Chapter 20:

204 5 0

There's a soft knock on the door before it creaks open, revealing Sophia. She opens her mouth to speak then closes it when she sees Zayn. She looks back and forth between us until he finally gets it.

"Umm...I'll just leave," he chuckles, exiting the room.

"I'm going to tell him right now." she tells me but it sounds more like a question. I nod and smile encouragingly.

"I'm sure everything will turn out fine. Harry's a good guy and you guys are great together! You can do this."

I swiftly get up and hug her tightly. She pulls away and lets out a nervous laugh.

"Alright, I'm being so dramatic...everything's gonna be cool!" she says waving her hands frantically, chewing on her lip.

Sophia walks out of the room hurriedly, mumbling under her breath. Zayn walks back in with an amused expression.

"Is she okay? She was talking to her self right now."

We'll find out soon enough.

"Yeah, she's just really tired."

He sits down at the edge of the bed and stretches his arms out, calling me over. I stand between his legs as his large hands rest on my hips, his thumbs rub small circles making my shirt hitch up.

"So I was thinking that we should go out tomorrow, seeing that we're gonna have to be leaving soon."

"Yeah that sounds good." I smile shyly and kiss him on the nose. He pulls me down making me sit on his lap, straddling him.

His caramel orbs stare at my face intently as he brings his hand to my cheek. My hands are on his shoulders almost clinging to his white V-neck, like if I'm holding on for life.

Maybe I am.

Zayn has been a constant through out my life. Every time I had a problem I would always run to him and he would offer me comfort. I remember falling asleep to his soothing words, and waking up next to him. He's so understanding and unlike any other person I've met before. I care for him so much, I can't even explain it.

Zayn leans in closer and kisses me slowly. His lips taste delicious and I can't seem to get enough. His grip on me has tightened and when he lets one hand creep up my arm he leaves a trail of goosebumps. My hand has a fistful of his hair and he groans as I tug on it. Before I even realize what I'm doing I pull at the hem of his shirt and he quickly takes it off. I greedily take in the sight before me and bite down on my lip.

"Don't do that baby," he pants, "its driving me crazy."

Obliging, I pull him in once more as he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me to the bed. Once I'm laying down, he takes my shirt off, and begins to unbutton my jeans.

Realization dawns on me and I quickly swat his hands away.

"What's wrong?" he questions, furrowing his brows.

"I...I don't think I'm ready for that."

"For wha- oh! I wasn't going to do that baby," he chuckles, "I was going to. . .you know."

He slides his hand down there, and puts pressure, making me moan.

"Oh god," is all I can manage to say.

Love TornRead this story for FREE!