The secret of my life

IV

I sat outside on the porch and took my cigarette box out of my pocket.  I took out a thread and then put it between my lips and lit it."Did you seriously let her go alone? How many times has she been to London? Three times?  You could take it a little back from your stubbornness" Zayn's voice came from inside and something clicked on the marble kitchen island "Smoke a cigarette would be good"that was the final word and then silence settled over the house again.

Moments later, the door behind me opened.  Zayn just sat down next to me, took the lighter, what I dropped in my lap and then lit a cigarette. Sitting in silence side by side, we sucked in the nicotine."I guess I like your warlike personality," he said, watching the landscape. I smiled but didn't answer."You're crazy," I said after some silence."I know," he laughed.

Then I looked up at him and that was when I realized how close the boy was to me.  The other thing I noticed at the time was that Zayn might have been looking out since he came out.  He would look back from my eyes to my lips.  I felt like he was going to kiss me, so I licked my lips from a sudden reaction.  He put his hand behind my back, leaned closer and then pressed his hot soft lips against mine.  He waited for a few moments, because of my reaction, and then when my opposition didn't, he started moving his lips.  I reached carefully between his silky locks.  I felt warmth filled my body thanks to his hot lips.

"Khm," a voice came over our heads.  I was scared we flew apart.  I looked up in fear and calmed down a bit when I saw Harry standing above us.  I suppressed the already burning cigarette in my hand, then pleaded up to look at the boy I loved as my brother."Please don't tell him," I asked."I don't want to cover it any further.  Even since Zayn came out just sitting outside on the patio and watching the woods.  Pure scary! "He explained," but I demand an explanation! "He pointed his finger."How much do you know?" Zayn asked."Li introduced me to everything he knows, this morning he said he saw you two dancing together and kissing yesterday," he said as he sat across from us so we formed a triangle toward the door."Actually, you know everything.  We'll discuss the rest," Zayn said."Malik, you would be glad you can talk to me," Harry snapped."Calm down, Styles," the boy sitting next to me shrugged."I should go to the hotel for clothes, for me and Lott," I broke the wolf's eye between the two boys.  Knowing them, they probably discussed something like that."I'll drop you," Zayn snapped."Until then, I'll chat with your brother, if he feels like talking" Harry stood up."Yeah, and if you happen to come together, which Malik strongly recommends not to do, I'll stand by you, "he said before entering."I'll get a key," Zayn shook his head.

I just sighed and gathered my thoughts.  A few minutes before that, I was kissing one of my brother's best friends.  Good heavens, if he finds out, he's sure to believe that we slept together.  I bury my sore face in my frozen hands.  I almost still tremble into Zayn's kiss.  My lips tingled and my stomach was still a noose.  I wanted to feel again the way he's soft hot lips were gently taking care not to accidentally crush my lips.  Were our kisses last night like that?  If so, why don't I remember them?  Because if they were, I should remember.  How does he feels?  Although it probably doesn't mean anything to him. His lips don't tingle and he doesn't want to kiss me again, as he treated me so loosely in the morning, and he didn't seem to be very excited about it now, but then why did he kiss me ?  He's probably done it with a lot of girls already.  And he hooks up with them and  with me not just because I'm Louis' sister.I presumably looked up at Zayn with a look of despair, though as he stepped out the door, his face scanned with a slightly anxious look."What's wrong?" He asked, stepping closer and grabbing my hand.  "I'm here and everything's okay?" He looked at me.  I slowly raised my head to look into his eyes.  There was a one-sided smile on his lips, which was encouraging to me at that moment."All right," I nodded. "Come on, let's go," he threw his arm over my shoulder, pulling me to the only car in the driveway.  Probably the boys' other cars were resting in the deep garage.

This arm-to-shoulder thing was a habit among the boys.  Wherever we went out some kind of arms around me indicated that I did belong to 1D and everyone could take their eyes off me, but this was done by all theris sisters.  I usually had Lou or Harry who "took care" of me except when they weren't just lovingly andalog, that's when Zayn took on this role, so it wasn't unusual between the two of us.  I still felt weird now.

Arriving at the car, he opened the door for me and waited for me to get in, closed the door, then went over to the other side and slammed into me. "Which hotel?" He asked as he picked up his phone to enter the address into the GPS. "Amba"over me simply . "Grosvenor?" He looked at me. "Uhum," I nodded. "Uh Lou made up for you," he said as he struck the address. "I always tell him we don't need such an expensive hotel and we're in a guest room, but it's always the same answer, 'You're my sisters, you deserve the best, and believe me you don't want to spend the night with us,'" I explained, quoting my brother. "In the last one , I agree.  They are loud, as very much, "he grimaced, probably recalling a memory. "I don't know when Harry had a Christmas break with us last year,they were calm" I said, looking at the boy.  His hand slid from the shift to my thigh. "You're lucky!" He snapped as he began to stroke me.  I carefully put my hand on his belt and then put it back on the transmission. "Bry calm down now," he asked, probably feeling that I was tense, my thighs tense under his touch.  "Just enjoy!"  He reached for my leg again. "Zayn, please don't play with me," I looked at him.  We were just stopping at a red light so he turned to me. "Where the hell did you get me to play with you?" He asked back in suffocated calm.  I closed my eyes and tried to put together a meaningful sentence. "I just know what Lou was like before Harry," I said at last. "We've chicked together a lot of times, but that doesn't mean I'm just playing with every girl," a look into my eyes turned back to the road and set off.

A few moments later when he calmed down he put his left hand on my thigh.  He gently stroked me while we got into the downtown traffic jam.  I just silently enjoyed the soft movements of his almost hot hand.  The cars were moving in steps.  I was happy when we finally arrived.  I put on my hood and then looked at Zayn. "I didn't bring sunglasses," I said, a little panicked.  I didn't even want to explain to Lou why the internet is full of us. "There must be one here," he said as he mumbled in the glove box, "Ahh here, too," he said.  I put it on, then smoothed my hair under my hood, pulled my coat together. "Come on," he said.  I climbed out and we headed for the building.

We went to the reception with our heads down. "How can I help?" She asked. "Two rooms are called Tomlinson, I want the keys to 15," I told her. "It's named Louis Tomlinson,Sir  please show me your ID," she explained without looking up.  I put my card on the counter. "Miss Tomlinson, Mr. Tomlinson called us yesterday to cancel and take the suitcases to a certain address," she said.  I swallowed one and the woman did not say where. "Would you tell me where?" And then I realized that Zayn had grabbed my hand in the meantime and clasped our fingers together and was now soothingly stroking me with his thumb.  The woman finally dictated the address and I looked questioningly at the guy next to me to see if this meant to him anything .

He nodded and then thanked the girl for help, and we went back to the car with our heads down."He took it to us.  I just don't understand that Harry can't know, "he shook his head.  He started the car and my phone started ringing for me.  I knew from the ringtone that Harry was calling. "Hi," I picked up the phone. "Hello!  When I left you I didn't know, and since then I've managed to get to the point where you tell me, and your luggage has arrived, so come home, "he explained," That's all I wanted" "I just don't understand why you didn't say that," I sighed. "Neither do I, come on, kisses," he said without waiting for my answer.

" He must have known," the boy sitting next to me snapped.  I turned towards him and then I realized that for minutes we were just flying the car. "Uhm can I ask you something?" He said in his voice that he was embarrassed.  I nodded faintly and waited for the question. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, accompanied by a one-sided smile.  I waited until he raised his chocolate brown eyes on me.  As our eyes met, he leaned closer, until our noses touched.  I smiled before he kissed me.  His left hand touched my face almost immediately and began caressing the surface of the skin under his thumb.  It was a reassuring feeling as his soft lips played with mine, his hot hands resting on my face, and the way he caressed me softly.  He got the thoughts racing out of my head and I could only pay attention to one thing and it was him.