When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

40; Sex, sheets, and karaoke

LOL OKAY BEFORE YOU START READING YES THIS IS THE SMUT CHAPTER AND I AM SO SORRY BC I CANNOT WRITE THAT SHIT TO SAVE MYSELF SO YOU'VE WAITED LIKE LITERALLY 100 CHAPTERS FOR THIS AND IM SO SORRY BC ITS SO SHIT BUT JUST PLS KNOW I AM SO AWKWARD WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING THIS STUFF LMAO OK SORRY BUT ENJOY.

-----CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT (BARELY)-------

Violet

 

The statement comes out more abrupt than I intend it to, and also more forward. I actually did not mean to say it at all.

Zayn just looks at me, mouth wide, eyes open. My heart is beating irrationally in my chest. No one says anything.

"Hey, guys!" Niall yells out suddenly, sticking his head through the door. "Avery and I are going to go out for a bit. We'll be back later, okay?"

My stomach flips. Fuck.

 

"What?" Zayn speaks, finally.

I don't know how to react. Do I lie? Cover it up? Pretend I said something else? What rhymes with sex? I want to get dressed with you? I want to see Tex with you? My hands are shaking and my body is numb. I can't lie. I can't because I meant what I said.

"Are you serious?" He says.

Then I do what I always do when I'm nervous, I don't shut up. "W-Well, y-you see, I don't know. Wait, of course. D-D-Did I say that? I d-don't know what I said. I'm v-very-"

"Violet, are you serious?" His voice is surprisingly calm in juxtaposition with mine.

I take a deep breath. "Zayn, I want to fuck you but I am damn freaking out."

His lips curl up into a smile and he moves closer towards me, closing the gap between us. He puts his hands on my arms, temporarily relaxing me. I don't know why I'm so nervous, this is Zayn. No one else. I've had his touch on my skin a countless amount of times, yet neither of those times could possibly compare to how I feel now.

"Would you like to come with me?" He says gently.

I'm in such a trance that I can't speak, so I stiffly nod. He slowly guides me inside the suite, past the lounge, past the kitchen, and then into our room.

He closes the door behind him and I lose all air to breathe.

"You're nervous," he observes.

"What? N-No, n-n-not really. It's just, um, well, i-it's just a little hot in here. A-Are you hot? I-"

"Violet, stop talking."

"O-Okay."

And suddenly, I start to cry.

"Babe?" Zayn rushes towards me, a worried expression on his face. If I felt like a dick before, I feel like even more of a dick now. Why am I crying? Wasn't this meant to happen during sex? Not before? God, what was wrong with me?

I expect him to do anything else but laugh, which he does. A small giggle escaping his lips as he holds me. "Aw, babe. Look at you, you're shaking."

He cups my face with his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears away from under my eyes. And he just looks at me with a look he's never given me before; a look that is so sincere and so gazing and completely serious. His eyes practically bore into my head like lasers, and I've never felt more comfortable with someone.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks me softly.

I nod slightly, my head still in his hands.