Left with the Baby. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Treehouse

FLASH BACK- Marley's P.O.V

"We shouldn't be doing this Zayn!" I told him as we climbed into his car.

Zayn rolled his eyes at me. "Babe, don't worry. Nobody will catch us!"

I crossed my arms and continued to look out the window.

"My mum will kill me if she finds out I'm skiving from school." I mumbled.

I was annoyed at Zayn for making me ditch school, yet at the same time I was filled with adrenaline. The thrill of rebelling running through my veins.

"She'll never find out, what's there to worry about?" Zayn asked.

He was right. Zayn had done this so many times and never got caught. I should trust him, I mean he's my boyfriend. He wouldn't let me get in trouble.

"Okay, can you at least tell me where we are going?" I questioned.

The car suddenly stopped at the side of a deserted road. We were on top of a hill, in the middle of nowhere.

"Here." Zayn stated while getting out the car and jogging to my side, he opened it and placed his hand in mine, gently pulling me out.

I looked around for something, anything. "There's nothing here but trees and grass!" I argued.

"Really Marley? You don't even realise where we are?" Zayn asked, a hurt expression on his face.

And then it dawned on me. This was the exact hill where a year ago today Zayn kissed me. The day he admitted his feelings towards me. We were standing in the same place where it all happened.

"I remember." I said quietly.

Zayn's arms wrapped around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his breath tickling my neck.

"Happy one year anniversary." He whispered into my ear.

"I love you." I whispered back.

"Turn around." Zayn told me while letting go of my waist.

I slowly turned my body, only to be confused what I was supposed to be looking at.

"Look up." Zayn told me.

I glanced upwards expecting to see a bird or something, but what was in front of me really did surprise me.

"Since when was there a tree house here?" I asked Zayn.

"Since a few days ago, me and the guys built it for you. It's our tree-house now." Zayn whispered into my ear.

My inner child got the better of me as I ran towards the built in ladder on the tree trunk. My feet found there way onto each step as my hands pulled me up. I wasn't even worried about my fear of heights right now, all I wanted to do was get in there.

I climbed onto the wooden balcony part and stood up. I had an even better view over the city then I did on the ground.

"Go inside!" Zayn yelled.

I placed my hand on the doorknob and pushed it open, I had to bend down to get through the doorway, but once it side. It felt like stepping into Narnia. The ceiling was double the height of me, the inside of the tree-house looked too big considering the size of it when you looked at it from the ground.

But the best part was the stuff inside, there was hardly anything, but it was full of the right things.

I walked over to the cushions that were placed on the floor in a corner, they had two blankets placed in front so it looked like a mini bed. On the other side of the tree-house was a handmade table, It was painted multicoloured. On the table was little things such as a flower in a cup. But the best part? The best part was the pictures that hung on the wall.

Me and Zayn aged 10 when we first met. On the swingset at the play area behind our houses.

Me and Zayn aged 12 on our first day of senior school, holding hands.

Me and Zayn receiving out GCSE results aged 16.

And the last one brought me to tears.

It was me and Zayn at prom. I had nobody to go with, so Zayn had told his date he was unable to go with her and took me instead. One of the boys had taken a picture of us slow dancing in the middle of out schools sports hall, we had the dance floor to ourselves.

Could it have really been a year since then?

"I have one more thing for you." Zayn said from behind me.

I spun around, my hand flying to my heart as Zayn popped out of nowhere.

"You got me a gift?" I asked.

He didn't reply, Zayn walked over to the table and picked up a mini box from it, he made his way over to me and spun me round so I was facing away from him.

"I didn't get you anything, I'm sorry." I mumbled. I can't believe I didn't get him a gift!

"There's no need to be sorry, you being mine is enough." Zayn whispered into my ear, sending shivers through my body.

He pushed my hair out of the way and placed a chain around my neck.

I put the end of the necklace into my hand and looked at the object hanging off it.

"Its a key. A key to my heart." Zayn mumbled, obviously embarressed about the cheesy line.

"I love you, you know that right?" I asked.

Zayn didn't reply, he just attached his lips to mine. My hands travelled up his shirt, trailing up his rock hard abs. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs which made moans slip out of my mouth.

Zayn seemed to enjoy this as every time I moaned he ground his hips harder into mine which only made me moan louder. I ripped off his shirt as the kisses got more and more furious.

"You sure you wan't to do this?" Zayn said as he pulled back.

"Im sure." I told him.

Before we attached our lips back together, Zayn laid me down on the blanket and removed my top and shorts, throwing them to the other side of the tree-house. I was now laying in just my underwear. Zayn brought his lips back to mine and started to kiss me, not just on the lips. I could feel Zayn's trousers getting tighter and tighter and he continued to grind his hips into mine.

I pulled down his jeans and threw them to where my clothes were laying. We were now just in our underwear.

I have no idea if this was Zayn's first time, but it was mine. And it couldn't have gone any better.