Stella
The date was one to remember. At home, we had a round two and then three. Since morning I've been sore as hell.
Finally, I get to go to University today, but not without Zayn following me like a puppy the whole time. He even took a class with me that he isn't enrolled in.
I had missed going to classes everyday and with Zayn at my back, today was spectacular. I'm burned out from all the exertion through the morning, as we make our way to Zayn's car.
"You sure are an A grade student, aren't you?" Zayn whispers into my hair, pulling me closer to his side. I manage a raspy laugh, before landing a kiss to his neck.
"Well, well, well. Look what we've got here. Wow Zayn, you move on too fast don't you?" A tanned chick with red streaks between her thick black locks, latches her long red nails on his chest.
"What the fuck, Nat?" Zayn looks rather disgusted at her sight. He removed her claw from his body with a nudge, "Don't touch me."
"Oh, yea? That wasn't what you begged for the other night, was it? Took you little time to move onto miss goody two shoes. I always knew you had a touch for ruining pretty girls and taking their virginity as a souvenir. Have fun with her and when you get bored, you know where to catch me." Planting a kiss on Zayn's cheek, 'Nat' plops down with a jiggle of her implants and walks away.
"What the fuck?" If my brain was A grade at all, then why is it that I think that no amount of time can help me process what just happened. The impact of her words remains but I can't remember those words at all.
"Stella. Wait. No." Zayn is wiping tears that I don't know are streaming down my cheeks. "Don't listen to her. She is jealous that I love you and not her. I swear none of what she said is true."
"Fuck off." I scream at him. "You fucked her 'the other day' while you were fucking me too. The fuckboy image you have upkeep. I was just another fucktoy for you. The date?" I break into sobs. "The dress? My virginity? It all meant nothing to you. Wow. I'm not even surprised."
"Stella, please just hear me out." He pleads.
"How many times? How many times, Zayn?" I lose my shit, and start punching at his torso. "How many times do I let myself hear you out and fall for your shit everytime? How many more times till you pollute me and break me?" My sobs get uncontrollable and punches futile.
"Shhh. Shhh." Zayn pulls me into him. "Breathe." Wrapping his arms around my torso, he pulls me in a bone-crushing hug. My sobs become one with his chest. My fists lie between us, I loosen them and hesitantly hug him back. "I love you Stella. I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please believe me. I love you." He kisses the top of my head, repeating his words like a chant.
"Why?" I wail. "Why do I believe you? Why do I love you? Against everything that everybody says and especially what that girl said, do I still listen to you?"
"I know. I know it's hard to believe but you felt it too, Stella. You know I fucking love you." He whispers, crushing me even tighter. "I cannot let you go over some whore I used to hookup with."
"I feel so helpless right now." Snorting, I adjust myself into his curvature deeper. "You still feel so good and no matter what that bitch said, I don't feel like letting go. Can you hug me like this forever?" I wish I could live here forever, so that no one could reach me, only me and Zayn in our little bubble.
"I can but then you might need these hands for other things too." He chuckles, moving his hand to my ass and cupping it.
"Shut up." I inhale snorting, a small smile appears back.
"Now, don't let yourself worked up based on someone's word." He detaches himself from me, holding me laterally, "Look at me. Hey. Don't let others hit the exact spot they want to hit you in. Don't be so vulnerable, so they can attack you easily."
"But can I believe you? 100%? Can you guarantee that you didn't fuck her after or during you were with me? Can you say with certainty you won't hurt me over this again?" I sound so desperate, like I want to believe it even if it's untrue. I want to he delusional when it comes to keeping him. I pray so hard for it to be fake, a lie. The only truth I want to hear is that he loves me and only me, and somewhere in my heart I know it.
"Yes baby. Trust me. I didn't fuck her and I'm not going to. I only have eyes for you. I only love you and not those bitches." His reassurance doesn't remove all doubt but most of it. I release the breath I had been unconsciously holding for so long.
"I only love you and not those dudes too." I kiss him. Not giving into what Nat said, I don't know her, I can't trust her but I do know Zayn, I love him and therefore I believe him, even if that means I'm stupid. But you know what they say, love is for fools, and I am exactly that around Zayn- a fool.
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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...
