no hearts bound - z.m.

hour five

11:25 PM

Honey's head was leaned upon Zayn's shoulder, their fingers intertwined as smoke from the spliff slowly settled into the air.

"What made you want to own a record store?" Honey asked as her thumb grazed his ring clad knuckles.

He smiled at the small gesture before answering. "I just love music. I originally bought the shop because I wanted a place to play my songs and sell my own record collection."

"You sing? Like deadass sing, no SoundCloud rapper shit?"

Zayn laughed and shook his head. "SoundCloud rappers? Never that."

Honey rolled her eyes and playfully swatted him. Movements like this seemed to come natural for her around him. It was strange that she felt this comfortable around someone she didn't even know existed twenty four hours ago. "Well, excuse me for making sure! A lot of the guys I hang with called themselves artists, but are just internet rappers with garbage flows or are copycats off each other."

"It sounds like you're hanging around the wrong guys."

"I definitely am," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Kevin's a walking example."

It was quiet for a moment, and the tension in the room was palpable. If that kiss was any indication of their vibe together, Zayn couldn't wait to get out of this room.

"Wanna listen to some records?" He offered while getting up to walk over to the record player on the other side of the room. He shuffled through the small selection before picking up a vinyl in its plastic covering.

If Honey wasn't lying, she'll definitely fuck with the album I chose, Zayn thought as he placed the disk onto the turntable. Nevertheless, he was still nervous to play the track and had to talk himself into actually placing the needle on the vinyl record disk.

The sounds of Marvin Gaye perked Honey up and she sat up excitedly. "Oh wow, you weren't kidding when you said you had him in the back."

"Yeah, I love the old R&B classics," he admitted as 'You're All I Need to Get By' played softly from the old speakers of the record player. "This song reminds me of my parents."

"My mom and dad used to slow dance to this when I was a kid," she reminisced, a soft smile lingering on her lips as the memory danced across her thoughts. "I always wanted to dance like they did, that's my earliest memory of happiness."

Zayn stood up and extended his hand to Honey. He already knew what she needed, even if she didn't know it yet. When she sent him a funny glance, he just shook his hand until she rolled her eyes and placed her hand in his.

"We might as well take this chance to do what you never could before." Honey's eyes widened at his declaration but her breath caught in her throat as he slid his hand over her waist. His fingers skimmed the sliver of skin between her jeans and the corset she was wearing.

Pulling her close, he tucked his chin atop her head and he almost sighed with content when she tucked her head into the crook of his neck. He's rarely been this intimate with anyone, let alone someone he'd only met for a small time, and for some reason with Hanaan, it just felt.. right.

Zayn looked into her eyes and she could almost see to his soul that he held bare to her in that moment. Her amber eyes slowly trailed to his lips and she couldn't determine whether that was deliberate or she was that attracted to him that's she couldn't resist taking a peek.

The sexual tension was so strong, it was going to take more than a knife to cut through it.

The song changed to another one of Marvin's classics and Honey almost wanted to laugh at the irony.

"'Sexual Healing', huh?" She quipped with a chuckle. Zayn's cheeks turned red and he looked embarrassed as he changed the vinyl to the next track. Obviously he didn't make the track list, but he could feel the energy between them. It was palpable.

"Uh, sorry," he replied with a nervous chuckle. "You know those greatest hits albums. They always play songs out of order."

I Want You played next and Zayn groaned as Honey laughed some more. "You're just lucky 'Let's Get It On' didn't play next. I actually really like this song."

She swayed to the beat and spun in a sultry circle, which had Zayn following her every move.

"I want you the right way," she sung along with a teasing smile on her face as she watched him take steps towards her.

"Sing it again," he ordered huskily, making Honey's desire grow stronger and her panties wetter.

To torture him even further, she leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Want you to want me, baby..."

Hanaan didn't even realize what happened because everything occurred so rapidly, she barely had time to catch her breath. One second, she was leaning over Zayn, and the next second, she was trapped against the wall and underneath his body.

"Don't play with me Hanaan, because once you cross that line, I can't hold myself back," he warned huskily, his voice dropping to an all time low to convey his seriousness. The look in his eyes was earnest yet deep and soulful as he spoke to her. She had no doubt in her mind about him, and even if this was just one night that two strangers met and connected, she was going to take it for what it was.

So what if he looked at her like she was the only woman in the universe? So what if she's never met a single person like him in her entire existence?

Honey answered his warning with a heated kiss that broke all the rules he just made. She wanted him, but hell—he wanted her even more. He pulled her closer, his hands trailing to her neck to angle her head. Her hands delved under his t-shirt and her fingers felt the expanse of smooth skin he possessed underneath the fabric.

Her hands tugged it over his head and he separated momentarily to help her pull it off. Hanaan scanned his body and traced her fingers over his inked skin. Something about her touch slowed his movements and he felt vulnerable... yet alive. Seen, almost.

She chuckles, more so to herself. Her fingers trailed upwards till they reached his shoulders. "You're so handsome, I'm wondering if this is a dream."

Now it was his fingers that came up to intertwine them with her own. "I don't feel real?"

All she could do was nod as he moved closer again. "You do. You feel more than real. I just felt like you... touched me in a way I've never felt before. But not in a physical way, but instead another level."

"And what do you feel now?"

"I feel like I want you." She gazed up at him through her eyelashes, and the face she gave him was enough for blood to rush out of his head. "All of you."

Zayn saw her hands reach behind her back and slowly untie her corset. It felt like she was teasing him with her movements. His breathing slowed and all he could do was tantalizingly rake his eyes up her body. He dragged his tongue across his lips and let out a shaky breath.

Her clothes pooled at her feet and she took slow, but steady strides forward to meet him where he stood. Now, they were really together, chest against chest, staring deeply into each other's essence.

"You can have me then," Zayn murmured, and instantly... their lips and fate was sealed.

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a/n: yeah this will finally be finished this Valentine's Day lmaoooo

there's only like two parts left and I'm dedicating this week to completing it. if you still have this in your library or if you're new here, thank you and welcome. :)

if you know me and my sporadic, crazy ass updating timelines... I love you to infinity and beyond and I think you for putting up w me

-Rachel