Strings and Schemes

Chapter 6

My eyes widen, the mind bending sex starting to go to my head making me squirm with pleasure. Zayn takes his fingers and places them in his mouth, letting me watch him wet them before nudging Louis to let him know he had plans.

Louis moves so that his tongue is focused on my entrance, while Zayn lowers his hand and starts touching my clit, looking me in the eyes the whole time he does.

"How's that feel?" He asks, cockiness dripping in his voice. I moan, throwing my head back on the couch, unable to look at the scene playing out in front of me unless I want to entirely unravel right this instance.

Louis switches, moving his tongue to my clit, relieving the sensation building up, as Zayn pulls his fingers, looking me straight in the eye and cleaning them, making a primal noise at the taste of me on him; he traces his fingers down to my knee and back up to my thigh, dipping a digit inside of me, making me gasp for air as if I just was coming up from water. Louis catches my eyes, before sucking on my clit intensely, nipping slightly; the intensity building over me like waves, as I finally let go and hit the peak. Z kisses me hard as he helps me ride out the wave, leaving me shuttering in his wake. Louis pulls himself up and kisses me softly, before reaching to throw me over his shoulders fireman style, and carries me up the stairs.

"Louis!" I laugh, "What are you doing?!" He lightly taps my butt with each step.

"Just bringing you upstairs!" He sings in his best opera voice.

Zayn laughs following behind us;

"Lou, why are you carting me around Zayns home? Shouldn't he be leading?" I say

"Nah, Zayn and I have been mates for years - I've crashed here many a time after wild nights out. Especially when he's on tour. He calls it house sitting so I don't feel bad, but I think hes just trying to make sure I have multiple options for getting home."

Zayn chuckles, "Mate, I know you. You need options."

I laugh, "You know, he's not wrong."

Louis scolds me as he flips me over and onto the bed, it bounces as Louis hops on the corner before becoming entranced with the view from the balcony. Louis opens up the balcony door the baboon he is and yells sweet nothings to the city. "LOOK AT YOU BEAUTIFUL LONDON!!"

The loft is somehow even more amazing than the main floor. It's like this room has a soul, it's dark and moody with floor to ceiling windows with the most amazing view. The room is filled with rich grey-blue tones, the coziest bed, a projector screen that comes down from the ceiling, and even has a seating area in a corner with candles in hurricane glasses. He is an artist in every sense of the word. Looking up from the best, I see that the ceiling is filled with glow in the dark stars in a pattern I'm sure has significance.

Zayn joins me on his bed and starts talking about the design, pointing out the one thing that piqued my interest the most - the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. The sky is the night sky from the night he was born, in the small town in Pakistan that his family is from, and he tells me how he imagines sometimes what his life would have been like had his parents not immigrated to the UK and put up with the brutal racism that came with being Pakistani at the time that he was growing up. But instead of ruminating on it, he put this sky up in his loft bedroom where he could day dream about endless possibilities.

How is he so poetic, and thoughtful? It truly amazes me, there's gotta be something wrong with him, no one is this good.

Zayn props himself up on his elbows and yells out to Louis, "oi, mate, come back in! I think the whole city knows you think they're fit," Zayn laughs, "Enough with your mating call."