Sometimes It Happens ( In the process of being edited)

Part 5: My selfish ways

I feel jumping on the bed. I open my eyes and see Zayn jumping on the bed without a shirt on revealing his perfectly good abs. I pull Zayn's arm and he plops down next to me.

"Put a shirt on slut monkey!" I said in my tired voice.

"Slut monkey?" Zayn laughed. "What the hell?!" I laugh.

"That's what you are!" I said tiredly. Zayn laughed.

"Get up!" Zayn said in a happy voice. I grunted.

"Another hour!" I beg.

Zayn picked me up and jumped out of bed. He set me down and I run back to the bed, I lay on it. Zayn runs up to me and flips me over. He stands over me in the push up position.

"You gonna get up?" Zayn asked smiling. I shake my head and smile.

"Nope!" I said popping the p. Zayn sighed still smiling.

"I guess I will just have to tickle you!" I smile.

"No, no please!"

"Then get your ass up!" Zayn said in a sexy voice. I laugh then get very serious.

"No. The only way I'm getting up is if you get my lazy ass up!" Zayn starts tickling me. "No! No! I'm sorry!"

"Oh are you..." Zayn said as he stopped tickling me. 

"Yes yes I'm sorry!" I begged.

Zayn hugged my waist.

"Good." I put my hand on his cheek and he leans in. I get a little nervous, I get the feeling that he's going to kiss me. He moves in closer and I close my eyes not wanting to see what's going to happen next.

I feel soft lips against mine, they are kissing me. I kiss his lips back. He puts his hands on my neck and kisses me harder. At first, I like it but then, I get a feeling that it's my dad kissing me. I pull away and look into his eyes scared.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Zayn asked scared and confused. I put my hand on his cheek again and shake my head as tears fall down my cheeks.

"No. It's not you Zayn." I said in between sniffs.

"What is it then? You can tell me!" Zayn said in a helpful way.

"It's just." I sighed. "I-I get raped by my dad and he always kisses me." Zayn made a grossed out face. "When you kissed me, it reminded me of my dad."

"Then why do you keep going back home?" Zayn asked confused. I shrugged.

"That's my home. And, I have to take care of my mother." Zayn nodded his head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make the memories come back." Zayn said sorrily . I hug him tightly.

"It's okay." I kiss Zayn on the lips and hide the pain from him. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get some coffee. Zayn walks out and stands next to me, watching me get coffee.

"What do you wanna do?" Zayn asked smiling.

"Hummmm...." I think. 

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Author's note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been busy but I will catch up! Trust me! Thank you all for reading! Enjoy :) I know its short but its okay!