He sat across the table, his head hung low with nothing to be said. I’d lost count of the amount of times i’d questioned what was wrong.
"Just leave it." He’d mumble, taking another bite of his food. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Wouldn’t smile. Wouldn’t talk. I placed my fork on my plate, watching his every move in silence. The clock on the kitchen wall kept ticking, every second more painful then the last.
"Is it something I did?" I finally whispered, no longer able to hold my worry inside. He kept eating, taking slow bites as he ignored my question. "Zayn-"
"You know it’s not always about you." He slammed his fist down on the table, making us both jump. He seemed taken back by his anger, looking me in the eye for a mere second before pulling his gaze back to his plate. "I’m sorry." He mumbled, his voice cracking.
My heart beat raced as I tried to regain my composure from his tiny outburst, not used to seeing that side of him. He was always cool, calm and collected; never bothered by anything in the world. “You don’t have to be.”
He shook his head before standing up and collecting both of our plates, heading towards the kitchen. I sat in my chair as I listened to the sound of them being placed in the sink, followed by the sound of running water. I slowly got up and made my way towards him, lingering in the doorway as I watched him from a few feet away. He was gripping the counter with both hands, his head hung low. “Why am I not good enough for them?” He took a shaky breath as I approached him, though I still kept my distance. “I’m not-” he paused, and I knew he was fighting to keep his emotions in check. “I’m not a fucking terrorist.” He whispered, bringing his hands up to his face and then running them through his hair.
I took a final step towards him, resting my hand on his back as he turned around. My heart shattered as tears cascaded down his cheeks, his eyes stained red. I took a deep breath, trying not to crumble from seeing him so broken, and brought my hands up to wipe his tears away.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" I spoke quietly, afraid my voice alone would break him even more. His cheeks were soft as I cupped them in my hands, his stubble tickling my palm. "Do you know how many people love you and know who you are and would drop everything just to see you smile?" My throat tightened as I spoke, his emotionless eyes glued to mine, and I suddenly realized that my words were more than just a filling for his heart. They were a matter of life and death.
"Don’t let them win, Zayn." I leaned on my toes as I reached up to kiss both his cheeks, closing my eyes as I wished his tears away. "Please." My voice broke as I planted my lips on his, wanting to be enough for him, but I worried that I wasn’t.
"I love you so much." I placed the heels of my feet back on the ground, wrapping my arms around him as I leaned my head against his warm sweater. He smelled like cigarettes, something I despised when I’d first met him, but grew to love. Everything about him I just… Loved. Absolutely everything.
I closed my eyes as his arms finally wrapped around me, his chin resting on the top of my head. “Do you know how many lives you’ve saved?” I asked, gripping onto the loose fabric of his sweater. He shook his head. “A hundred. A thousand. A million” I breathed out, feeling his heart beat slow down to a steady pace. “You’ve saved every girl who goes to see you and the boys perform. You’ve saved every girl who sits at home, lying in her bed as she blasts her music, pretending she’s there. But you’ve also saved one girl in particular, who’s always been watching from the sidelines, and who always will be.” I looked up at him, my chin resting against his chest as my body leaned into him. “Every day that I get to wake up to you, is another day where you’ve saved my life.”
He leaned down, colliding his lips to mine as he placed his hand on the back of my neck. “I love you.” He mumbled between kisses, gripping onto my waist as he pulled me up against him, making sure my legs were wrapped around his body before carrying me down the hall towards our bedroom.
We were forced to break the kiss as he placed me onto the bed, both of us out of breath. I laid on my back as I watched him throw his sweater over his head, followed by the removal of both his shirt and pants. He crawled onto the bed, dragging me onto his body as he lay towards the ceiling, my legs straddling him.
I removed my top and bra, throwing both to the floor, though keeping my laced underwear on. His chest was rising and falling, a mesmerizing view as I leaned forward, tracing his tattoos with my finger. I slowly replaced it with my lips, kissing the black words and patterns as gently as I could. His body slightly quivered as I brought them down his stomach, pausing at the waistband of his boxers.
I looked up at him, his mouth hung slightly open as he watched me carefully, and I could suddenly see how vulnerable he really was. He’d always been the rock, but tonight he was more than that. And I never loved him more.
I gave him a reassuring smile before bringing my hand up to his boxers, cupping his length over the loose material as I gently massaged it. He instantly threw his head back, a quiet whimper escaping his lips. Sex between us was always fast and rough, which was what we both liked. But tonight wasn’t just about sex, and we both knew it.
I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and pushing them onto the floor. When I looked back up his length was rock hard, his hand running up and down. I brought my head closer to him, licking my lips as he held his dick towards me. I eagerly opened my mouth, wrapping myself around his length. He pulled his hand away when my lips were halfway down, my cheeks hallowing as I gradually swirled my tongue around.
He pushed fallen strands of hair behind my ear, brushing my cheek lightly with his finger as he did. “You’re perfect.” He breathed out, and I looked up to see him watching me with nothing but complete lust in his eyes. “Come here.” He motioned me forward, and I let his dick pop out of my mouth as I obeyed.
I rested my body against his, my head laying perfectly in the crevice of his neck. He ran his fingers down my back, curving out my spine. My legs were spread open slightly as he pushed my left leg to the side, his fingers drumming along the inside. A tiny moan fell past my lips as they then danced against the fabric of my underwear, right over my slit. He ran his finger up and down, knowing how wet his teasing would make me. “Such a good girl.” He breathed out as he pushed my underwear to the side, easily slipping a single finger inside me.
"Oh, Zayn." I groaned against his neck, gripping his shoulder with my hand as he curved it perfectly inside me. My breathing began to falter when he slipped in a second finger, pressing quick and direct jabs to my g-spot. "It feels so good." I couldn’t help but grind my hips against his, his hard length poking into my leg. "I want you inside me." I nibbled on his neck, craving more.
"I want you to cum first." His voice was raspy, needy. He sped up his pace, my walls contracting against his fingers as my orgasm neared. I dug my nails into his shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut as I forced myself to notice everything he made me feel.
He suddenly pulled his fingers away, and I had no time to react before he flipped me onto my back and was now laying on top of me instead. He forcefully grinned his hips against mine, his dick pressing against the fabric of my underwear. He was leaning on his forearms, his forehead resting against mine as he focused on pressing his body to mine. He knew dry sex was my weakness, the thought alone able to drive me insane. “How does it feel, baby?”
"So fucking good." I screamed as his sloppy thrusts caused his dick to hit the fabric over my clit instead, instantly sending me into complete bliss. My hips bucked against his as I gasped for air, wrapping my legs around him to try and control myself.
He didn’t give me much time to recover before reaching between us and pulling my soaking underwear down my legs and onto the floor. He positioned his dick against my slit, pressing his lips to mine as he slowly slid inside. My walls expanded around him the further he went, though still contracting as my body tried it’s best to recover.
"Mmm you feel so good." He whispered in my ear, bringing his hand between us and cupping my breast. He tugged on my nipple as he leisurely thrust in and out, making sure I felt every inch of him.
"You feel even better." I moaned, running my hand up and down his back. "I could stay like this forever."
“Me too.” He breathed out, leaning on his arms as he looked down to our colliding bodies and the back up to me. “You’re so fucking hot.” He smirked, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “All the things I would do to you…” He shook his head, “But fuck this is pretty damn perfect.
"You’re pretty damn perfect." I chuckled, gripping onto his arms as he began speeding up his pace.
"Cum for me again." He groaned against my neck, and I knew he was close. "I want to lick that sweet pussy of yours clean."
"Please." I begged, my walls contracting at the thought. "I’m close."
"C’mon baby." He encouraged, running his hands through my hair as his speed grew increasingly faster, his bottom lip between his teeth. "Imagine how good my tongue will feel between your folds, my lips wrapped around that sweet little clit of yours." He gripped my waist with his free hands, "look at me when you cum." He demanded, to which my eyes shot open. His face was covered in determination, and I couldn’t help but stare at his soft lips. I gasped as I imagined them against my center, my body instantly shaking under him.
"Zayn!" I screamed, digging my nails into his skin as I released around his length, followed by a warm liquid covering my walls as he cursed above me. Our bodies were hot and sweaty as we clung to each other, chests rising and falling at a rapid pace. He placed his lips to my ear, his breathing hot and heavy, "You’re dripping, baby. Ready for round number three?"