Shudder

5. Adult Games

"I'm going to bed." after minutes of silence due to my undressing Harry stands up from the couch. "Um, thanks for coming. You guys can sleepover if you want, I don't really give a shit." With that he walks past all of us his eyes not leaving me until he reaches his bedroom door slamming it behind him.

"We should head out Carly." Stephan stands up handing Carly her bundle of clothes and they wave good bye as they walk out.

Zayn then stands up to shut the door making his way back to sit down right beside me. I haven't put my shirt back on and I look around the dark room to find it. Where the hell is it?

"So what happened with you and Harry." He leans one arm on the couch his head tilted in his hand.

"Don't want to talk about it." I cross my arms above my chest. "Where the hell is my shi-"

"Did you really mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"That you like Harry better."

"Jesus Zayn, just -"

"Well did you?"

"Kind of, well- I mean. If I say Harry and you on the street I'd walk up to him first , but just on first looks. Either way you're the one I'm sitting here talking to right?"

"I guess so." We sit in silence staring into each others' eyes. I'm about to make conversation when he leans in. His lips just inches away from mine.

"Remember what I said to you in the cafe?" I nod my head as he pulls me down so he's lying on top of me. "I wasn't joking." His lips finally reach mine there soft texture rhythmically moving with me. He pulls on my bottom lip, his eyes cold fingers sliding up my exposed stomach. I flip him onto his back our lips not separating. I feel his beard under our kiss tickling my cheeks. His long eyelashes slide across mine as our forehead meet as we pant for hair. My mind runs for me as he slides his hands to my chest. He is so delicate but rough. I'm not sure how to explain it. Like he's trying to hide. I rub against his crotch riding him as his tongue slides into my mouth causing me to moaning in an aching sensation.

"What the hell!"

I hurry off of Zayn pulling my bra strap up and pushing my hair to the side. Harry stands in front of us in nothing but shorts. I try to catch my breathe not only from Zayn but the man standing in front of me.

"I said you could sleep over not fuck."

"Come on man, we were just kissing."

"Zayn go home. Jessie you can stay here if you want, or go with Zayn. I don't really care." He walks back into his room slamming the door once again.

"Sorry bout that."

"It's alright Zayn, it is his home."

"Well I live next door if you want to come."

I suppress a laugh, a giggle still escaping my lips, "You live next door?"

"We've been best friends since middle school Jessie." I shrug my shoulders still searching the ground for my shirt. "So are you coming with me?"

"No, I'm just going to stay here to sleepover. Take up Harry's offer."

"Why?"

"Because if I go with you I'll be tempted to do stuff with you that I shouldn't. I don't even know you."

"Then promise me something."

"What?"

"A date."

"Zayn."

"Come on Jessie. You weren't complaining a second ago."

"Fine."

"Really?"

"Just leave before I change my mind." Zayn leans down to kiss me on the cheek before leaving, closing the door behind me.

"So a date huh?"

"Holy shit!" I jump back into the couch. "You we're ease dropping."

"It's my apartment." He leans against the door of his bedroom still just in his shorts.

I roll my eyes now realizing I am still in my bra, "Do you know where my shirt is?"

"Here." I stand up to meet him by the door but he throws it in my face and I almost stumble back into the table just behind the couch.

"Why are you like that?"

"Like what?"

"Such an asshole. I may not have been in my right mind when I first met you but I remember you holding me, telling me It's okay. Where the hell is that guy?"

"You don't even know me."

"What and you know me? You sure do look like you've got me all figured out."

"Because I do. I know exactly who you are."

"Why don't you enlighten me then since I don't seem to know."

"Why don't you ask Zayn."

"What? Why are you being this way? He is your best friend."

He walks out of his door way and near the living room. He opens up a chest and pulls out a blanket and pillow tossing it on the big couch. He then closes the chest and walks back to me not even trying to answer my question. He's back at his door way now his tattoos that I've just noticed on display.

"Are you going to answer me!" I shout at him before he begins to close the door.

"He doesn't deserve you."

"What?" I stop my foot to block the door.

"I know Zayn." He says pointing to his bare chest, "And he is gunna chew up and spit you out. While I on the other hand, would fuck you on every single object in this apartment, then make you dinner afterwards." He looks at me once more and slams the door the third time tonight. Leaving me in the darkness of his own home.