Oh yeah, just thought I'd mention, Charlottes point of view is written by Jane (@sexualdirectioner13 on Instagram) and Olivia's is by Amelia (me/@red_taylorswift on Instagram)
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Charlottes POV
Zayn kissed my lips one last time and rolled off me. I felt the bed sink beside me as we laid there in silence.
"You’re probably the best I've ever had Char." Zayn said breaking the silence which I was enjoying.
"You sound surprised." I said looking over at him. He was on his back looking up at the roof and his usual quiffed hair was down over his face, forming a fringe. His jaw line looked perfectly sculpted even more so in the dimly lit light of my bedroom.
"I thought a slut like yourself would be a lot looser, but you’re extremely tight." He smirked turning his head to face me.
Oh great Zayn Malik thinks I'm a loose slut.
He's the one fucking the loose slut.
I'm not even loose, like at all.
"Charlotte." He said hovering over the top of me, I was now lying on my back, "I didn't mean it like that."
"Whatever, don't you have some where to be?" I asked pushing him off me do he fell back onto the bed.
"No, I normally spoon after sex." He said sitting up and looking me in the eyes.
Zayn Malik: the spooner. Who'd of guessed?
"Well I don't, so run along..." I said sitting up and reaching for my panties and slipping them on.
"Come on Charrie, even sluts wanna cuddle." Zayn teased and I felt his hands grab my hips.
With a bit of struggling Zayn managed to get me into a cuddling position and was holding my arms down so I couldn't free myself.
I could feel Zayn's warm breath on my neck and his soft hands over mine. I let out a long breath and relaxed into him a bit, I could feel his smile on the skin underneath my jaw and his hands loosened their grip over the top of mine.
We laid there in silence. And sadly this was the first time in a long time this had ever happened. I never did cuddling, just sex. Even my boyfriends didn't spoon with me.
Zayn's finger tips softly drew little circles over the top of my stomach and he placed butterfly kisses all over my neck.
I turned my head and looked into his eyes, he gave me a little smile and moved his head so our lips were about to touch.
"Charlotte, Lou! We're home." Mums voice called from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and pulled away, pushing Zayn away from me.
"What are we gonna do, Lou and my parents can't find out about ... This." I said as I quickly pulled on a bra and a floral dress. Zayn looked at me calmly from the bed.
"Why not?" He said looking me up and down.
"Because you have a girlfriend." I said a bit too loudly. I quickly cover my mouth and turned away from him.
"Oh yeah." Zayn sighed obviously not aware of the importance of his girlfriend.
"Lou would kill us if he found out we were- are casually fucking." I said sitting down beside him.
"I'll just say I was in the spare room last night and come down in a few minutes okay?" He replied sitting up and rustling his hair.
"Okay. Well bye I guess." I stammered heading towards the door. I put my hand on the door knob but Zayn stopped me. He placed one hand over mine and one on my hip, pushing me so my back was up against the door.
His lips passionately kissed mine as his hands cupped my face. He pulled away bitting his lip and looking down at me.
"Bye baby girl." He smiled and gave me one last kiss.
I opened the door and walked downstairs into the living room.
"Charlotte, how are you?" Dad asked coming over to hug me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders and he kissed my cheek.
"I'm fine dad." I said. I heard the soft bumps coming from the staircase behind me.
"Zayn, how are you?" Dad asked pulling away from me and going over to him.
I stood there awkwardly as the conversation turned into a football talk show.
"I've gotta go Mr. Tomlinson but maybe I'll see you later." Zayn said very warmly and made his way over to me.
His arms wrapped around my waist and mine automatically found his neck. "I’ll make you even wetter when I see you tonight." Zayn whispered in my ear and pulled away letting himself out.
"What was that?" Louis asked waving the sass finger at me once more.
"Nothing." I said turning and making my way to the kitchen.
"No Charlotte nothing was you and Zayn before, hugging is somethi- Oh my god, your fucking him aren't you." Lou said especially loud, lucky mum and dad are upstairs.
"No I'm not fucking that quiffed dick sucker, he just hugged me." I said walking away from Doncaster biggest sass master.
"Charlotte, I'm happy you’re not with Zayn, he's a bit of a man whore." Lou said almost apologetically.
Yeah not with Zayn...
"He did call dibs on her though." I heard Harry say to Lou. Dibs really? Why would he call dibs?
"He did what? And since when." Louis shouted and I couldn't make out Harry's reply.
Olivia's POV
I arrived at my house, it was a modern, white, two story building in the expensive part of town, you could say our family was quite rich. I walked through the tidy, green garden and pulled the key out of my purse. I put it in the big white door and turned it, the door unlocked and I entered the foyer, "I'm home!" I called out to whoever was home.
The scent of fresh blueberry muffins wafted from the kitchen, I dropped my handbag beside the marble stairs and entered the living area, my mum spun around in the kitchen and smiled, "How was Charlottes?"
"Great thanks, oh and why have you suddenly decided to cook?" I asked curiously, she was the one person I'd never expect to cook.
"Well, it's a special occasion and I know how much you love blueberry muffins." Louise smiled brightly. My expression remained blank and she reached for a white envelope from the kitchen bench, she waved it around with excitement and handed it to me, I looked at it curiously and then looked at the front of it, it had the little Cambridge University logo printed on the top left corner of the envelope, I smiled and carefully opened it, crossing my fingers, Louise looked at the envelope, biting her lip. I pulled the letter out and unfolded it, scanning through it with my eyes until I reached a sentence near the end of the paragraph that read something along the lines of 'you have been accepted into Cambridge University for 2013. I kept my face straight and looked up at my mum sadly, her facial expression changed, and she looked at me sadly.
"I GOT IN!" I squealed, hugging her tightly.
"I'm so proud of you hunny." She smiled looking me in the eyes. I thought for a moment, "Where is dad?"
"Oh..." Louise' face drooped back down, "he was called in for work in France at last minute."
That was the thing with my dad, he was a successful business man and he was always called out for work at the worst times.
"Oh, that's okay." I put on a smile so mum would brighten back up. I bent over and opened the oven up and pulled out the muffins that were perfectly cooked. While I waited for them to cool off I grabbed my phone from my handbag, beside the stairs and quickly texted Char, "I GOT ACCEPTED TO CAMBRIDGE!!:):):)"
Five minutes later she replied, "YAY! :) #soproud"
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Thanks for reading! ily guys so much! and could you please comment and vote, it makes us feel like you care heheeh <3
I almost forgot to post and then someone - you know who you are - reminded me, so thanks to them, here's another chapter!
~Amelia (and Jane)
