*Emily’s POV (Afternoon, Tuesday the 20th)

This is it!!! Within the last couple months or so, I’ve rehearsed and recorded with Zayn’s other musicians. I thought it would take a lot longer than this to get it perfect, but I did a great job with picking out top-of-the-line people to be in the band. I’m super excited because this means that Zayn can come down to record the vocals and we get to see each other! His flight is supposed to come in tonight so until I have to leave for the airport I’m helping Kenzie with her music.

Her and I are such a good team that it scares me sometimes. One of us will be thinking something and the other will say it. It makes us get songs done really fast, but the trouble is that I’m hardly at home anymore. I’m always at the studio working on Zayn’s music and once he gets here, I’ll be with him working on recording his vocals and the backup. I won’t have much time to get Kenzie’s album finished soon and it feels a little overwhelming.

“I’m so happy you’re my songwriter, Emily. I couldn’t do this without you. I’ll be sure to mention you in my Grammy’s speech.” Kenzie says playfully nudging my arm. “Ha thanks…I’m happy too. I’m just worried that once Zayn gets here, I won’t have time for you anymore.” I confess.

“Oh girl, I don’t care if we have less time. I’m willing to wait however long you need until you can work with me. I decided to go to AMDA only on weekends so that I can have some schooling and then work with you when we can. The last thing I want to do is pressure you.” Kenzie says comfortingly.

“You are literally the best. Thank you.” I say hugging her. We finish up the song we’re working on before I leave for the airport. I get there and get to Zayn’s gate waiting to finally reunite with him. It’s only been a few months but it feels like a year. It will be great to see him every day again. Maybe if we have time to spare, we could even go on double dates with Kenzie and Niall.

At last Zayn comes through the gate and I swear I get choked up right here. I run to him and embrace him. “Zayn, I missed you like crazy!!” “I missed you too, love. By the way, happy 3 months.” He says smiling.

“Oh my gosh that’s right, it’s today!” I say embarrassed. “Yeah honestly it slipped my mind too. I just thought of it as I landed.” Now this is a man for me. “C’mon, let’s go to Niall’s. I think you’ll like him. He’s really nice and he plays guitar!” “Awesome! Can’t wait to meet him. And your friend Mackenzie too.” he says taking my hand. We get to the house and we’re greeted by both of them. Introductions are made and they’re all getting along which I absolutely love.

We end up having a little jam session together with Niall on guitar, me on piano, and Zayn and Kenzie singing. It’s so much fun. Honestly, if all of us didn’t already have our own careers we could make it as a band together. We sound amazing and so balanced and blended. That’s how we choose to end the night and we go to bed.

Niall’s parents only have one other guest bedroom so Zayn and I are forced to take a step in our relationship and sleep in the same bed. I don’t mind, because I’d wanted to in New York, but I didn’t want to push anything. Now we have an excuse to and it’s the best thing. We get in bed and face each other.

“This is nice.” he says. “Yeah, really nice. I’m so happy you’re here.” I say brushing his hair back. “I’m so happy I’m here with you. My apartment got awfully lonely.” he replies. “Okay so…we’re starting your vocal work tomorrow. But I also am Kenzie’s songwriter and you’ll have to keep that in mind. You are both my priority so I won’t always be able to focus on you and the band.” I say, needing to make sure he understands this. “Of course, babe. I get that, trust me. I don’t think we’ll have any problems.” he says stroking my face.

There are a few moments where we don’t say anything. We just look in each other’s eyes and get lost in them. At this point we’re just about nose to nose. What he says next…I can’t comprehend for what it really is. But it puts me over the moon. “I love you.” I don’t respond for at least half a minute. I just look at him and try to take in what he just said. Finally, I am able to tell him. “I love you too.” A huge smile comes across his face and he kisses me.

Zayn and I never got what you could call…steamy, when we lived together in New York. But I think it was confessing our love that just set something off. We just kept kissing and eventually he took off his shirt. Once we were both almost naked and he was on top of me, he stopped. He looked at me and seemed to read something in my face.

“Are you okay?” I didn’t have a clue. There we were, so close to going all the way, and all I could think was that I had never done this before. What if I’m not good at it, you know? I don’t want to disappoint him.

Like the way he always does, he reads my mind and says “I haven’t done this before if that’s what you’re wondering.” I did not expect to hear that from a person like Zayn. He has the right look; all the tattoos and piercings and dark, bad boy appearance. I just expected that I’m one of the many girls he’d been with and that he was very experienced. It’s a relief to hear that we’re on the same level. “Okay.” is all I have to say and he takes it as the go ahead.

We strip down to nothing and we just gaze at each other’s bodies for a minute. So that’s what guys look like naked. Not bad. He’s got GREAT abs! Before I know it, it’s begun. All I prepare for is the upcoming pain. I’ve heard that your first time really hurts and I guess that’s why I’ve been so afraid to do it. However…this didn’t hurt. It actually only felt fantastic. We both were done at the same time and when we finished, he collapsed next to me.

“I don’t know what it should feel like. But that was pretty damn good for me. You?” Zayn asks looking over at me. “Yeah…totally. I can’t believe I actually did it.” I say shocked with myself. “Me either. But if it’s any consolation, I never did it with any other girl, because I wanted to wait for my first time to be with someone really special and who I was in love with.”

“You could say that for me as well.” I say still trying to catch my breath. “Have enough left in you to kiss me good night?” he jokes. “Of course. Good night, sweetie. I love you.” I say kissing him. “Good night, I love you too.” He says facing me and wrapping his arms around me.

As I drift off, I relive what happened. The image of him on top of me, him going into me slowly, and the pressure that amounted before both of us released, how great it felt to release. I still feel how it felt when he came into me. Then I think. We weren’t planning on having sex tonight. It was a last minute thing. That means neither one of us was prepared. That means that Zayn wasn’t prepared. …And that means that Zayn wasn’t wearing protection.

Notes

Should've said this yesterday, but we're halfway through the story! :D I think the second half is better so please stay tuned!! Comment which couple is currently your favorite :) Until tomorrow, take care lovelies! <3