Bloom

Chapter-11

Stella

Zayn.
Zayn.
Zayn.
Zayn.
Zayn.
Zayn fucking Giovanni and his lips. That's all I think about throughout my drive to University. I park my car in one of the multiple vacant spots of the parking lot, since I'm early there are no cars or kids in sight. I'm making my way out when a black Cadillac catches my eye. The exterior is absolutely breathtaking and intimidating. Gorgeous at best, the low sleek model and the sexy shape, not a hint of sratches on the black shiny coat. It is love at first sight, the urge to feel it and have a peek of it's interior is ripping my insides.

That's when I feel a firm grip on the back of my neck where goosebumps rise immediately. A heated body presses against my back and heavy breaths fan across my ear. "I know you think of me too." That voice. A voice I yearned for and the words that it utters. He thinks of me too?

I turn around in a flash, met with Zayn's hazel eyes clouded with eagerness. My pulse quickens as I stare at his lips while chewing on my own.

"Stella?" My name rolls off his tongue like honey, I could hear it in a loop forever. He notices my eyes gauging out gawking at his lips and a slightly amused smirk slides onto his perfect mouth.

I'm still trying to digest the fact that Zayn is in front of me and the undeniable truth is that I can't take it anymore without touching him. It's like he's a magnet and I'm drawn to him from every and any corner of the world. I try to stabilise my miserable condition of wanting something more than him standing a few feet away from me. The eye contest we are continually having only makes the whole situation worse.

"Zayn" I finally acknowledge him. His smirk peels away and the dark shadow brings itself to life on his face. His jaw twitches and he seems to be growing impatient.

I battle against my urges before they can consume me and decide to walk away. Just as turn on my heel like the other day Zayn's fingers find my wrist and lock around it. All the bottled up desire and hate come to life as his skin touches mine. With him it's like playing with fire, one second I'm burning the next I'm running away.

"Where do you think you're going?" His question is threatening, goosebumps rise all over me. So I decide to change the topic.

"I was thinking we could like- you know? Hangout sometime?" I peek over his shoulder, looking at an empty route, the black Cadillac long gone. Real smooth, Stella. Real smooth. Changing the topic doesn't mean you invite him to have study sessions together. So much for changing the topic.

He looks at me straight in the eye, they give up nothing this time. Blank and tired. It's now that I see the pool of darkness under his eyes from loss of sleep and his wrinkled clothes. He's been miserable.

"You haven't said a word to me since, why?" Agitation clear in his voice, "That day you couldn't keep your mouth shut!"

Oh fuck him. I was a fool to be attracted to such a double-faced douche in the first place. Before I am able to make a sharp remark, his voice hits like music my to ears, "You know what? Fuck playing nice to each other," he grabs me by my hips and pulls me in an inch away from his lips, "I craved this for way too long to wait a second more." That sentence only could make me fall prey to his games and it did.

His lips coming landing onto mine and set fireworks off in my belly. I shut my eyes and open my mouth, his lips part and they move along mine. A shot of butterflies drops striking in my belly. I'm on fire, the whole feeling is so heavenly and magical, like I'm on a cloud. His warm mouth tastes like mint and alcohol dissolving in me as his strong hand wrap around my waist, I shiver, his touch is electric, he pulls me tighter towards him for our bodies to touch and a dizzy sensation surges through my veins. He adds his tongue to the kiss earning a groan, my body is driven by need and passion as I place both my hands on the back if his neck, I can feel his uneven breathing under my chest. I'm unable to stand so much heat and desire, it's too overwhelming, my hormones are drugged by him. My heels lift of the ground as I balance on my toes to acquire a deeper angle. I start kissing him harder, our tongues collide, equally dominant. "Zayn," I breathe.

His hands slide across my lower back and latch onto my ass when the realization hits me, I'm making out with someone I hate and who I merely know in a freaking parking lot. Oh my god, panic swirls in my mind, what was I thinking? Oh my god, Stella you are the dumbest of all creatures. I shove at his chest breaking our kiss. He looks somewhat shocked and ecstatic, his expression is unreadable. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" I feel the need to give him an explanation for such an explicitly wrong attempt but bile is rising up my throat, I might throw up any minute now, I loathe myself so much for kissing him and not standing up for myself. Damn me, there is no other choice since my immunity to him and energy is wrecked.

"Some place other than a parking lot next time, perhaps?" He chuckles under his breath at my flushed skin.

He walks away with a slight grin with a few tense lines gracing his forehead, leaving me hot and bothered. I catch a long breath and rid myself of all the need still left to be fulfilled.

I search my surrounding to calculate how shameful I should feel if anyone encountered us like that, but the lot is empty of any people. So, I run for hill before someone catches me.

Locking the restroom stall, I grasp for breath, what the actual hell just happened? That wasn't me kissing the most hateful person I know passionately, having the most intimate moment of my life. As much as I try to flush the image and embarrassment out, the feeling of his lips on mine finds its way back, my cheeks turn a deep shade of red as my pupils dilate and goosebumps rise all over my skin. I have never kissed anyone like that before and still it wasn't enough. Oh my god! I actually liked kissing him and it must be the most normal, mundane and frequent thing that happened to him, unlike me, he would forget about it. But this was a huge massive deal for me, I touch my quivering swollen lips with trembling fingers, a faint glimmer of his recent presence is evident, my tongue tingles as I swallow the residue of his taste.

As a measure to calm myself, I practice deep breathing when my eyes land on the time on the Lock Screen of my phone.  "Shitshitshitshitshit." I'm late for class.

I run through the long corridors and enter breathless into the classroom. All eyes settle on me. The professor gives me a disappointed shake of his head. I quickly take a seat and my mind is automatically diverted to Zayn, of how he gave me a sliver of hope by mentioning a next time.

.....

Later at night, I assure myself that it was just a kiss and I definitely don't want to do it again. Pushing myself not to think about him, I persuade yours-pea-brained-truly about getting carried away and that I actually don't have any feeling for him or that the kiss meant anything. People kiss all the time, don't they? I turn the lights off pretending as if everything is normal, when my world has turned upside down. This intriguingly hot yet rude boy has my mind and body bewitched. I'm attracted to him in all ways humanly known, the need of unraveling the demons behind those potent godlike limbs and what lies in the depths of those ocean eyes, is eating me alive. I'm fatal in front of him, the coldness of his harsh tone freezes me and the warmth of his touch pulls me towards him.

I'm a mess, I seriously need to pull myself together and avoiding him at all costs will be best for my health, that is only if and for how long my body allows to stay away from him and by what I'm guessing it won't be minute before I find myself kissing him again. No, no, no! stop thinking about kissing him. Again. For the thousandth time Stella, he is the type to steer clear of, stop thinking about him.

Shuffling under the covers, his face creeps up in my mind yet again. No amount of constricting thoughts or self preservation will keep him away from. Might as well just give in. I close my eyes, but sleep doesn't call for me tonight, his voice, his hands, his lips call for me, yearn for me. I imagine him under my sheets, his lips in places forbidden. That's how night falls for me these days.