Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter ten.

This story has two more chapters and an epilogue I know this is short and stupid. This didn't come out as I planned but I am hoping that it will work better in my next story. I will probably write the remainder of this book tonight and post it. I love youxx

"Are you stupid?" I crossed my arms over my chest and popped my hip to the side. I was sitting in my room staring at old pictures when I had gotten the text to come outside. I was wearing old sweatpants and a hoodie like I always did. My long black hair was pulled into a high ponytail falling at my lower back. When Zayn had texted me I just threw on some old UGGS and rushed outside to see him.

"No. Now come on get in." Zayn held the door open for me and waited for me to cave. I looked from him to the back of his truck to my house. I looked to my bedroom window then back to Zayn. His raven hair was down like it had been a week earlier for the funeral. I had been avioding him until now, I just needed to be alone.

"Can I go get my phone?" I asked. I hadn't brought my phone down with me because I figured he was just going to drop by. I didn't know he planned to take me camping. What was wrong with this boys brain?

"No come on!" He bounced up and down impataintly.I looked back one last time before jumping into the truck. I wanted to want to say no. I wanted to want to go back to my room and do nothing but watch movies. But that's not what I did want. I wanted tospend two nights with Zayn because in four days I would be back in school.

"So how have you been?" Zayn asked as he got into his side. I smiled at him and slid over. This is what I wanted. Everything. I wanted Zayn. I wanted to just stay in his truck forever and camp. Maybe kiss a little. I wanted to watch stupid movies with him and do absolutely nothing. I just wanted us.

"I've been better." I smiled at him again to show him I was okay. I wasn't okay when he was gone though. When I was alone I was sick. I was scared and sick. Cold and bitter. Depressed. Nothing. I wanted to die. But Zayn keeps the thoughts away. Zayn made me realize that I had more than I could ask for. Matt was gone physically but I could feel him all around me.

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"This is wonderful." We were on a cliff top looking over the city. He had built a fire and put up the tent. Everything was perfect. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this but I didn't. I kept it to myself because Zayn was just like that.He did random things.

"Only because you are here." Zayn winked as he sat down next to me. I felt the talk coming on. Everytime he was going to bring up how bad his life was. How horrible everything between us could get, a certain feel would take over the air.

I layed my head on Zayn's shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. This night was perfect. It wasn't even like something you read about. This was something only Zayn could write. With his own pen and ink. Maybe I helped him write the dialogue but Zayn wrote the scenes. He wrote everything that went on between us. Everything that was perfect. He had done it.

"Erin," There comes the talk. I sat up and looked at him. His eyes were pained. More than I had ever seen them. He looked terrified. He looked like he was going to cry. My worst nightmare came true as I watched a tear slide down his perfect tanned skinned cheek. I wiped it away and let him continue. I wanted to stop him. I really did.

"There-I-" He swolled. He was trying to figure out wht to say. I bet it couldn't be that horrible that he couldn't find the words for it. So to ease the pressure I kissed him. He kissed back forcefully but something was missing. His kiss seemed almost empty.

"I love you," I pulled away and whispered it. The pained look on his face left then came back instantly.

I didn't have the impression he was going to say it back. He wasn't good at expressing himself. That was Zayn. He was quiet. But when he grabbed my face and kissed me more forcefully then I ever knew possible I knew he was saying it back. He was speaking his own language though. He stood but didn't break the kiss. I followed him as he stumbled backward to the tent.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away this time. His hands were on my hips and his forehead was pressed to mine. We were in the tent now. Sitting on our knees. The only sound I could hear was the trees wrestling in the wind. I bit my lip and nodded. Just like that the force was back.

It was gentle this time though. It didn't hurt or scare me. It only showed me comfort and love. Everything was how I thought it to be. He layed me back slowly guiding me with his arms. His hands roamed my sides and mine slipped up his t-shirt. I slowly eased it off his body. His abs were shown in the moonlight as we took a minute to just look at each other.

Zayn leant down slowly and kissed my lips. Then he kissed my cheek and my jaw line. His lips moved from my ear to my chest. His finger tips grazed my skin as he lifted my shirt off of me. This wouldbe the first time Zayn would see me completelynaked.That was the scariest thought for me. That was a big deal.

He kissed from my bra to my pants and pulled them down slowly as he kissed down my thigh to my knee. Little weak sounds fell form my lips and I let them. I didn't try to stop them like I should have. This only made Zayn go slower. One by one our clothing was removed and soon we were completely naked. Zayn still kissed every inch of my skin.

"Zayn." I didn't mean to let my back raise and my hands fist the blanket he had layed out. I didn't mean for this to be happening. It was scary. But it felt so right so, perfect.

Within an hour of the night after that I had lost my virginity. It was nothing like the other girls described it with Zayn. He wasn't ruff or mean. He was so slow and loving. He stopped when I needed him to and kissed my tears away. I never believed the theory that your first time could be so special and romantic. I just figured it was all unloved and mostly a drunken mistake.

I fell asleep with Zayn's hand rubbing small circles on my sweated back. My head pressed to his naked chest as I drew disigns in his skin. We didn't talk at all. I could tell something was up but I didn't ask. Zayn would tell me when he was ready.