Forbidden

Chapter seventy-seven

I decided to post it since it was written out and I don't know when I'll be able to update. Please vote on both chapters, I would've put them together but it turned out too long.

Zayn's outfit on the gif.

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Zayn guided me to the futon, his hand resting dangerously close to my butt as he did so. I sit down, unclasping my strapped sandals, Zayn sat next to me and untied his white nikes too, then adjusted some pillows behind his back until he's comfortable.

"What are we watching?" I chirp, sitting on my knees, next to his sprawled body.

He points to the movie case laying close to our feet.

Leaning to it, I grab it and look over the description. It's a bollywood film.

"Is that good with you?" he asked gently, "If you want we can watch something else." his eyes stare warmingly to me when I reconnect our eyes.

"No, I always wanted to watch one." I assured him. Then I crawled down the futon on my fours, putting the movie case on the table that was on Zayn's side, undoubtly having to reach over him, my hand supporting myself between Zayn's legs.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

After putting the movie case on place I turn my head to him, "What?" I asked absently, tucking my hair behind my ear, soon flushing in heat because my bum is up and practically facing his face, and he's not subtle, staring at my legs and butt with his lip bit down and raking eyes.

I quickly sit next to him, leaning my back on a pillow, taking a deep breath.

His hand lays on my thigh, I tense for a fraction, "Those shorts are going to be a distraction..." he murmured suggestively, his fingers running on my skin making me shiver, moving to my inner thigh, teasingly drawing shapes with his fingertips.

"Let's watch the movie shall we?" I purposely ignore what he said. I'm not even hiding my cocky grin as I thread my fingers together, resting them on my stomach.

But Zayn squeezed my flesh, my breathing hitched, "Oh, I see how it is, alright." his voice a low rasp, resembling a growl, but with a hint of playfulness, my eyes shut closed briefly as he quietly said, "You'll pay for this." before we stay in silence, both of us ignoring the tension he created.

I have to say that I really like this side of Zayn. This charming, playful, and sometimes even shy side.

The movie starts and I already like it.

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During the movie Zayn and I ate a pizza and some fries, drinking refreshments, laughing at the funny parts of it, it was a hilarious romance-comedy movie with a bit of drama too, having catchy songs. It's perfect for tonight.

He had put the blanket on us as my body skimmed his right side, his hands laying on his lap, seeming very relaxed, his face smoothed out of any wrinkles or glares, just eased, teasing me from time to time with his left, hand skimming my shorts and hips by running from one to another through my lower stomach, I'd stop him when he was getting on it too much, he would smirk.

When there's a romantic song coming on - where the couple has become aware of their feelings, or more where the girl finally sees that the boy really likes her and is not just a player as he makes it ought to be - I can feel Zayn's eyes on me while I read the subtitles, liking the meaning of the song.

My face trying to remain with a straight expression, failing when I smile a little, then look down to my hands, back at the movie, then I fidget a little... before giving Zayn a brief glance and a half-smile as he was just staring at me with his big eyes which soften at me.