(BOOK 2) Summer Love - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Thirteen - Sex With Zayn

You rush down the dock’s dangerous, creaky steps after the boys.  You finally reach Harry’s unconscious body that is lying calmly in the shade of the dock.  Liam kneels by his side and gently pushes Harry’s curls off his face.  Niall and Louis lift the heavy metal cart off his legs with all their strength. 

“How’s his leg?” Liam asks, concerned.

“Looks fine,” Louis says.

Louis probably isn’t the best judge, so you don’t entirely trust him on that.

“Come on, Harry…” Liam grunts, lifting him up in sitting position. 

Louis helped Liam hold him up.

“Now what do we do?” Louis asks.

“I’ll call for help!” Niall says.

“No, Niall.  We have it under control.  We don’t need people realizing this is the Harry Styles who just got knocked out by a cart.  It would attract too much attention,” Liam explains. 

“We could carry him,” Louis suggests.

“All the way back to the house?  This is why I always want to bring the car, Louis,” Liam says.

“Then we’ll have to wake him up,” Louis says.

Liam places a hand to Harry’s forehead. 

“We have to make sure he doesn’t get too hot,” Liam says.

All of a sudden, Niall throws his cup of water at Harry’s face.  Harry awakens almost instantly.  He blinks and coughs.  When his eyes open, they look straight into yours.  He smiles.

“Harry, you alright?” Liam asks.

“Yeah… are you alright?” Harry asks you.

“Yeah, Harry.  I’m fine.  Th-thank you…” you say, almost too shaken to say anything.

Harry touches his head as he sits up straight.  He attempts to get to his feet but suddenly yells in pain and falls back down onto the sand.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” Niall asks.

“My foot…ugh…” Harry groans.

“I thought you said it looked fine, Louis…” Liam says.

Louis shrugs. 

“Here, let me help ya,” Louis says, bringing Harry’s arm over his shoulder. 

Liam does the same and helps Harry stand on his uninjured right foot.  You watch Harry’s face as he tries his hardest not to yell out in pain. 

“Let’s go home,” Liam says.

The long, slow walk to the house finally came to an end as you walked through the front door.  The boys hastily helps Harry to the couch and he willingly lies down on it.  Harry’s face squints in pain.

“Does it really hurt that much, Harry?” Liam asks.

“Yeah…” Harry moans.

“I’ll call the doctor,” Liam says, heading towards the kitchen.

“You’ll be fine, Haz,” Louis says, sitting by him.  “Liam’s calling the doctor, everything will be fine.”

“I have an injured ankle, Louis.  I’m not about to give birth,” Harry manages to chuckle.

Louis laughs.  You and Niall laugh as well.

Minutes later, Liam returns.

“A doctor will be out here as soon as he can,” he explains.

“Does it still hurt, Harry?” Niall asks.

“Only when I move it,” Harry says.

“That’s a good sign,” Liam says, smiling.  “Just hang in there.”

You suddenly feel uncomfortable in your sweaty clothes.

“I’m going to go change,” you say.

You walk up the stairs and into your room.  You see something move in the corner and scream.

“Shh!” Zayn scolds, jumping up.

 “Don’t scare me like that, Zayn!  What are you doing in my bedroom?” you ask.

“Waiting for you…” he says.

“Well, I’ve gotta change, so could you please leave?” you say.

Zayn grabs your shoulders and pushes you onto the bed.

“What’s your problem?” you ask.

“What’s yours?” Zayn asks you.

Confused, you watch him as he gets closer to you and finally begins to crawl onto the bed and over you.  His legs and arms on either side of your body, his head is right above yours.  You look up into his deep brown eyes and sigh.

“Zayn…get off me…please…” you say.

“No,” he simply says.

All of a sudden he grabbed the button on your pants and snapped it open with ease. He wastes no time in pulling them down.

“Zayn!” you scream.

“Shh!” he scolds again, placing a hand over your mouth.

You cringe at the taste of his dirty hand.  But then you look up into his eyes, and forget all about his hand.  His hand slowly falls back down to the side of your head where he caresses you and runs his fingers through your hair.  Suddenly his lips fall on yours and electricity shoots through your body.  You instantly grab his shirt and pull it off.  As he kisses you passionately, you find the button on his pants and undo it after a several-second struggle.  Zayn happily lets you push his pants down over his hips and down his legs.  Zayn quickly kicks them off onto the floor and then pulls your pants off your ankles to join his pants.  He continues to kiss you passionately as he slowly slides your panties down.  At the same time, you push his boxers down and soon he does the same with his and your underwear as he did with the pants and they ended up on the floor as well.  You grow a bit uneasy as Zayn slowly slides your shirt up, revealing you black bra.  He gets close to your face.  Wait a minute…what was that smell?  Alcohol. How could you have not noticed it before?

“You’re dunk,” you say with wide eyes.

He shows no expression as he continues to kiss you. 

“Zayn…” you breathe between a kiss.

He quickly shuts you up by kissing you even more passionately.  Then he breaks the kiss unexpectedly and gets into position.  You flinch as he slowly slides his entire length into you at once.

“Zayn…it hurts…” you say.

Zayn doesn’t seem to hear you as he pulls out and slams into you.  You yell, but his now sweaty hand covers your mouth again.  He continues to pull out and slam into you as hard as he can.  You slowly get used to him and you find yourself enjoying it, but it still hurts with each thrust and you have to grasp the sheets to keep yourself from yelling.  You glance at the door.  You have never been so happy you remembered to shut and lock it.  You watch Zayn’s face through squinted eyes.  Sweat is pouring from it, his eyes are shut tight, and his teeth are tightly clenched.  You can tell he’ll come at any moment.

“Zayn, stop!” you say.  “Don’t come, Zayn…please…don’t come!” you plead.

Zayn ignores you and suddenly, with one last thrust, all of his cum begins pouring into you.  He groans loudly at the ceiling.  It is the greatest feeling you’ve ever felt.  Zayn pulls out of you, making you moan.  He falls by your side and breathes his alcohol breath heavily onto you.  You couldn’t care less about that now.  You turn onto your side to face Zayn who is busy recovering.  You look into his deep brown eyes, full of lust, and hug him.