Zayn Malik
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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“Come on, just once, tonight,” I said to Parson and she shook her head. She knows now that we’ll get killed or seriously injured if he finds out that we’ve been dallying around with each other. Although I’ve come to realize that Harry and I have known each other for I can’t remember how long, so he wouldn’t kill me, and he sure as hell wouldn’t kill Parson because she’s his diamond. To hell with him, I’m taking what I want and what I deserve.

“No, Zayn…” she shook her head and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing her to the hard wall by her bedroom door.

“Tell me why,” I grumbled under my breath and she shook her head again. When I want something, I have to get it. I can’t just let it sit there and look at me, making me think it’s the most desirable and beautiful thing in the world and I can’t even have it, “Please, Pars.” She unraveled my arms from her waist and stood behind me, shaking her head for another time. I grabbed her waist again and went to kiss her, but my heart dropped to my dick when I saw Styles standing by the corner, watching us with red in his eyes. Son of a bitch. I saw him mutter something and he just turned the other way and walked down the hallway. He thinks he is just seeing things, he always thinks that when he sees something he doesn’t want to.

He’s going to be thinking that for a long fucking time.

“O-Okay,” Parson stuttered and I swallowed, looking back down at her, “but no more after this. I’m tired of hiding Zayn. I don’t want to be around you and think that I’m going to be killed every second, and I know I’m not going to be killed… but I just don’t like the feeling…”

“I can’t promise you, anything,” I said and she sighed before I harshly pressed my lips against hers. She gave into me softly and surely and wrapped her thin arms around my neck, allowing me to wrap her legs around my waist and carry her into her bedroom. Styles might be watching us right now, but fuck, I don’t care anymore. Parson is taking everything from my mind, and I feel perfectly at ease. No curly-headed asshole is going to take that away from me. Especially Harry Styles. His reign will end one day…

Parson bit down hard on my bottom lip, and I slammed her delicate body against the wall, sucking on her skin to make sure she knew that she was mine. Not Harry’s, fucking mine. She gasped in my ear when I nibbled at her skin and planted firm kisses up her neck as her fingers quickly drug my shirt off of my head. She ran her hands through my hair, making it messy and disarrayed. I gathered her cheeks in my hands and her eyes seemed to glow before me… her blue, traumatizing eyes that could kill anyone just by looking into them. Ever since I looked into her eyes, I felt like she was captivating me from the inside out, and I know that every man feels the same way about her, including Styles.

That thought made me furious.

I didn’t hesitate to take every article of clothing she had on off of her body and throw it onto a pile on the floor, quickly adding my own clothes to it. I didn’t care about using a condom at the moment, fuck I didn’t care if I got her pregnant. She would be carrying my blood inside of her, she would be forever attached to me. Even if we never got as close as we should be right now, she would have the child and she would see me every day for the rest of her life. She would be reminded of the lust we had for each other even though we both knew it was wrong. Harry might care that she’s pregnant because he will know it was because of me, but if he ever tries to harm Parson again, I’m putting a fucking bullet in his head.

“C-Condom,” Parson stuttered out and I covered her mouth with my hand, her lips brushing my palm as she let out more shaky breaths. My hands ran down her bare body in astonishment, and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to hold back any further. Fuck. I brought one of her legs up to my hip and put myself in a comfortable position. Once I was set, she dug one of her hands onto my back and pulled me closer.

Fuck.

I had to press my hands to the wall to keep my balance and her leg dropped, ultimately making it harder to function. “W-Wait…” she groaned out and I shook my head, telling her no in my grunts, as I was now fucking her aggressively and I couldn’t stop. Her reactions were already taking me to my high and I wasn’t even able to move as quickly as I wanted to, “Jesus.” she groaned loudly in my ear and I lolled my head back, loving every feeling of this woman on me; against me. I grabbed her body and picked her up, both of us letting out a low sigh as I brought her over to her bed and dropped her down, my body collapsing onto hers. She clamped her mouth shut to conceal her moans and I brought my hands to her jaw, opening her mouth with my thumbs and making her groan out loud as I sloppily showed her that she was mine. This drove me mad―she didn’t have to say anything to tell me to move slower or faster, her fucking facial expressions and sounds tell me everything.

I couldn’t stop moving in motion with her as her legs shook around me, and I let out my own moan to show her that I was enjoying this as much as she was. She dug her nails into my biceps and arched her back, her naked torso touching mine and making my high come faster than I thought it was going to. “Oh fuck,” I grunted above her and she cooed when we both let go of ourselves, and whether it was without protection or not, I still didn’t care. I climbed off of her and pulled the blanket over her, wiping her blonde hair out of her face and running my fingers over her lips.

She tightly closed her eyes and turned away from me, sighing and taking in a few deep breaths. She does this every time, every time we do this she turns away from me like she felt it was wrong to let out her true feelings. I know I make her feel good, and I know she doesn’t want to keep that from Harry for too long, but I can’t fucking help that he is so obsessed with her that he doesn’t want her to fall for anyone else.

“Parson?” I called her name once I had all of my clothes back on and I walked around to where she was facing. Her lips were parted with sleep and I sighed before walking to her bathroom and rinsing my face off. I then walked out of her bedroom and sucked in a breath when I saw Styles pacing the floor in the hallway that I saw him in earlier. Oh shit, I’m dead. I’m fucking dead. When I cleared my throat, I stepped to the side and he looked straight at me. Son of a bitch. He walked right up to me and pushed me to the wall, pinning his arm over my neck and enclosing my ability to breathe. I clutched onto his arm and felt my throat closing up as he pressed his arm farther onto my neck.

“Tell me what the fuck you were doing in there,” he snapped at me, anger flowing off of him like a fucking heatwave. I would but I can’t fucking breathe. He pressed his arm as far as it could go and I put my hands on his shoulders, practically begging him to let go with my eyes as my mouth sputtered out words that I couldn’t even understand, “Fucking tell me!” I pushed him away from me when he let out a breath and he pulled out the gun from his belt, pointing it straight at me as I begged for air. Fuck… you won’t shoot me. He cocked the gun and pressed it to my temple, making my eyes widen and him lick his lips.

“Harry?” Parson opened the door and I closed my eyes, praying to God she wasn’t still naked. I looked over at her and she had sleep pants and a t-shirt on. Shit. “What are you guys doing out here? Is there something wrong?” I looked at her again and I knew she was faking her shit. She’s a damn good liar too, obviously.

Styles didn’t pull the gun from my temple as he said to her, “I want you to tell me what the fuck is going on between you two. You two aren’t hiding anything with you fancy smirks and shit and I have about had it. Tell me what he was doing in your room, Parson, or I’ll blow his fucking brains out. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll make sure he dies right in front of you.” She went to cover her mouth but she let out a fake cough and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Okay…” she sighed and he lowered the gun for a second, “We were just hanging out.” I blew out a breath when Styles took down the gun completely, but he was just taking out all of the bullets except for one… Russian Roulette? Oh God, Parson please don’t kill me. He pressed the gun to my head, cocked it, and pulled the trigger.

“Lucky son of a bitch,” Styles snapped, laughing sarcastically and looking back at Parson, “Try again, Diamond.”

“I’m not lying to you,” she said and he pulled the trigger again, making me push my hands against the wall and hoping the bullet wasn’t anywhere near my head.

“Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time’s running out, sweet girl. I wouldn’t want to waste it on a handful of lies,” Styles growled viciously, cocking the gun one last time and pulling the trigger.

“Okay!” she screamed and he stopped when I fell to the floor, “We were talking about Louis! There, I fucking told you! Now stop!” I put my hands on my head and mentally thanked her for not getting me killed. He pointed the gun down the hall and shot the slave running across the floor, making him fall dead to the floor, “That wasn’t necessary.”

“Why waste a good bullet on him,” he said, gesturing to me before stuffing his gun in his coat pocket, “If I catch anything going on between you two…” he trailed off and closed his eyes, but then he pointed at Parson, “Don’t ever talk about Louis Tomlinson in this House or you will never see Zayn, Ed, or the light of day again. Do I make myself clear?”

Parson nodded her head as her whole body began to shake, “Yes, sir.”

“Good, Zayn, go to your fucking post. Parson, I will see you at breakfast in the morning,” he said before he took off down the stairs by the hallway. Parson then slammed her door shut and I stood up, locking all of the locks on the door and letting out a sigh.

Shit, if she wouldn’t had said something about damned Louis Tomlinson… I would be dead…

Notes

You know, when I wrote this chapter it made me realize how inexperienced I am about sex, and how I don't know how to write about it.... and I also realized how much I missed writing about Louis. How many of you miss Louis? I miss him.


Thoughts?

Kal xx