CHAPTER 11
KAYLA'S POV✨
I ran back to the caravan and grabbed the spare key from under the mat, I ran inside and sat on my bed. Why is he the definition of trouble, why does he always want people to hate him. No Way am I sleeping with him tonight, he can sleep on the sofa, I took the smudged mascara off my face and wiped my smudge lipstick off. I tied my hair into a messy bun and put on some shorts and a overly sized jumper on since it was freezing in the caravan, I was literally shivering. I wrote a note on the door saying: DO NOT DISTURB! ZAYN YOU CAN SLEEP ON THE SOFA TONIGHT! I jumped into bed and curled up in a ball to help stop the shivering. Then heard someone open the door. They were shouting Kayla until I heard someone read out the sign, then replied Shhh she's probably sleeping. Leave her alone. Hopefully they wouldn't come in but just in case i pretended to be asleep. i heard someone came in, I think It was Zayn because I heard someone getting undressed then leaving and closing the door behind them. Lucky I was 'asleep' I opened one eye to see just darkness, I turned on my little lamp next to me and laid back down. I stared up at the ceiling whilst I heard shhhh and walking around.
After about 20 minutes there was total silence. Maybe I was too hard on Zayn, he was only protecting me. The guy wasn't given me any respect but then neither does Zayn.. Why am I thinking that, he does give me respect. A boy like Zayn would have tried to sleep with me already but he hasn't even made a move. I feel so guilty, he must be so cold and he hasn't even got a quilt. I through the cover off me and I felt a cold breeze hit my bare legs, I really should of brought pyjama bottoms instead of pyjama shorts that are too uncomfortable to sleep in. I took my pyjama shorts off so I was just in my kickers and jumper which I then realised its was Zayn's. I grabbed the quilt and slowly opened the door. I walked into the front room and saw Zayn sleeping on the sofa curled up, he looked so cold, he only had a blanket on and was only wearing his boxers, I walked up to him and gently placed the quilt onto him, I laid next to him and turned to my side, the side not facing him. I closed my eyes feeling less guilty than before. I then felt Zayn turning around, I felt him gently kiss me on the neck.
"I'm sorry" I whispered
"For what" he whispered back
"Being a bitch"
"Your not a bitch Kayla, you just hate me"
"I don't hate you"
"It's okay Kayla, I understand, anyway your to good to be a bitch" he said giggling like A girl,
"I don't" I don't want him to think I hate him and i dont want him to think im a good girl because honestly I think I love him and i can be bad.
I turned around to face him, I closed my eyes and leaned forward, I then felt his soft lips on mine, we kissed passionately for a few seconds then I pulled away, I got on top of him and kissed him in a more heated way, he licked the bottom of my lip asking for an entrance which I the agreed to, I opened my mouth a little wider and kisses more passionately with our tongue, I felt him explore my whole mouth. I decided to get him a little more heated up so whilst we kept on kissing..
I placed my hand in his hair and stroked past his cheek to his stomach, I went further down and I could feel his boxers, I slid my hand down and with this action Zayn started to speed up the kissing, his d*** started to harden with my touch, I wrapped my hand around his d*** and I started slowly going up and down with my hand, I stopped kissing him and kissed his neck, I gradually made my way down to his six pack and kissed all around his stomach, my hand was moving more faster by this point, I could tell he was nearly at his climax by his face expression, I pulled down his boxers so his d*** was out and I pulled my head closer and slowly began sucking on getting faster by the second, Zayn started to moan with pleasure, he placed both his hands on my head which made me go faster, after a minute he climaxed in my mouth, I swallowed and kiss him in the lips, I whispered and said: that was only the beginning... I winked at him and laid down next to him, I closed my eyes, I felt Zayns arm wrap around me and I smiled. I love this. I love him
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Fanfic"His names Zayn Malik, he should be going collage but he failed his GCSE'S because he didn't hardly come school. Only on some occasions. He's always out, smoking, fighting and probably killing" Everyone's scared of him, I don't know why, I'm not.
