Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 28: I'M BAD PR

H,

The kissing had become unbearable to me. To a point that my blood was boiling with desire.

I wanted to explode with pleasure. I was seeing stars and losing myself deeper and deeper. Wrapped in a warm kiss, bites, trails of saliva. Surrounded by moans, sexual words, and horniness.

Telling him with all the words what I wanted to do, how I felt, how I liked it, how good it felt. There was little fabric between us, Zayn's heart slammed against my chest and was hoping he could hear me too. His mouth was on my neck, kissing me and biting me.

We shared words that kept us on the edge and pushed our desire out. We whispered sensual things to one another. There was nothing but what we wanted from one another.

My hands were above my head, held together by Zayn who wanted to be in command, and I had just given in. Our fingers would interlock at first, but then, he grabbed my wrists pinning me to the mattress - I had nowhere to go.

I didn't want to.

From our waist down, his tracksuit was hanging loose at his hip bone. My jeans were open showing my boxers. Our excitement for one another was evident. The room was steamy. I was sweating with pleasure, and we hadn't even begun the part some would consider important.

My bed was not big enough for both of us but would have to do. And it did. When I sat on top of Zayn, looking down at his fit body and tattoos - ignoring the eyes staring back at me painted on his chest.

I hissed when I felt him adjust to me and realised I had sat down on that spot. I loved how he bit his lip while looking at me, how his hands ran all over my chest and stopped at my hair gripping it tightly. My tongue ran down his chest, biting his nipple gently, then continued trailing down to his navel and stopping at the lower stomach.

I was pulled back up and, before I knew it, I was on my back again, moaning as I felt his hands go inside my pants.

"Fuck, Harry..." I heard him whisper in my ear, with his warm breath. I nearly orgasmed while he stroked me. "Look at you. You make me so hard. I just want to..."

Zayn hissed in my ear, and I moaned in reply, staring at the ceiling completely high on lust. "Fuck, baby."

"Did you miss me?"

"I did," Zayn answered. "I did. So much."

The front door slammed, and both froze in place, mid-breath.

Someone was inside the house and, judging by their movements, whoever the person was, they were throwing things downstairs.

I looked at Zayn, who stared at eachother with wide eyes: There we were, with evident boners and in the middle of a moment, completely frozen in fright.

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES!"

"Oh, shit..." Zayn whispered.'

Oh, shit indeed. It's common law, that whenever parents called their children by their full name there was trouble. My arousal deflated like a balloon. "She seems upset."

"HARRY COME HERE! NOW!" Mum yelled again. I continued frozen in place. What had I done? I was here. I didn't break anything. I didn't go anywhere. I was here. I was here with Zayn...

Then, it clicked.

"She knows..."

"AND BRING ZAYN TOO, WHILE YOU'RE AT IT."

Slowly, we separated our bodies and grabbed our clothes. I adjusted myself, so my boner wasn't visible, and Zayn pulled down my sweatshirt to hide his. I fixed my hair, so it wasn't all wild around me. Zayn did the same - it was amazing how fast his hair had grown over the few weeks.