That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 57

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~Ray~
I woke up, all hot and sweaty, a heavy arm draped over all my body, my back against a firm chest. Zayn's warm breath hit my back, his scruff tickled the nape of my neck. His face was tucked into the back of my neck and his body was sticking to mine. I wanted to take his hand off me but I didn't, because.. just because. I rolled over in his arms in faced him as his face scrunched a bit at being disturbed. I stared at him, taking in and memorising his flawless features, wondering how a guy could be this enchanting. My mind reminded everything that had happened between us, taking to the times we were forced to do something together. The time we were forced to date each other, kiss each other.

God, I was embarrassed by that awkward first kiss.

What if I was with Dylan before I met Zayn? What if Dylan and I were together? What if I hadn't met Zayn?

These were honest questions with no answers and I would like to think that I didn't need them. I didn't need these questions to be answered.

Certain things never happened to certain people how much ever they wished it did. It was because, they deserved better. Something so much better. Something's that's the best.

And Zayn was my best.

"Creeper." Zayn grinned with his eyes shut and I jumped slightly because he spoke so suddenly.

"What?" I asked and he opened one of his eyes, peeking at me.

"You were staring!" He stated, proudly and I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"I wasn't-" I stopped myself and and leaned over him, "I actually was. Do you have a problem?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Zayn simply shook his head and pulled me closer to him, out lips barely apart. I closed my eyes, anticipating the tan boy's lips on mine, only to never have them. I opened my eyes and looked at Zayn who was already looking at me with a worried look.

"What's wrong?" I asked, tracing and running my fingers along his hairline.

"Last night-"

I moved forward and quickly pressed my lips to his. "I remember last night. I was just tipsy, Zayn, not hammered," I told him, against his lips. Zayn suddenly flipped me over and hovered over me. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a gentle smile.

"I'm so-"

He crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me with passion. I gasped at his sudden move and he made use of it to slide his tongue into my mouth exploring it as much as he could.

"I love you," he whispered, pecking me on my lips again.

"I know," I said, pushing him flush against my body.

"Do you? I would like to show it, rather," he said, smirking lopsidedly.

"I think you'd rather not?" I retorted, trying to push him away, playfully.

"Oh, yeah?"

"God, Zayn, you're so horny," I gaped at him. Leave it to him to be suggestive.

He laughed and got off me, swinging his legs across the bed and stretching his body. His toned abs, his lean arms, his chiselled torso. Okay.. wow.

Before I even knew, Zayn was crouched over me, his hands moving to push my lower jaw up.

"Gaping much?" He teased me and slowly started walking off. I took a breathe of relief. His closeness was never good for me.

"Hey, Zayn?" He turned around, giving me that goofy smile.

Adorable.

"About last night," I started,gulping a bit. Zayn tensed but nodded, letting me know he was listening.