"Want to come over to my place today?" Zayn asked, staring down at my legs. I loved the fact that he was paying attention to me but I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in my short skirt.
"Sure," I said, trying not to sound shy. Zayn smiled and I felt normal again as he lead me away from my house.
It turns out that Zayn lived in a mansion.
"Woah," I mouthed. He chuckled lightly.
"Come on," Zayn said, tugging on my arm.
Zayn took me up to his room and I sat me down at the edge of his bed.
"I'll be right back," he said, going into the bathroom.
I took the chance to look around his room. The walls were covered with band posters and half naked girls.
So this is what Zayn likes, I thought. I suddenly wanted to be like one of those girls, I wanted Zayn to want me.
I was feeling curious and Zayn still hadn't come out from the bathroom. I quietly went over to his desk and started going through his drawers. On top was normal stuff, pens, scrap pieces of paper and trash. I don't know what I was looking for, but I kept digging through the mess anyways. Deeper down, I found some condoms, and some weed. I gasped a little when I heard the bathroom door open behind me. I tirned quickly, accidentally slamming the drawer.
"Find what you were lookin for?" Zayn smirked.
"Oh I wasn't, looking for, I wasn't," I stuttered awkwardly.
"It's okay," he said cooly, striding towards a me. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his body was even more toned than I thought.
My heart was pounding in my ears and my knees felt weak. Zayn was bad, I knew that, but he was so irresistible and breathtaking.
Zayn lifted my chin and stared at me with his giant brown eyes.
"Are you afraid?" he asked. What was happening? Should I be afraid? I hadn't even had my first kiss yet!
"No," I said. Zayn smiled before dipping his head to kiss me. His lips met mine and I felt a wave of heat flow through my veins. His eyelashes were brushing against my cheek as he kissed me. He began to kiss my neck and his hands trailed up my leg.
Then I stopped him. He looked confused for a moment and tried to go back to what he was doing.
"No, nope, nope, not, not okay," I said, backing up.
"What's wrong," Zayn asked, though he didn't sound concerned at all. He sounded angry.
"I can't do this, I'm not ready," I told him. He was still reaching for my waist.
"Stop!" I snapped.
"God, you're so annoying!" His words stung. "I wasn't even doing anything! I just wanted some sex!"
"Who do you think I am? I have feelings, I'm not your little toy," I yelled, storming out of his house. He didn't even come after me, he just sucked his teeth.
"Forget you," he said.
I was too mad to cry as I walked home alone. The school bus was passing by my street and I got a good look inside. Harry was there, watching me curiously.
He got off the bus on my corner, even though his street was a little ways down. I slowed my pace so he could catch up.
Harry's POV
"What's wrong?" I asked. Nicole stopped walking and turned to face me. She didn't say anything, just have me a sad look.
"Zayn, Zayn's what's wrong," she finally said. I tried to put my arm around her to comfort her, but she took a step back.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to-," I started to say when she threw her arms around my neck and broke down.
"Why do I love him?" she sobbed. "Why? He's trouble! It's all my fault!"
"It's not your fault. Don't waste your time on him. He's bad for you," I told her, finding it hard to say the right things.
"Then why do I feel like this?"
"You don't deserve this Nicole. You're too good for him. You deserve so much more," I said, holding her even closer to my chest.
I couldn't help but notice that her hair smelled like roses and she even looked pretty when she cried.
I wished I could stay like this with her, comforting her and making her feel beautiful and special and everything that she was. I wish I was brave enough to tell her how I felt.
