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Chapter 78
(Kat's POV)
My eyes fluttered open to the feel of fingers tracing delicate circles on my back. Once my eyes opened, I saw Zayn smiling at me, a tired expression on his face.
"Good morning beautiful," Zayn whispered as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
"Good morning," I croaked, my morning voice apparent in my words.
Memories from last night came flooding back into my mind, and I didn't regret a single thing. I pressed my face to Zayn's chest and shut my eyes, still a bit sleepy.
"It's time to wake up, darling," Zayn whispered in my hair.
I whined, "no. I'm still tired."
He chuckled, "so am I, baby. But it's late. And both of us have work today."
I groaned, "work is at three."
"It's twelve and I want to take you out for breakfast before we go."
I laughed quietly, "Zayn, I don't think we'll find a place for breakfast this late."
"True," he mumbled, "but I still wanna make you breakfast, at least."
I kissed his chest, then sighed. "Okay fine."
"Yes!" He whispered. "Now get up, sweetheart. We've got to shower."
I groaned as he got up off the bed. "Set it up, I'm coming."
"You're so lazy," he chuckled as he walked into the bathroom.
I dug my face into the pillow, immediately feeling an impact by Zayn's absense. Everything was so wonderful about him, I just didn't know how to comprehend it. From the way he talked to the way he walked to the way he kissed me goodnight and kissed me good morning, he was just so lovely. The amount of love I have for him hurts me. But I can't help it. I've completely fallen head over heels for him.
"It's ready baby," Zayn called from the bathroom.
And his voice. Ugh. His voice.
I stretched my arms over my head, taking my face out of the pillow. I felt an immediate breeze sweep by me from my absense of clothes. I turned to my side to see Zayn leaning against the doorframe of the restroom, smiling at me. He too, was not wearing clothes, but he did have a towel wrapped around his waist.
I climbed out of bed, and once my feet touched the floor, I collapsed. Out of nowhere, I just fell on the ground.
"Shit," I spoke, looking at if my legs were actually there.
I heard Zayn chuckle as he walked over to my side. "Too hard darling?"
I giggled as he took my arms and helped me stand, "maybe a bit." He wrapped his arm around my waist and walked me over to the bathroom, placing a kiss in my hair.
"I kind of figured you'd wake up like this," he whispered, "so I arranged you a bath."
I smiled as he guided me to the bath. I carefully got out of his arms and sat down in the tub, taking a breath of relief. Zayn chuckled as I shut my eyes and felt the water calming me. I felt the water move, signaling that Zayn sat in the tub also. I opened my eyes to see him sitting across from me, running a wet hand through his hair.
I leaned into him, "I didn't invite you here."
He rested his chin in his hands, "I thought I didn't need an invitation."
I smiled as he leaned down and kissed my nose. "Well I'll let this one go."
A smile pulled up on his face, "thank you for sparing me."
I giggled, leaning in and placing my face in the crook of his neck. I took in his scent as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.
"How was last night?" He whispered.
I bit my lip, "you tell me."
"Best night of my life," he laughed. "I couldn't think of any better way to celebrate Valentine's Day."
I giggled into his shoulder as he began to trace small circles on my skin. "I agree," I mumbled, "I'm glad it was with you."
He took my hands in his, "me too, darling."
That's when a thought came into my mind. I didn't want to ask though, because I didn't want his answer to be something different than what I hoped for. I didn't want to ask right there, I didn't want to ruin things.
"You know, it didn't seem like it was your first time," he teased, "you were pretty good at it."
"Shut up," I laughed, biting his shoulder to keep myself from smiling too much.
"I'm serious," he joked.
I rolled my eyes, biting into his shoulder harder as he moved hair from one side of my neck to the other and placed his lips on my skin. I took a breath as he kissed a patch on skin on my neck, sending shivers up my spine.
It was amazing how, even after everything, the smallest kiss by him could drive me insane.
I sighed in bliss once I felt him press his chest to mine and massage my hair, knowing exactly how to distract me. I placed my hands on his back, then suddenly felt cuts underneath my fingers. I gasped as I felt Zayn flinch, knowing I had hurt him.
"Turn around," I ordered him politely.
"I'm fine," he croaked, distracting me by licking the skin on my neck.
"Please," I whined.
He sighed, "it's not your fault. Okay?"
"Let me just see," I begged.
He took a deep breath before pulling away from me and turning around so that his back was facing me. I gasped once again when I saw scratches everywhere on his back, some even cuts. I knew that they were all because of me.
I leaned in, running my fingers over the scars. "You could've told me I was hurting you."
He chuckled, "I'm not hurt, princess. Infact, I don't think I've ever been more proud of a scar on my body."
I placed my lips on his back, kissing down his scars. I couldn't believe that my own two hands could've caused this much damage. It was insane.
"Sweetheart," Zayn whispered, "I'm fine."
I sighed, "you're so unfair."
He turned around slowly, facing me. "Why is that?"
"Because you never tell me when I hurt you."
He leaned in, wrapping his arms around my body. He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, "that's because you've never hurt me."
"The nail marks on your back prove otherwise," I huffed.
He chuckled, "I love it when you're frustrated."
I rolled my eyes, "you're changing the topic."
"Seriously," he grinned, "you're adorable."
I glared at him, "you're annoying."
"I know," he winked.
I sighed, realizing I could get nowhere by arguing with him. He would always somehow charm his way out of it.
He leaned into me, "how about we have a take two?"
I raised my eyebrows at him, "someone's eager."
He grabbed my hips and pressed my back against the bathtub. "Can you blame me?"
I licked my lips as he brought his lips to my ear, "I need you again."
Chills traveled everywhere through my body, "we're supposed to be getting clean."
"We've got plenty of time for that," he growled in my ear. "Did I mention that we don't actually have work today?"
"What?"
He brought his mouth to hover above mine, "I lied to get you out of bed."
I placed my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. "You said you never lie."
A wicked grin appeared on his face, "that was before I saw what you were capable of doing."
I bit my lip, "what if I say no?"
"You won't," he smiled confidently.
I sighed, he knew I couldn't say no. And I knew that I didn't want to. Clever shit.
"Only if you answer a question for me," I mumbled against his lips.
"Anything."
I opened my mouth to reply, even though I shouldn't ask him. I knew the answer. But something in me just had the urge to ask him.
"Am I your first?" I whispered.
He took a deep breath, as if that was the only question he was avoiding. His eyes trailed from my eyes to my lips, meaning that he was coming up with a distraction. Immediately, my stomach sank. I shouldn't have asked.
"No," he said below a whisper, but I heard him.
I looked down, pulling away from him slowly. I knew it.
"Hey," he whispered, "look at me."
I shook my head, "I have to go home."
He trapped me in between his arms, making sure I couldn't escape. "Baby."
"Zayn, I'm not feeling good," I said, avoiding eye contact with him.
My stomach actually was aching, because I knew my heart was sinking in there somewhere. I knew I shouldn't have asked, I knew I was going to regret it. It hurt a lot to know that he was my first but I wasn't his.
He pressed his forehead to mine, our noses touching. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."
I avoided looking into his eyes. He knew damn well that they were my weakness.
"When mum threw me out, for a while, I was in a bad state. I was an over drinker and had a couple of one night stands to get my mind off things," he admitted, making me want to punch myself for ruining the moment.
I felt his breath against mine. "Not that they meant anything."
I shut my eyes and he lifted my chin to meet his gaze. He pressed his lips to mine and it took every muscle in my body not to kiss him back. It was hard to do, but it worked once he finally pulled apart.
"I'm so sorry," he sighed. "But just to let you know, I don't even know any of their names."
I pursed my lips, refusing to reply.
"I never loved any of them like I love you," he whispered, digging his face into my neck.
I managed a low moan as he began to suck skin on my neck. This was also a part of his plan.
"They never made me feel like you do," he croaked, pressing his chest to mine.
I sucked in a breath as I felt his length against me, so close to me. But I still didn't reply. I would hold my ground.
"They never made me moan as loud as you do," he whispered seductively in my ear.
"Stop," I barely whimpered as his hands traced the sides of my body.
He slowly and gently slipped himself inside of me, making me gasp. I moaned loudly as he slowly began rocking me in the tub.
"None of them made me as happy as you do," he looked straight into my eyes as I moaned. "Not even close."
My back arched of the tub as he pushed deeper inside of me. This was his way of making me forgive him. And I hated to admit it, but it was working.
"Zayn, baby," I groaned as he moved fast.
He placed a kiss on my lips, "none of them made me as hard as you do."
I dug my nails into his hair, being extra careful with his back as my legs wrapped around his waist. He fully pressed me against the tub and pushed all the way inside of me, thrusting in and out slowly.
"Zaaaayynn," I moaned.
He threw his head back in pleasure but soon pressed his face back to mine. I bit my lips as he grunted against me, his eyes locked into mine the entire time.
"And even though I had sex with them," he spoke softly, "I only made love to you."
I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed his lips onto mine, not wanting anything more then to be able to steal his breaths. I tilted my head as he managed to move inside of me and kiss me. His hands grabbed the back of my neck as he allowed his tongue into my mouth, doing his job up there also.
Once we pulled our lips apart, breathless, I still couldn't quite catch my breath as he moved inside of me. He buried his face into my neck as he continued to move gently for a while longer.
"I'm sorry," he spoke quietly.
I ran my hands through his hair, not quite able to think straight. "It's fine darling."
He bucked his hips forward, "no it's not. I should've told you before."
I moaned before managing to say, "even if you did, we would still be where we are today."
He kissed my neck, "I doubt it."
"Don't," I ordered, "because I promise you, I don't care about your past. All that matters is now. All that matters is us. Okay?"
He grunted one last time before pulling himself out of me slowly and gently. I tugged on his hair, making sure that our eye contact doesn't break. He stared at me for a long time before leaning in and kissing me once again.
"You are going to drive me insane one day," he said.
I tilted my head, "why?"
"Because I never thought that I could fall this hard for someone."
***
"Tell me everything," Carlee spoke into the phone.
I was sitting on the stool of the kitchen counter as Zayn managed to make breakfast since I wasn't able to use my legs correctly. The phone was to my ear as I noticed as Zayn stared at me while stirring the pancakes.
"Everything?" I asked her.
Zayn smirked at me as he brought the bowl and whisk towards me. He set it in front of me as he took my phone and I grabbed the whisk.
"I'm sorry Carlee," Zayn smirked as he rested his elbows on the counter and his face in his hands. "But I'm afraid that information is classified."
I giggled while stirring the pancake, only imagining what Carlee's face must look like. Shock, maybe. She'd always thought I'd be one of those girls who'd wait till after marriage. Ten years after.
"Oh," Carlee said into the phone, probably not understanding. She was slow at times. "Well could you tell me what information is not classified?"
"Okay," Zayn spoke, "I brought her to my apartment, which was decorated in candles and rose petals and all that romantic jazz. I brought dinner and we ate it along with champagne. And lots of it."
"That's so cute!" Carlee squealed once Zayn put her on speaker phone.
"Wait, there's more," Zayn chuckled.
I hit his arm playfully, glaring at him. But he ignored me.
"Tell me, tell me," Carlee spoke eagerly.
"Guess who's name is now forever tattooed onto my bicep," Zayn proudly announced.
"No way," Carlee whispered. "No fucking way!" She now yelled.
I laughed and stood off the counter, trying my hardest not to fall because of my legs. I walked to the stove and started making the pancakes when I heard Carlee say, "Kat, you're one lucky asshole."
I giggled, "what about you? How was Valentine's Day with Drew?"
She sighed, "he got drunk and went wild. But he didn't kiss anyone else, luckily."
I heard Zayn laugh as he walked over to me, the phone still in his hand. "That stung," he said to her.
She giggled, "sorry Zayn. Anyways, other than the party, I had to keep Drew from throwing up in my car."
"Sounds like fun," I said as Zayn set the phone on the counter and grabbed my waist, turning me to face him. He pressed me against him and rest his forehead on mine.
"Oh you should've been there," she said sarcastically. "Anyways, what else did you and Zayn do?"
My eyes grew wide as Zayn chuckled against me. "We had a bit of fun of our own," Zayn mumbled on top of my lips.
I playfully hit his arm, hoping Carlee didn't hear. But I was wrong when Carlee said, "oh shit. Kat, you didn't."
I sighed as Zayn grinned, his mission accomplished. "Looks like I've got to go," I spoke to Carlee, "bye."
"No no no," she said. "I can't believe it! This is a huge peak for you!"
Zayn pressed his lips to mine softly as I reached over him and grabbed the phone from the counter. He pulled apart so I could say, "gotta go, bye Carlee."
"Kat!" She squealed as I hit end and threw the phone back on the counter only to have Zayn's lips pressed to mine again.
"Zayn," I mumbled into his mouth, pushing him away even though I didn't want to.
"Hmm," he hummed, his eyes shut in bliss.
"The pancakes are burning," I smiled as his eyes popped open and he hurriedly looked over at the pancake and flipped it over.
He turned back to me and shrugged, "what can I say? You're distracting."
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