Back and Forth

Chapter Seven

   "Where were you!?" Zayn yells as soon as I walk into the door.

   I ignore him and walk up stairs. He wants to yell at me for not knowing where I was, yet he was gone since yesterday when he stormed out. I had no clue where he was or when he was going to be home. I'm use to it though, so I just had to shake it off.   

   "Why aren't you answering me?" he follows me up the stairs.

   I walk into our room, shutting and locking the door.  I know I'll end up crying if I talk to him and I don't want that. I don't want to be that sad pathetic girlfriend that always cries. The one where she needs her boyfriend all the time.

   "C'mon Kasie!" he yells as he bangs on the door. "Open up!"

   I ignore him again and sit on the bed. I just wish things in life could be simpler and easier like when I first met Zayn. He was so sweet and loving. He never yelled, or stayed out at night. He never flirted with another girl or cheated on me. We were both just happily in love.

   Now all we do is yell and hurt each other. It's as if we don't even love eachother. If it wasn't for the occasional "I love you" I would think we weren't in love. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that he loves me.

   "Open the door Kasie or I'll bust it open!" He screams banging on the door harder. I take in a few deep breaths before opening the door.

   "What?" I sniff and turn around to sit on the bed again.

   "What's wrong?" he asks a lot calmer now.

   "Nothing," I mumble and grab a pillow to rest on my lap.

   "Look," he sighs. "I am sorry that I freaked out yesterday and didn't come home. I was just mad that you talked to a reporter."

   "Zayn I-"

   "Shh," he gently hushes me. "I don't want to argue, we have to start getting ready to go to the going away party." He leans in and pecks my lips. I sigh deciding I should just forgive him and put this behind us.

   "Do we really have to go?" I ask and before he could answer I connect my lips with his.

   "That's not fair," he groans when he pulls away from me after a few minutes of us just kissing.

   "We could stay home and do things," I bite my lip trying to be seductive.

   Zayn let's out a rough moan and pins me to the bed. I smirk as he begins kissing my neck.  I tug on the hem of his shirt and he helps me take it off him. My shirt is next to come off and I attach my lips to his. His hands travel down my sides and to the buttons on my jeans. He slides my jeans off and I pull my head away from his when his fingers slip under my panties.

   His finger rub my most vulnerable area and I can't stop the moans that escape my mouth. I tug at his jeans, wanting to feel him inside me. He helps me takes them off and I pull his boxers down. I run my hand up and down his shaft, ready for him to enter me.

   "Please Zayn," I beg him.

   "You want me?" he breathes, kissing my breast.

   "Yes," I nod, hastily.

   "What do you want me to do?" he asks, his fingers moving fast against me.

   "Make love to me," I tell him and it's comes out as desperate plead.

   "As you wish, my love," he smirks and thrusts into me.

....

   "You ready?" Zayn kisses my cheek before slipping on his blazer.