Check Yes Juliet (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

I took a sip of my hot, now luke warm, coffee before flipping the next page of my lecture notes. Caffeine was the only thing that could keep me wide awake especially at a late hour like this. And it’s not helping the reason why I’m up was to study for a stupid test.

Waking up next to Zayn was weird. But it’s a good weird though, like ‘I want it to happen again’ kind of weird. He’s still in bed, of course, and I wasn’t going to wake him up anytime soon. He’ll just be a distraction if he’s here with me.

I still can’t believe what happened earlier today. How can you be so pissed off at someone that you just ended up confessing your feelings to him? How can you flinch at his touch one day to craving for his addictive kisses the next? This is so messed up. WE are so messed up. 

It got me flushed thinking about it though. The way his lips sent sparks throughout my entire body and how his tongue worked wonders to my down below. He was good. Wait, he was more than good. He was incredible. No one had ever made me that high just by giving me oral. You can tell that he’s very experienced and there’s no way my sex life could be compared to his.

After losing my virginity to my ex-best friend, sex was something I never did treasure. Not that I became a sex addict but most of the time, I did it only for the thrill. Never once had I any feelings for the guy and they were mostly with randoms from the clubs. 

And of course, there’s Brad. He turned into an entirely different person after that night and from time to time, I was forced to have intercourse with him again. I couldn’t tell anyone about it because no one would believe me. Not even my parents. So when the opportunity to study in London came up, I grabbed it straight away. He was the reason why I wanted to get away. He’s the reason why I’m here. I wanted to leave my past behind. I needed to leave him behind.

I didn’t realize how engrossed I was with my books until I heard the pitter patter of footsteps around the house. The sound suddenly stopped and I looked up to see a half naked Zayn standing at the entrance of the living room. God, he’s hot.

“Hey.” I greeted him, my eyes still lingering on his body.

“Come back to bed.” He grumbled.

“I’m not done studying, Zayn.” 

“You can do that tomorrow.” 

“I can’t. My test IS tomorrow.”

“Please Cam?”

“Sorry, Zayn. I’m kind of behind. You go ahead first yeah?” I said, looking back down at my notes.

He began walking across the room, taking a seat on the space beside me. 

“I’ll sleep here then.” He said, laying his head on my lap as he sprawled all over the couch. His hair tickled my bare thighs, which made me giggle slightly, but it wasn’t that bad that I needed to push him off. 

I tried to concentrate. I really did. But his piercing gaze on me was a major distraction.

“How do you expect me to focus when you keep staring at me like that?” I glared back at him. He continued staring at me but this time, his eyes were filled with total amusement.

“Zayn, I’m serious. Stop.”

“But I can’t. You’re so beautiful. And I can’t believe that you’re mine now.” I wasn’t mad when he spoke that last sentence because it wasn’t like how he normally said it. It wasn’t possessive like usual. It sounded more like an assurance. A relief, even.