Unfaithful

I'm Not The Only One {Two}

Unfaithful {Two} I'm Not The Only One

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I wrapped my arms around Zayn's neck, while he was busy making love bites on mine. His hands roaming my body.

"Fuck," I moaned loudly while Zayn continued thrusting. We've been going at this for hours. "Zayn." I tilted my head back giving him more access. I wanted him. I needed him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he breathed heavily going to kiss my lips. I kissed him back while he hit my sweet spot. I let out a whimper, I was getting sore but I didn't want to stop.

He moved to where he was on his knees thrusting, he moved one of my legs to where it wrapped around his waist. It let him go deeper and I let out a girlish moan arching my back off the bed.

"I'm gonna..." he finished off cumming inside the condom, pulling out. I whimpered at the loss, letting him throw the condom away, and getting something to wash us both off. He did wiping my stomach off.

He tossed the cloth in the garbage. I rolled onto my side, looking him in the eyes. His brown with a hint of a bright amber. I smiled kissing his lips because I can.

He chuckled grabbing my waist pulling me closer to where we were chest to chest. I giggled when he kissed my neck. I loved the way he did that. But so did, Niall.

I put my hand on his shoulder, pushing him away gently. "What's wrong?" He looked at me with those gentle eyes, I fell in love with.

"I just feel bad," he exhaled getting out of bed, getting his gray sweatpants putting them on. He began walking out the room. "Zayn?" I called after him, "Zayn?!"

"If you feel so bad, go back to him." He walked out the room, I laid back on the bed with a loud sigh. I didn't know what I wanted.

I knew Zayn loved me, that was clear.

I knew Niall loved me, that was so fucking obvious.

But me, I loved them both and that was fucking selfish of me. Because, if I did then I would let one of them go. I don't understand why they both just didn't leave me if they knew what was happening.

I picked out some clothes, I had at his house. I walked out of the room, seeing Zayn sitting on the sofa. He was flipping through the channels, he didn't look at me.

I sat next to him, cuddling into his side making him pay attention to me. He sighed wrapping an arm around my waist, "you have me so fucked up." I giggled kissing his cheek.

"I love you so much, though." I looked at him, his eyes gleaming at me.

"I love you, too," he kissed the top of my head. "Now, what do you want to watch?" I looked down, and by down  I mean, that area.

Zayn didn't put on boxers and he knew what gray sweatpants did. "Something scary," he looked at me raising an eyebrow. He knew I didn't like scary movies. I just wanted an extra reason to cuddle up to him.

"Li, you don't like scary movies," he opened Netflix going to the scary movie section. He knew me like a book. He knew me like a book from word to word, page by page, cover to cover. People pray to meet someone like that.

"I know." I nodded my head, ignoring his questions or remarks as to why. I just wanted to be close to him. 

I wanted to be close to Niall also. I wanted him to hold me too. I wanted the two best guys, I ever met at the same time. Why?

Because, we all want things, we can't have.

(638 Words)

❤️Author's Note❤️

I literally did most of this chapter now... oh.