Zayn
"You're coming with me." I state.
"No." How many times do we have to go over this shit until she fucking understands that I'm not leaving her alone?
"You're coming with me, like it or not. Either comply or I'll drag you to my house." Stella is getting on my nerves now. The doctor just released her from the hospital, saying she needs to rest for the next few days. And in no position am I letting her go to her apartment alone, she needs someone to look after her.
She lets out a frustrated groan, "I can take care of myself. You don't need to do this, you've already wasted the last two days for me." Yea and I would happily waste ten more.
"What part of I'm not leaving you alone don't you understand? You're coming with me. That's it." My temperament is rising.
"No." Stella shows me stern eyes.
"Yes." My eyes are slits throwing ice at her in response.
"I'm not a little girl, who needs saving and taking care of." She frowns.
"That's exactly what you are. Now come." I command.
"Why do you have to be sooo.." She groans, stomping her feet, looking so fucking adorable. Her hands curls in small fists and I just want to kiss the frustration off her scrunched face.
"We still have a long drive from here. Let's talk about this in the car, yes?" I raise an eyebrow at her, being the more rational one for once.
"Okay. Whatever." She groans again, rolling her eyes.
I cut off her groan with my lips, kissing her with command and control. "Babygirl, if you're going to act like a brat, I don't think I'll be able to take it slow." I whisper against her lips, which makes goosebumps rise on her neck.
Her shaky hands push me away from her. I laugh at her flushed frame before guiding her through the hospital exit. My hand on the small of her back and her medicines in my other one, we make it to the car. I open the door for her, tuck her in and shut it, then take my own seat.
It was a long long drive from Louisiana to LA. One that consisted of me and Stella bickering over her recovery and how she needs me by her side. But this stubborn girl will not listen to anything I say.
Finally, we agree on going to her apartment before I take her to my home, so she can pick up whatever essentials she needs.
***
Stella
Zayn enters my apartment behind me, with holes under his eyes, an extremely worn out body and lines on his face. Sleep deprivation and twenty hours of driving evident on his face.
He huffs and takes a seat on the comforter in the living room, while I go to change into fresh clothes. The trip has taken a toll on both of us, our bodies drowsy with exhaustion.
I hop in the shower and quickly clean myself in record time. I don't want Zayn to wait long so I jump into a pair of leggings and a loose tank, tying my hair in a bun at the top of head.
Heading out I see Zayn on the sofa, passed out, with his lips slightly parted he snores, looking handsome as ever. I trot over to him, taking a place beside him. I admire the beauty he holds, the soft curve of his lips, sharp jaw, thick lashes rested on almond eyes and messy hair complimenting his smooth skin. The lines of distress and tire finally easing as he falls deeper into sleep.
My fingers absently run through his silky hair, now greasy from days of not being washed. I nudge him with one shoulder. "Zayn," I whisper, "get up." Zayn groans at the disturbance as I continue, "Let's get you in bed."
He groans again and slips his arms around my waist, locking me in his embrace. Even in sleep his hold is iron-clad, as he manoeuvres me onto his lap. Confused I shuffle on his thigh, not realising that I'm right on top of his manhood. Really smart.
He groans again, "Stella,"
A pink sheet coats my cheeks, I clear my throat, "Sorry," Not going to lie, internally I'm not sorry at all, for once I actually enjoy this with him. I miss being touched by him.
"Please, I'm really sleepy." Zayn whispers against my collarbone as he shoves his face between my hair, pulling me tighter against him, finally settling his face in the crook of my neck.
I sigh, a familiar relief washing over me. This feels too good, too good to be true. My arms wrap around Zayn's in return, one in his, the other on his back. If I wasn't sure about him before, I am now. The trip changed anything and everything. "Let's go to bed, shall we?"
A hum fills my ears, as my body is suddenly lifted into the air. I grasp as Zayn barks out a short laugh. In one swift motion this guy got up with me in his hands, like I weigh nothing. What the fuck?
Zayn carries us both to my room and lays me down on the left side. Rubbing his eyes, he walks over to the other side. He settles between the sheets, then his arm reaches for me. Unsure about what to do next, I hesitantly roll over to him.
Zayn tucks me in alongside him, his strong arms around my waist. He dips his head to my neck again and inhales deeply, filling his lungs with my scent, sending the butterflies in my belly into a frenzy. Then his hand loosens around my waist, reaching for my shirt, I choke on my breath, freezing in place.
Zayn's fingers play with the hem of tank, before disappearing under it. He takes his time drawing patterns on my back, feeling the skin with his tips, tracing my spine. Each time sending shivers and sparks throughout my body. His fingers travel upwards, stopping at the band of my bra, I suck in a harsh breath, my eyes fluttering. He takes the material between his fingers, as my head become a giant merry-go-round, anticipation nibbling at me. Clutching the clasp holding the two bands connecting together between his thumb and index finger, Zayn pinches it. The sound resonating in my ears, as the clasp frees itself.
"Relax Stella," Zayn whispers. His voice brings me back from my transcendence and I breathe again after holding my breath for so long it felt like centuries. "my arm." Zayn groans. Not realising I'd been clutching his bicep this whole time, tightly, enough to stop the blood from flowing.
"Shit sorry," I rasp, staring at the marks my digging nails have left.
"I'm not going to do anything. It's just so you can sleep better," I look at him confused and embarrassed, "you know how girls sleep better with their bra off..." He trails, explaining his actions to me.
The pink sheet was back on, "Oh" I muster, feeling dumb for thinking this was headed somewhere and feeling like a thousand firecrackers burst in my heart, the way it was jolting. I would be lying if I didn't say, I melted.
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
