'Till forever h.s.

Betrayal (40)

Who's that shadow holding me hostage?
I've been here for days

Stockholm syndrome by One Direction

A/N: Remember Z and Vina's little incident I mentioned? Well here it is.

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Paint me as a villain

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Zayn's POV

My fingers tapped mindlessly against my thigh as I waited for her to come back from the toilet. The summer heat of Milan wasn't doing any justice to the fire burning on my throat, my anxious nerves palpitating as sweat trickled down my temple. The tension of today hadn't helped one bit, the whole day filled with stolen and lingering glances.

We were in Italy for the weekend, for Davina's 18th birthday. Me and my girlfriend were on a break and Vina thought it would be a good idea to bring me with her and just relax. I also thought it was an awesome idea until we got to the hotel. She's been inside that toilet for 15 fucking minutes now and I'm starting to worry.

I sat on her bed, shirtless because of the heat, messing with anything I could find in my hands to stop devious thoughts from surfacing my mind. Fuck, why am I thinking about this. I've never thought of Davina this way, so what is happening?

The sound of the bathroom door opening interrupts my thoughts, I look up just in time to see her walking out. Her eyes immediately met mine, a dark and drunken look had completely taken over them and I could almost feel my breath get hitched on my throat.

I couldn't help it, my eyes running over her figure and all the color rushing to my cheeks. She wore a red two piece only, hair cascading down her shoulders and sweat coaxed her whole tanned skin, giving it a glow of its own.

I look back up with my mouth slightly parted, my heart beating faster than it ever has, only to see she was also running her eyes over my body. Taking slow steps towards me until she's standing between my parted legs and I simply can't move, her eyes meeting mine once more.

"Tell me what you want from me,"  I whisper up at her, feeling my hands lightly shake so I hide them behind me. Davina slowly lowers herself until she's almost crawling on top of me, I fall to my elbows as she settles on my lap.

Her face was so close to mine, I could still smell the alcohol from earlier on her breath. Her eyes switched from my own to my lips frantically, her soft hand running down my chest and causing me to gasp in reflex. 

"Make me feel good," Davina whispers back, her lips brushing mine and causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. Shit I won't survive this. Why is it so wrong but feels so right?

I don't waste any more time, soon enough our pants were the only source of noise in the room. The red swimming suit discarded on the floor alongside my trousers, long forgotten about. My fingers intertwined with hers over our heads as my body moved with a life of its own, entertaining myself with the way her legs wrapped around my hips. The sweat covering my body wasn't only from the unbearable Italian heat, my head trying to memorize every feeling knowing this would never happen again.

Only the week after, me and my girlfriend worked things out. Vina and I promised to never speak about it again. I was high and she was drunk, and even though we were both aware of what we were doing, it shouldn't happen again. We didn't have to talk about it-