Rock Me

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Dude this might be a dirty chapter if you're lucky;) i don't normally write these type of chapters but hey if you don't feel comfortable reading dirty stuff skip this or wait for the next chapter. ok? It depends when you're reading. Enjoy

Chapter Twenty-Nine~Orla's point of view~

"I know a hotel close by if you're up for it?" I suggested, keeping our foreheads close in contact, keeping my eyes on his each second that passed

"What for?" He questioned furrowing his brows. I giggled rolling my eyes.

"What else for?" I raised an eyebrow as his mouth fell agape and his eyes grew wide.

"But, are you ready? Like seriously? We can wait if-"

"Zayn my mum always told me to only do things with the person you love and the person you know loves you back. You're that person, and I'm not afraid anymore." I bit my bottom lip, Zayn contagiously mirrored my expression with concern still evident in his eyes and hesitance almost over powering him.

"Only if you're sure.." He pushed for a more real answer to se him at ease.

"Of course I'm sure! Go get your bloody suitcase bad boy!" I playfully shoved him towards the door and he lightly chuckled jogging into the airport. I placed my hands on my head with a smile practically permanent on my lips, happiness taking over my system. I was actually ready. I knew this would be the night where things got serious, it would be the night I officially loose my innocence I've been so careful to keep for the past eighteen years of my life. It's crazy what love can do to even the most intelligent minds.

Zayn came running out with his suitcase, just as eager as me to escape the abandoned airport and shelter in a more kind atmosphere.

"How are we going to pay for this?" Zayn questioned following me to my land rover half way across the car park.

"I'm eighteen now. I have a credit card." I replied unlocking the doors from a distance with the keys. "Just put that in the back." I said hopping into front drivers seat. Zayn soon followed with a confused expression. "What?"

"Why do you have your own suitcase in the back?"

"You think I'm going to travel all the way from Scotland and back in under a day? I'd rather not, thank you." I smiled childishly starting the ignition and making my way out of the car park in the direction of a nearby hotel I saw on my way here.

"Jesus. You're in a funny mood aren't you?" Zayn joked leaning against the window and staring at me with a smirk.

"I'm happy...excited." I said telling the truth. Zayn shifted uncomfortably in the seat and coughed nervously, and from what I could see he was biting his lip more than usual. "What's up?" I asked indicating right at a roundabout, only taking my eyes off the road for a split second.

"Orla, you know..as seen as its your first time and all.." He sighed heavily sitting up in the seat and looking forward. "It won't be..pain free." He tried his best to word it correctly, and I admit a little bit of excitement died inside me. I knew it would hurt, but I guess it slipped my mind throughout the whole planning of this trip down here.

I was yet again a bit disappointed. I can't believe I forgot such an important consequence of hopping into bed with Zayn. I can't believe I forgot the obvious.

It would hurt like a fucker.

"I know.." I murmured pulling into the car park observing parking spots. I slid into one turning off the ignition as a silence fell upon the both of us. Words unable to form in our throats as it felt as though the air had been sucked from the inside of the car. "As I said, I'm not afraid." I spoke up placing a hand upon Zayn's as he stared at me curiously. He flashed his signature smirk before reluctantly nodding.