𝙼𝙰𝙵𝙸𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 ( 𝚉𝙼 )

CHAPTER 33

FLORA POV:

Our mouth still attached, massaging our tongues, lips bitting, and small pants, moans and gasps here and there, body attached so very much closely. We were both in our own world, a different kind of world. I knew it the moment when I first time met Zayn at my working place, I had the feeling. The feeling that I had met him somewhere, he seems so familiar to me but I couldn't put my hand well. There's where he reminded me that we were used to be neighbour and also tablemate. We were so close but all for a good freaking short time. He shifted to another place as his father got transferred to another place. After so long time, here we are, kissing each others, snugging and making out. 

I laughed in the kiss and he noticed it. "What's with the laugh?" he smiled while biting his lower lip  and giving small pecks on my lips. "Nothing, just don't stop kiss me" I whispered and pulled him towards me. We continue to kiss and damn his moan and throaty groan just made me to keep this going on. His smooth raven dark hair just soothing and making me easier to play with. Such a  smooth hair he has. Jealous I am. 

Suddenly, we heard knocked from his room door. There's where we pulled up and I realized he carried me and made me sat on the dressing table. "Who will be that?" I asked while gasping for air. "I don't know, let me see it. You wait here." Zayn caressed my hair and kiss on my forehead. 

"Zara? What are you doing here?" Zayn asked the question till I can hear it. "HOLY SHIT. ZARA" I whispered loudly and jumped down and immediately ran into his bathroom quietly. "I need to talk. Can I come in?" Zara asked permission from his brother. " Yeah, sure. Come in" I'm pretty sure he would scratch his head because I can hear nervous from his voice. 

"Come. What is it?" Zayn asked.

"Just because I called you Bhaiya, doesn't mean that I forgive you. It just come it naturally out of my mouth. That's what mom taught me to call you as." Zara's voice I knew it. HAHA HOW INTELLIGENCE I AM. "What is it now?" Okay now it's getting serious. Zayn's voice getting deeper and stern. "I'm still mad at you, but that doesn't mean that I won't help you. I'm on your side. Can you believe it? I'm supporting on MY PARENTS MURDERER. HOW IRONIC. WOW ZAYN, JUST WOW" Zara keeps raising her voice and she is mad, by the sound of it I know it. 

"I AM NOT KILLER. YOU KNOW WHAT, I FUCKING TIREDD OF EXPLAINING THIS SHIT. IS IT WHAT YOU WANT TO TELL, THAT YOU ARE SUPPORTING ME? THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM. GO!!!" Zayn screamed from top of his lung and shut his door so damn hard till can occur earthquake.. Suddenly, there is no sound, so quiet, pin drop silence. I put my ear on the door suddenly someone open the door and I'm nearly going to hit my face on the floor.

I close my eyes, and ready for the meeting with the  floor, but I didn't. I opened my eyes and saw that my face didn't even meet the floor. A tattooed arm is around my hip and there he is, Mr. Zayn Malik. "You okay?" He furrowed his eyebrows and looking at me with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you." I thanked him and stand up. "I'm sorry I was not in the right mind and just opened the door." He looked at the floor and furrowed his eyebrows. "It's okay. You know right, I heard the conversation" I was nervous like hell, sweating dripping out of my whole body, fidgeting my fingers and looking down at the floor. 

"I know and I don't want to clarify it. I just need some me time. If you want to stay here, then I'm not  stopping  you. I will just get out-" he fished a ciggratte pack and lighter. "URHM, nope, I will go. You stay here. Bye." I stopped him and walked out of the room. I breathed out and walking down the stairs. Just want some water as suddenly it's getting so hot. 

As I'm going to kitchen, I saw Harry conveincing Zara at the garden. They were so close. Seems like Zara is crying and Harry is caressing her shoulders and hair even kissed her on the head. "What's going on with them?" I asked myself. I shrugged it off and getting a glass of water. "Its okay as long as they are happy". I drank and think about the incident. The kiss. The groan. The steamy section we shared. Thinking about it just make me some kind of bubbling feelings. For sure my cheeks are soo pinkish now. Right now I just want to feel the same feeling again but Zayn is in bad mood, its okay. "I should stop thinking about it. ABOUT HIM To be expect." I chuckled while shaking my head and gulping the water till finish. 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here comes a kind of shorty chapter. 

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