One Direction Book

Kissing Practice - 😴Zayn😴

My first ever boyfriend was one of the most popular, handsome band members of One Direction.

Yeah, you read that right.

My first ever boyfriend was named Zayn Javaad Malik and he was adopted by millions.

And who was I?

Some girl who worked with their manager, Paul, backstage basically hopping to every opportunity to do something because I knew just about everything backstage by heart.

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Zayn was aware that I was very inexperienced and knew that he was my first boyfriend, so he took things slow with me; and I was more than grateful.

We've kissed once, and it was just a lingering peck in the lips. Soon, quick pecks on the lips became normal.

Since Zayn was also earning quite a lot of money from being part of One Direction and had no idea what to do with it as a nineteen-year-old, he decided to spend that money on me. I wasn't very fond of the idea at first, as no one has ever done that for me. I was used to buying my own things and working to earn my own money; but Zayn wouldn't have it.

Every time we went out, he'd pay for everything. It started off slow, maybe a date at a fancy dinner once a month, and that turned into every two weeks, every other week, to whenever we could.

Then came the random, expensive, luxurious gifts. "Zayn," I gasped, looking at the black, diamond fringed, leather, luxurious Louis Vuitton purse Zayn held out to me in shock. "You... I..." I struggled to speak, making him smile and hand me the bag. "I can't accept this! It must've cost a fortune!" I squeaked.

Zayn just chuckled and took my hips in his large hands, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "You deserve the world and since I can't physically give you the world, I thought little gifts would work," He said softly, his words making my heart melt.

I looked up at him and pouted my lip, "You're spoiling me," I whined, making his grin widen. "That's my plan," He chuckled, leaning down and pecking my lips. "I'm going to spoil you rotten," He said confidently, making me giggle and look down with a blush.

"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly, making him chuckle again. "Yes, Y/n. It's all yours," Zayn confirmed, pressing another kiss to my forehead. I looked up at him and my blush deepened at the realization at how close we were. I was just about the same height as Zayn, so when we stood at close contact, our lips were so fucking close to each other's.

Fuck it. I pushed my anxiety down for the millisecond to press a gentle peck to his lips. The first time I initiated a kiss between us. Zayn bit his lip and smirked at the action. And all the anxiety came back right then.

"Was that not okay?" I asked softly, feeling a hot blush burn into my face. "No, that was perfectly fine, love. That was the first kiss you've ever started between us," Zayn chuckled softly, cupping my face with one of his hands, his thumb gently caressing my cheekbone.

I nodded and subconsciously leaned into the palm of his hand. Zayn smiled and leaned down to peck my lips again, making me sheepishly smile. "I wish I knew how to kiss you like, more... Expertly," I say softly, the disappointment in my inability clear in the tone of my voice, my smile faltering just as quickly as it arrived on my face. .

Zayn blushed. "I could always teach you," He said. "Now?" I asked quietly. "If you want to, yes, now," Zayn nodded his head. With a shaky deep breath, I nodded my head, making him grin and take my hand.

My boyfriend led me to his room where he sat the purse on the bedside table before flopping down on his bed, pulling me with him and making me straddle his lap in a cuddle. I giggled as he fell on his back, his arms wrapped around me delicately.

Zayn then sat up and pulled back, placing his hands on my hips, while mine rested on his chest. "Before anything, I love you, Y/n. I really do love you," Zayn said softly, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I blushed and gave him a small smile. "I love you, too," I said, cupping his face with one of my hands, using my thumb to caress his cheekbone.

A small smile appeared on his face as I said those words. He pecked my lips before looking at me in the eye. "Now, what you do is massage your lips with mine. Can I show you real quick?" Zayn asked, making me nod my head. He leans in and gently massages his lips against mine, making me mimic his movements. "Very good, now, part your lips a bit and open your mouth a little," I do as told and all the sudden, Zayn slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me jolt back in surprise.

Zayn chuckled as I swat at him while giggling. "Okay, I'm sorry. I should've warned you," Zayn said softly, making me playfully roll my eyes. "That scared me, you jerk," I pouted, making him coo and peck my puffed out bottom lip. "I'm sorry. Want me to kiss it better?" He asked cheekily, making me smile and nod my head.

As soon as Zayn got the 'okay', he leaned in and sealed our lips together, one of his hands coming up to rest on the back of my neck so I wouldn't flinch back. We did what he showed me earlier, massaging each other's lips slowly and tenderly. Zayn took my chin in his thumb and forefinger and helped guide me to tilt my head along with his, setting a nice rhythm to our kiss.

A couple of moments(God, I love that song), I noticed that I need to breathe. As much as I was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of Zayn's smooth, plump lips on mine, I needed oxygen in order to continue. I pulled away, Zayn's lips following mine, making me giggle almost breathlessly. "Zayn," I playfully whined, making Zayn chuckle and pull back.

We were both slightly panting and were blushing deeply, and as soon as we made eye contact, I couldn't help but feel butterflies start to flutter in my stomach, along with my heart. The look he gave me showed just how much he adored me.

"Was I good?" I asked softly, making the man smile sweetly. "I thought you knew exactly what you were doing," Zayn said. "Are you saying that just because you don't want me to feel bad?" I asked, unconvinced.

I saw Zayn's smile falter and his eyes became serious. "You know I wouldn't do that. You wouldn't have left me wanting more if you did a bad job. Hell, you made me breathless! Do you see how much my chest is moving?" Zayn took my hand and put it over his chest to prove his point. "And feel my heart." He shifted my hand so it would be above his heart.

The blush on my face darkened, no doubt.

Zayn's heart was pounding against his ribcage so quickly that it was almost concerning. "You make my heart race. I'm pretty sure it was faster when you were kissing me a moment ago, it's just I've had time to relax. If my heart wasn't beating so fast from that kiss, I would've asked you to call an ambulance," Zayn chuckled at the end of his sentence.

"You did a brilliant job for your first time and I mean that. Don't underestimate something you've just learned either, yeah?"

I couldn't find the words to say anything, so I just leaned in and trusted Zayn's words. Cupping Zayn's face with my other hand, the other remaining on his chest, I kissed him gently, making him grin against my lips and return the sweet gesture.

We kissed for a bit longer than the first before I broke the kiss and nuzzled my face into his chest, maneuvering my arms to hug him. Zayn pressed a tender kiss to my head and wrapped his arms around me, sighing contently into my neck.

"I love you, Zayn," I whispered into his neck, making him smile into my shoulder. "I love you, too, Angel."