Babies Need Babysitters

Chapter 11

"You're a teenage girl, you should be having fun while you still can." Zayn shook his head and sat back in his seat. We were at a small coffee shop after school and it was Friday, the Friday of Niall's party. "Harry said no, he's probably gonna make me stay up in my room again. God, I should've known not to throw him with that orange yesterday." I sighed. He wouldn't give me my phone back and I lost all control, I threw the first thing I could get my hands on. "You know, I could come and take you to the party." He took a sip from his hot chocolate and smirked the same smirk I've been seeing since I met him. "You know that won't work. He's probably gonna be up all night to check on me."

"You know, you can just tell him that you're going to bed early and like climb out your window. I'll wait for you across the street. I'll get you to that party and I'll take you back home after."

"You'd seriously do that for me?" I grinned widely, showing of my teeth. "Of course. Harry is taking this shit way too far. Just because you two don't get along doesn't mean he gets to ruin your whole teenage life. Now is the time that you should be going to parties, experiencing new things and making mistakes to learn from. Harry should know that, I mean he went through this too. So be outside by 9pm and I'll take you to your friend's house, okay?"

"What if Harry finds out?" Zayn signed for the waiter to bring the bill, before turning his attention back to me, "Then I'll deal with him, okay?" I nodded and thanked him quietly. The waiter came back with the bill and Zayn insisted that he'd pay.

"Well, I'll see you at nine then. I had a nice time with you, Emily." He awkwardly raised his arms and threw them around my neck. "I had a nice time too and thanks for the drink, and that you're taking me there tonight." I smiled. We pulled apart and he yet again had a smirk on his face. "See you later." I smiled, turning around. I walked out of the warm shop and adjusted my blue scarf without watching where I was going. "Emily?" I bumped into someone and nearly had a heart attack right on the spot. "Em, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, pulling his eyebrows together. "Harry? You're here. Woa, uh, what's up?" He raised an eyebrow and scanned his eyes over what was behind me. "Who are you here with?"

"With ah, Zayn. That guy I told you about? Yeah, we ran into each other and he offered me hot chocolate." I smirked. "Zayn? Ah is he still here? I'd love to meet him?" He pulled us both out of the way when a rather large man tried to walk past. "No, he left like 5 seconds ago."

"Damn, alright, well let's head home then." He plastered the fakes smiled I had ever seen over his georges lips and took my arm, dragging me to his car. "So why are you here? At this shopping center at this hour, aren't you suppose to be at that fucking window of yours making sure I come home?"

"Nope, actually Taylor wanted to have something to eat, and I suggested the Italian restaurant down the road. I was walking back to my car when I thought I saw you." I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from making some silly sex comment and got into his car while he ran around it. He got in and started it, music blasting through the speakers as he did so. "So did you and this boy have a nice time?" He clenched his jaw as he reversed from the parking lot, "Yeah, we had a realllllly nice time." I exaggerated. Zayn had become someone who I would want as a guy best friend, who's throat I could shove my tongue down and then act like nothing happened after. Harry on the other hand, every time I thought of him, this weird feeling would fill my lungs and this burning, craving sensation would fill my being. I would look at his body and feel like a 13 year old seeing porn for the first time. There was nothing I wanted more than him onto of me, between my thighs, me on my kneed in front of him, sounds, filthy sounds leaving his gorgeous full lips, his hands on my breasts, his tongue on my skin. I could go on for ages. He was the man haunting my wet-dream now. But then came that feeling of annoyance and hate when I thought of his personality.