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Chapter twenty-one

19:23

I've rested the whole afternoon after he had told me about himself. The conversation itself was weird yes, but somehow I had an insight of his life. Still there were many things I didn't understand about him. As I thought about it earlier I will not try to solve this enigma, I have been through enough lately.

Zayn was still sitting on the couch, it seemed like he finished his supposed to be work because he relaxed and was smoking a cigarette, while playing with his black skinnies. Crumbs of cupcakes were on the table, he had devoured them all.

I've taken a bath trying to feel better, now I was sitting on a sofa chair playing with my hair or the big sweater paws. It was warm in this house so I wore some jean shorts to not feel so restricted.

"Bambi." he demands my attention and I was already looking at him but my mind wasn't here. "I've been calling you for minutes. Stop staring and listen to me." he calmly told me. Just great, his already inflamed ego is bigger now.

"It wasn't intentional." I retort quietly.

"What's wrong with you? Is this how you always are?" he asked confused. Why does he care?

Huffing annoyed I don't answer and I stand up making my way upstairs.

Just as I arrived upstairs I heard him follow me.

"Olivia." he rasped. My breathing hitched at the way he called my name stopping me dead on my tracks... with a light hint of desperation.

I turn around slowly to be met with his intense stare. We weren't far, him on the last stair as I am on the hall upstairs.

"You did very well yesterday." he murmured all of sudden softly, then while he bites down his lip he strides to me. What?

Once in front of me his finger tips touch my thigh, eyes scanning over my face and I bet he hears my deep intake of breath while I press myself on the wall to elude him. He smirked as he leans to me until he's a breath away, eyes pouring to mine. Brown meets blue.

"You didn't know that I'm already aware what my touch-"

Stunned and embarrassed I quickly press my hand to his lips to not let him say that and to my utter embarrassment he laughs under the palm of my hand. I should have known the reason he came after me isn't in good intention.

Slowly he puts my hand away with that growing cocky smirk, his other hand still touching my thigh now his hand laying flat onto it and I can't prevent myself from my uneven breaths, red cheeks, his forehead is still touching mine. Both of his hands rose to cup my face, he presses his lips to mine, pecks me slow then gives me a bruising kiss before closing his lips, I barely kiss back.

Pulling a little away he rasped, "Because of how yesterday went we'll go out." he told me softly his lips still touching mine then I turn my head to hide myself, I feel tears prickling my eyes. Why do we keep kissing each other?

"Hmm?" he asked then pecked my cheek. Instead of telling him to stop getting so clingy, which I'm sure would make him mad, I find myself asking, "Where?" as a whisper.

Turning my head to him, he gazes at me and caresses the outline my lips with his thumb, his eyes trained on the gesture before he's looking at my eyes, "At Liam's."

When he saw my displeased expression he laughed and I smile shyly without intending to. What's wrong with us?

"I think you'll like it because you will meet someone who'll explain to you everything you need to know about the way we live, Liv." he explained and with a heavy sigh he kissed me a last time and I have long memorized their texture and how soft they are. He pulls away so quickly I couldn't do anything before he leaves with a cheeky smile.