Escaped Criminal (Z.M.)

right now

My ears grasp onto any sound I can hear whilst I'm still half-asleep. Cars driving past, birds chirping, thundering rain, trees blowing in the wind and light snoring...

Wait, what?

My eyes open wide as I look beside me. Sure enough, Zayn's sleeping right there. In my bed. Fast asleep. I grimace, knowing that he won all along. He got his way after all.

But he looked so precious. You couldn't see his eyes since they were closed, showing his long eyelashes. His hair was let down, falling onto his face. His body was in a ball. He just looked so innocent.

Since he was asleep, I decide to take advantage of the moment and wrap my arms around his body, pulling him towards me.

Unusually, he was the one who was warm today. I was freezing compared to him. Maybe that's good, I don't know. Probably is because it means he isn't catching a cold. Unless he's catching a fever...

I watch his expressionless features, noticing that his lip pulls up into a smirk.

"Zayn," I whine, pulling away my arms.

His eyes shoot open, but they look all playful. They're still the beautiful honey colour. "Sorry, but you never freely touch me. It was nice." His hands wrap around my body instead.

Maybe that's because you barely know her.

I push the thought back. "You like it, now, do you?" I cock one of my eyebrows up, playfully.

A smirk plays on his face. "Of course, babe."

But the thought came back again.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you, but he's good at getting his way. He uses lots of women for his... Own physical desires."

But what if I used him for physical desires of my own? Would that make things even? That way I can get what I want, and he can get what he wants.

You don't have physical desires. You're not using him. You're so fucking whipped. You actually like this, my conscience snaps.

My hand moves so that it's on top of his back. Slowly, I trace around in a circle. "You know it'd be better if there wasn't that extra layer," I purr, gesturing towards his top.

"Would it really?" His smirk grows bigger and more smugger.

I nod. He throws his top off onto the floor, causing me to gasp in awe. His torso was amazing. Whilst it was skinny due to malnutrition, it was tanned, toned, and adorned with tattoos.

My hands move straight to his chest, feeling his firm abdominal muscles. I trace around each tattoo on his upper body, feeling my fingers roam his body.

"That's what I like," Zayn murmurs.

I blush at his praise. I was pleasing Zayn, but how many people does he need to please him? Sure he's got me for a week, but who does he sleep with next? Who did he sleep with before today?

I didn't like to know he's using me, so I replaced the thought with me using him. But that was a lie. Of course I felt something. Zayn was irresistible. He makes me feel special. Knowing that there are so many other people out there pleasing his desires is like a knife in my heart. Because I know I'm not the only one.

I feel his skilful hands tugging at my top, indicating for me to pull it off, or he do it. But it felt wrong. Suddenly I didn't know what I wanted, and this just seemed really wrong. Giving myself to a criminal and all. Because that's what he was. A criminal.