Opposites

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Melody

The doorbell rings twice, and I rush to the door. Before I open it, I fix my hair then take a deep breath and open the door. Zayn stands there, with his brows furrowed.

"Hi Z—"

He shoves me against the wall, and closes the door loudly with his foot, slamming his lips to mine. Instantly, I kiss back traveling my hands to his hair, only to have him rip them off and pin them above my head.

Zayn pulls away to breathe some air, then presses his lips against mine seconds later. His body is pressed up to mine harshly, and my back hurts a lot because of the hard push by him. I can't process what's happening because suddenly, Zayn's hands grip my thighs and I jump wrapping my legs around his torso. My head is spinning, and my heart is pounding so hard that I can't hear anything but the loud beats.

Zayn kisses along my neck to my collarbone, while climbing up the stairs. My hands are wrapped around his neck, then when he gets near the hallway he whispers in my ear. "Where's your room?"

I'm not able to talk, really. So I point to the door that leads to my bedroom, and he opens the door with his foot again. When we get inside, my eyes wide in panic thinking about what would happen in a few moments. Zayn plops me down on the bed, and he quickly crawls on top of me.

My hands are now shaking, and Zayn seems to notice as he says calmly, "Relax."

I nod my head, closing my eyes trying to take deep breaths. I feel Zayn's hand grip the hem of my shirt tugging on it, as if he's asking me for permission to rip it off. My gaze falls on his hand, then I nod slowly.

Zayn smiles and throws the shirt off of me, my arms quickly cover my chest embarrassed. Zayn shakes his head playfully, "No no no, little girl. Don't be shy around me." He slowly removes my arms and gazes down at my breasts. Today was the wrong day to wear a lacy bra, definitely not the day.

I blush looking away, and he mumbles. "Perfect."

Zayn leans his lips toward my ear, he bites on my earlobe and he kisses under that spot then starts sucking. I can't help but let out a small moan, and Zayn chuckles darkly.

He whispers, "You've been a very very bad girl, Melody."

My eyes snap open at his words. What does he mean by that? Bad girl? I don't remember I did something wrong..

Zayn continues as he drags his toxic lips down my my neck to the top of my bra. My back arches off a bit, and Zayn bites harshly on my skin and I wince in pain then my back hits the bed again.

He says, "A bad girl, being a tease..Trying to make me jealous, huh? Guess what? It didn't work."

My eyebrows are drawn together in confusion, trying to understand what he's talking about. I ask him quietly, "What do you mean?"

"You, standing in front of the window, while he zips your dress up and kisses your neck. Such a stupid, stupid bad girl." Zayn says playing with a few locks of my hair.

My confusion fades away as I remember when Louis was zipping my dress in front of the window. I remember when Louis was looking through the window, while smirking and he was acting weird back then.

"I-I didn't mean to—"

"Shh.." Zayn presses his finger against my lips. "I don't want to hear it. Do you know what happens to bad girls?" He stops talking and I shake my head. He smiles, "They get a punishment, but I'm not going to give it you now."

I gulp down loudly and nod my head. I avert my eyes to a wall behind him, afraid if I talk he would snap at me.

Zayn gets off of me then lays down beside me, "Get up." He demands.

I get up slowly, taking my shirt in my hands but he catches my wrist tightly. "No. I want you to wear the dress I bought you, now."

I avoid eye contact, nodding my head obediently running to the closet, taking the dress out of the closet then lock myself in the bathroom. I sigh, frowning slightly then take off my ripped jeans. I struggle to wear the dress, but finally I work it out. I turn around in front of the mirror, and I see that my whole back is shown. I get out of the bathroom, my face facing the ground. When I look up, Zayn has his elbows under his head,sitting on my bed with only his jeans on, looking incredibly hot. He could be a model, I swear.

I breathe deeply, then finally make eye contact with him. I stand in my spot across the bed, with my hands behind my back.

Zayn stands up from the bed and approaches me, his eyes raking my body.

He circles me until he stops behind me, his front pressed up against my back. I lean backwards with closed eyes, my head falling on his shoulder. Zayn's hand finds its way to my waist, then he plants kisses all over my neck. I move my hair, letting him more access.

Zayn turns me around swiftly and smashes his lips to mine. This time, he licks my upper lip pleading for entrance and I allow it. My mouth opens, welcoming his delicious tongue. Our tongues fight for dominance, like they're in a war. I moan against his lips, my stomach twisting in butterflies. I grab him by his shoulders, and he mumbles, "You—look..n-nice in this dress."

I pull away blushing, "Thank you."

Zayn grabs my waist then his hand travels to my bum, he squeezes then says, "Are you hungry?"

Yes, for you. My stupid mind says, but I ignore it by replying, "Ehm, yeah."

"Okay, let's order something." He says, leaving me alone in the room as he gets downstairs.

I sigh happily. It's hard to know what to feel when it comes to Zayn because half of me wants to love him, and the other half of me wants to be cautious of him. But I cant help but feel something towards him, it's really complicated. I wish we could sit down and have some deep conversation about this. I'm pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of Zayn calling my name.

"Coming!" I shout, and run downstairs to meet him in the kitchen.

When I enter the kitchen, Zayn's back is facing me. I smile leaning against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. He turns around, ripping off my hands angrily.

I furrow my eyebrows, and I see him trying to control his anger. He says through clenched teeth, "What the fuck are these?"

I look down at what he's referring in his hands, and the whole world stops.

My ballet shoes.

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WHOOOPS

What do you think is going to happen nextt??

And sorry if this isn't good, I wrote this at 2 AM 😴

Thank you for reading and wow I checked the book's stats and 600+ reads!!! This may sound not a lot numbers of reads, but it means the world to me that some people ACTUALLY read this💖

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