The kiss was something I've never experienced. I never knew his lips could be this soft.
And I loved it.
So much.
Our lips moved in perfect sync against one another, in a slow motion. My head was in the clouds and my heart was beating out of my chest.
What is this feeling?
I didn't know what to do with my hands, but when Zayn pulled me closer by my waist, I automatically placed my hands on his leg.
He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting my lips with his own. I chuckled in amusement, wiping the saliva away.
Zayn smiled at me and I returned it. But his smile quickly faded away, regret and fear flashes in his eyes and my heart sank to my stomach.
My smile was slapped off my face at his sudden change in mood. "What's wrong?"
In the middle of my sentence, he got up from the stairs and ran down them, running towards the door. "I have to go," he mumbled.
"Go where? Can we just talk abo-" The door slammed loudly, symbolizing that he finally left without another word.
"What the fuck was that.." I whispered to myself while I raised my fingertips to touch my lips. They were tingling.
My heart was still beating fast, my head was still in the clouds and my lips are on fire. My body feels warm but I have so many goosebumps.
What is this feeling?
***
I was pacing my room now, my hair was in a messy bun and I'm sure my cheeks are still red. I was waiting for Dinah and Camila to come by. Why were they taking forever?
I texted them saying that my door was unlocked and that they should come asap. I guess they don't know what asap means.
I heard the door slam shut and footsteps run up the stairs. I stopped pacing and looked at my doorway, only to see a Dinah and Camila out of breath, holding a few bags of unknown items.
I sighed in relief.
"Thank god you guys are here.." I plopped down on my bed, landing on my back and sighing deeply.
Dinah kicked off her shoes, placing them beside my bed and she sat down beside me while Camila placed the bag of mystery items on my table.
"What happened?" Dinah asked while combing her slender fingers through my hair.
I groaned quietly, closing my eyes and flashbacks of every event that happened from today played through my mind like a broken record.
"Y-You know Zayn, right?" My voice cracked while I spoke. Oh god, Lauren. Don't you dare cry you fucking crybaby.
Dinah and Camila nodded their heads in unison.
I opened my eyes and looked at Dinah, making her appear upside down to me.
Heaving out a sigh, I finally spoke. "At the mall, Zayn and I walked around," I started to look at the ceiling, not bothering seeing Dinah's reaction. "And we talked."
"About...?" Camila pressured, sitting down on my rocking chair in the corner of my room.
"He said that we needed to talk. About what happened in my office. The plan Camila had to kill him." I sat up slowly and sat criss cross applesauce in front of Dinah.
I was afraid to make eye contact, so I suddenly found interest in my black nails, picking at the paint ever so slightly.
"I cleaned the cut I gave him. That's what he wanted to talk about. I didn't want to lurk around the bush so I just said it. I said I care about him."
I heard Dinah gasp and I mentally rolled my eyes.
"He um.. he told me that he cares about me too." I deadpanned, licking my lips.
"Aw.." Camila cooed. I immediately shot her a death glare.
"We started to get along and shit. I liked it, to say the least. We went to the food court, ate and talked then.." I was afraid to finish.
"Then what?" Camila inched on. I could tell that she was at the edge of her seat.
"I asked him to come inside with me. And he did. We talked for awhile. We ordered pizza and then.."
"Then what?!" A nervous Camila demanded.
I typically rolled my eyes. "We kissed."
"Finally!" Dinah and Camila said in unison.
I looked at them with puzzled expressions. "Calm your asses down. I'm not done."
"As I was saying, we kissed. But when we stopped, there was this look in his eye.." I furrowed my eyebrows together as I thought back to that moment. "In his eyes, I could see regret. Fear. Almost like he was scared.."
"That's weird," Dinah began, messing with a loose thread on my comforter. "Why would he be scared?"
"I heard he's going on a mission. Maybe that's why he's scared?" Camila suggested while shrugging her shoulders.
I shook my head, refusing to stress myself out about this. "I don't know. But he left so quickly after that. I didn't know what to do."
"Hm.." Dinah hummed. "Maybe he's scared about Gigi finding out?"
"Please don't mention that blonde bimbo." Camila spat out.
"Wow, Camz. You sound like Lauren." Dinah teased, a sly grin tugging the corners of her lips.
I scoffed and smacked Dinah's shoulder as hard as I could, resulting her in yelling an 'Ow!'
"But seriously, in all seriousness, why would he run out like that? Are you okay?" Camila asked, concern in her voice.
I sighed and nodded my head. "Yeah. I'm fine.. I'm just, I'm not used to feeling whatever feeling this is."
"Why? Do you like him or something?" Dinah asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
I wanted to barf. "Ew, no."
"Did you kiss him back?" Camila pressured, wiggling her eyebrows as well.
"Yes, bu-"
"Why did you kiss him back then, Lauren?" Dinah said, leaning in closer to me while giggling her eyebrows more.
"Because," I crossed my arms over my chest. "It would be awkward if I didn't."
"Ooh, sure." Camila rolled her eyes, smirking at me.
"You guys are so immature." I linebacker down on my bed, reaching over for my remote.
"You totally like him." Dinah concluded, shrugging her shoulders, laying her head on my stomach.
"No, I do not." I said matter-of-factly.
"Yes you do." Camila sing songed, laying down with us and watching the screen.
"I know you're not good with feelings or knowing how you feel, but think about it. Stop putting your guard up. I think you should just let loose every once in awhile." Dinah said while playing with my belly.
"We just want to see you happy." Camila added.
I smiled, for I was very lucky to have great friends in my life. "Thank you. I will."
"So, uh.. did you like the kiss?" Dinah said after a moment of silence.
"Yeah, is his lips soft? What does he taste like?" Camila said, wiggling her eyebrows once more.
"Guys," I mumbled. "Don't start."
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A/N: Thoughts, babes? Why do you think Zayn ran out? (there's literally a billion possible reasons why)
I go back to school on Wednesday, wish me luck. :((
Until next time, angels. ❤
- c