’t want to be this love-sex-hate relationship with him. Is it even love? He grabs my hand, putting it back and he caresses the back of my palm with his thumb as the kiss is still on. I let him do it. I let him control my body, letting me know what he’ll do next. If he’ll do something inappropriate, it’s true that he just wants it and doesn’t care a thing but if he’ll do something that means to be nice then, I’m stand corrected.

I kiss him back, moaning on his lips. And he takes the advantage to explore my mouth. His hands went to my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck. I slowly try to feel the kiss we’re syncing, I can feel the good but not the great. He slowly pushes through inside my shirt, going up just under my breasts. I can’t help but moan again as his hands give pleasure to my body. I just knew that being touched by someone this good can make my body weak and vulnerable. A good where I’ve always wanted to live in my life.

I want to stop but I also want to explore and now, I’ll be crashing two airplanes in minutes if I don’t make the right move but he already did and the airplanes were now blown to bits.

I push him away. “Don’t even do this to me, Harry. Why are you even acting this way?” I can’t help but ask. He looks at me as if saying that he’s sorry.

“I don’t know.” He honestly answers.

“Well, I suggest that you go back downstairs and reflect on yourself.” I roll my eyes and clench my fist. I’m just mad, I don’t know why. He slowly lets go and I look at him, smiling at the back of my mind because I know that he can respect me. But I still can’t believe his bi-polar moods. He’s kind … ? Lustful. Confusing. Cheerful. Sweet. A pervert. I don’t know, there are a lot and I just want him to tell me who he really is and not this. I can’t wait for me to find out on his little games. He’s staying in our house for two months and I don’t want him to be a stranger to me. “Why can’t you?”

He heavily sighs. “I’ve never been this exposed to anyone...” He looks away. What does he mean about this? I wait for him to continue but he never does.

“Please go.” I mumble.

“I’m sorry. I’m acting this way. I never knew I could be… this.” He looks to the floor. “I’ll be downstairs.” He walks out and I stare at my door as he closes it shut.

I groan and grip my hair hard. Why do I think about him all the time?! Can I stop?! Why am I even worried about him when I should worry about myself? A moment after, my phone beeps. I take it and see the message from someone I have never imagined I would be talking to ever again. I haven’t received any messages from him for the last two months. What has gotten into his mind to text me now? To be honest, my heart is beating so loud right now and I am just as confused and excited as I received his text for quite a long time since that happened between us. I know it was wrong but I clearly know that what we both did was for fun and just fun but it was clearly wrong. I slide my phone open and read his text.

Uhmmm... If you can still remember me, I was that boy whom you had misunderstanding with because I took things way out of hand-and I’m sorry for that and I’m pretty sure that you’re that beautiful girl with soft plump lips that seems forever to let go of.

Memories flood my head after reading his text and I immediately reply.

Zayn?

Notes

a very short and super suckish chapter and a word that you'll never forgive me for saying this over and over again... i'm sorry. i'm so busy with school shit ugh. so, what is zayn doing here? lol. comment guys and so sorry for updating so late because i don’t know why.. my tumblr isn’t working like seriously, i can’t open on any devices and internet cafés. so, i’m thanking my friend for doing this for me. i owe you a lot. and thank you so much for the reads, votes and comments. don't stop though and don't be ghost readers, comment your thoughts. it doesn't mean that i just want you to [vote or] comment because of the number but i want you to because i wanna know what you really think about the story. you're all amazing and just wanted to say, have a lovely day!
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