Forbidden

Chapter fifty-two

Songs for the chapter:
Banks-Drowning
Shawn Mendes-Stitches

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I could hear rain drops hitting the house outside which softly brought me from my sleep. The noise lulled me to sleep further but I felt thirsty.

There's a glass of clear water on the night stand but Zayn's still pressed on my body. I'm too groggy either way but with some efforts from my part I managed to get the glass and gulp down the water.

The same smell of expensive cologne and cigarettes stained his inked skin as I recall all of my blurry memories. Then I look down at his face, laying on my bare chest.

As I outlined the bow of his upper lip I couldn't help this feeling, the deep longing I felt for him. And tragically it isn't just simply lust or desire, it is more like a drive that makes me want to look after him, to make sure he is alright, he eats well, sleeps well and doesn't frown too much, that his handsome face is calm, stressless and he is overall satisfied.. What am I thinking and that while creeping at him like this?

His eyes fluttered but he only nuzzled further to my chest, breath hot on my neck, my hands cuddle him lovingly closer. I'm smelling his hair and stroking his back so his dream is light and peaceful, finding sleep on my own again.

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"Malik." he said in a rough voice that melted like chocolate "Yeah, okay." I heard him say, maybe speaking in his phone. "Yeah, you did good on informing me. We'll be there." he hummed.

It wasn't hard to tell that he'd just woken up from sleep, he was talking slower and deeper than he usually did. He yawned once before emitting the noise that usually follows a really good stretch of limbs. He sat up and quickly stood up. I felt cold at the sudden loss of warmth he gave me. His hands rose to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning Zayn." I say with a light voice. He briefly eyes me then ignored me.

Shocker.

Zayn picked up his skinnies and pushed his foot in it, nearly falling that I have to suppress a giggle while I take his torso in, his tattoos were mesmerizing in their own way and really suited him, I think I would never say that they were boring. He succeeded after a few attempts, muscles flexing all the while, and pulled the zipper up, my face burning hot so I avert my eyes elsewhere.

He looks around.

"Where the fuck is my-" he muttered to himself.

"You mean this?" I point to my attire, his head snapped my way, settling his eyes on me..

He stood still for a moment examining his blue and black flannel that I had worn earlier because I simply wanted to.

He stays silent, jaw flexing as he presses his teeth together and I can see the darkening look in his eye, but I can't figure out what it is.

"Are you aware of what happened yesterday?" he rasped slowly out of the blue.

Blinking I focus on the cover. I was dreading the mention of last night and swallowed a building lump in my throat when it finally came up. I'm so embarrassed with this, with everything.. I can't look at him and not remember the taste of his lips on mine or the soft feel of them upon my chest..or the way he looked at me while I touched him.

"Answer me Liv." he pressed, a blush coated my cheeks.

"No, yeah. I am aware."

"Do you regret it?" his hand cupped his neck as he scratched it slightly, as he's looking down his feet like he was nervous..or embarrassed?