Forbidden

Chapter fifty-one

Again long chapter ahead sorry. Vote?

Song for the chapter: Selena Gomez-Good for you

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Olivia's POV

Arriving in the kitchen I steady myself on the kitchen island, Zayn is still close behind me.

The whole evening I felt bubbly and happy, and when he came back that feeling started to wear off.

"Well, eat." he ordered.

I huff. He's not doing anything wrong but I don't want him to be here with his cold perfect face, angry stance. Why does he have to be so moody? Even if I teased him he still seems angry and doesn't think about losing up. It's not that I dressed up for him, I just wanted a pajama party with Alice which then turned out in a small fashion walk in the hall where we wore the new clothes we purchased.

But when I saw the way he literally held himself back..I knew he wanted to touch me in any way, I saw how troubled and confused his eyes were that I had to tease him.

I walk slowly to the counter opening the cupboard, giggling to myself because my arms feel tingly, my cheeks warm, my chest too.

I jump up and down trying to reach a plate, giving up and wanting to sit on it. I turn around grabbing the counter with both of my hands and want to pull myself on it when I slip and yelp landing on my bum.

"Liv." Zayn called bewildered. He's already by my side making sure I wasn't hurt.

I hiss lightly my elbow hurts a bit.

"You've never been drunk before were you?" he stated dryly, helping me up by scooting me up in his big arms, I get shy all of sudden but round my hands on his neck, looking down.

He places me slowly on the kitchen island where I have more place, his hands on my waist, squeezing me firmly there and even glides them on my thighs keeping them there to caress the skin before he asked, "What do you want to eat?" Though he sounds exhausted and pretty much fed up with my drunken state his voice is deeper, I blush.

"I want nutella and strawberries." I mumble, then pick on the night gown.

He doesn't ask about my out of place craving but only brings me the nutella jar with a spoon and the strawberries watching my child-like gleeful expression. I scoop some nutella and smear it on a strawberry, half of it falls on my robe and chest, I snort and laugh before discarding it altogether, Zayn's eyes burning on me I smile at him sweetly. Then I eat the strawberry moaning and sighing in delight of the delicious taste.

I laugh again when I see Zayn so fidgety and not his usual self just because I'm half naked eating strawberries.. I should be feeling at least a bit embarrassed but I'm not.

"You're so wasted." he addressed my state again, gritting his jaw.

"And you're pretty." I shrug, giggling when he growled. Once I don't take him seriously I can run my mouth and find his anger amusing. My inebriated mind inches my head closer to him, our lips an breath away.

"Liv."

"Zayn." I say back seductively.

"You think this is funny?" he spits icly. I shrug, he rolls his eyes.

He looks at me warily while he takes some glass with water and puts it on the kitchen island, avoiding my stare. I smirk then pull him by the collar of his blue and black flannel shirt, hands trapping me against him and the kitchen island, he's letting me do things like this because I'm drunk but he looks the other way not meeting me eyes, then played with his lips pulling and tugging at them with his fingers in concentration, eventually his almond eyes diverted and are fixated on me, trying not to let them dance over my body for more than quick stolen glances.