Opposites

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MELODY

It has become a routine now. After Harry gave me the permission to see Zayn, I've been hanging out at his flat almost every two days. Sometimes I would sleep there, of course with Harry's approval and Zayn's courtesy. I guess we're now kind of, friends. Harry also made me apologize to Louis for my 'bad attitude' and we worked things out, then he apologized back for telling on me.

Everytime I spend time with Zayn, I get more and more attached to him. He didn't really reveal anything personal about himself, he just showed me a painting he made yesterday, and I think this is enough for now. We may or may not have shared small kisses here and there.

"Let's play 20 questions!" I exclaim eagerly, as I sip on my cup of tea. Zayn and I are sitting on separated sofas, covered with blankets, but this time in my flat. Harry and Louis are out grocery shopping.

Zayn groans, throwing his head backwards, while rolling his eyes. I frown at his actions, and set my cup on the table in front of me. "Please? Just this game, I promise!"

"No." He states.

I cross my arms, already feeling annoyed. Why does he have to be mean? I sense Zayn looking at me with the corner of his eyes, so I slowly turn my head towards him. I pout my lips, gazing at him with inncent eyes, "What about truth or dare?"

Zayn glares at me, sighing in defeat. "Fine. Truth or dare?"

I grin,"Truth."

"What's your favorite color?" Zayn asks, clearly unamused.

"Easy, white." Zayn furrows his eyebrows then I say, "Truth or dare?"

Zayn replies a loud 'dare', and so I take a minute to think. When I get a brilliant idea, that is kinda stupid and silly, I send him a wicked smile, which he reacts to by staring at me suspiciously.

"I dare you. . . to tickle me so hard until I can't breathe anymore."

Zayn raises a brow at me, while rolling his eyes. "That's the stupidest dare I've ever heard."

I shrug, watching him remove the blanket from his body, and approaching me with a smirk plastered on his face.

He bends down, our lips only inches apart, then he stares into my eyes in concentration. My heart starts to beat loudly in my chest because of how close he is. His breath fans my lips, and I close my eyes, thinking that he is going to kiss me, but then his hands grab my sides as he starts to tickle me hard.

I squeal, squirming under him. He has both of his legs on either side of my waist ; trapping me from escaping. I say between laughs, "Zayn—Stop! Ah!"

"No, no, no, no!" I burst into fits of laughter.

I hear Zayn's laugh echoing through the room, as he continues to pinch my waist.

"Okay!" I try to take a deep breath. "I surrender!"

Zayn smirks in victory then our laughter dies down. He's still sitting on top of me, so I look up to find him staring intently down at me. His eyes gaze down to my lips. Zayn clenches my shirt tightly, his breathing becoming unstable. My stomach wrenches in knots and butterflies. Just when I blink twice, I see Zayn leaning in front of me. He cocks his head to the side, and slowly my eyes drop. His lips finally make contact with mine, and that is what it takes.

Sparks. Sparks all over my body.

Our lips move in sync, trying to dominate each other. My hands quickly make their way around his neck, then all of his weight falls on me. He props his hands on the couch supporting his weight, because obviously he is a bit heavy for me. He backs away biting my lip, then he moves to my neck. He kisses under my ear, then starts sucking on that spot. I'm pretty sure I'll have a mark tomorrow morning. I groan, my back arching off the sofa. Zayn only squeezes my stomach, and I feel him smirking against my skin because of how I'm reacting to his touch. His lips find mine again, and my toes curl in bliss. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling on his hair. "I keep craving you." Zayn murmurs. My eyes widen at his confession, feeling tingly all over. Zayn groans against my mouth, licking my lips for entrance. Just when I'm about to open my mouth, we hear the front door opening.