Forbidden

Chapter sixty

Song for the chapter : Passenger - Let her go

*a.n/ Vote please, sorry for taking so long but it's a lengthy chap.

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Reality feels much better than to sleep right now...so I don't want to dream but stay awake. And watching Zayn sleep, learning the small things he did while he was unconscious brought a warm feeling to bloom in my chest.

He tends to sleep on his stomach a lot, having nearly suffocated me with his body heat when I woke up.

The reason I woke up in the first place was because of my cramps. That time of the month is here and I wasn't pleased about it that it's now. I feel very stressed with everything, mostly with Zayn.

I have no idea what the conversation he had with whomever was, but it kept him tossing all night, and every time I moved he'd pull me back into him like he was scared he was losing me. There's a feeling in me that made my stomach turn and it wasn't because of my period.

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As I'm contemplating what to prepare for breakfast, Zayn is keeping to himself, ignoring me, I think he's not doing it purposely more like he's engrossed in his mind wandering state. For once I wish he'd let me hold a normal conversation where I can simply ask him about things that torment him.

But we couldn't have a good day because he would turn back to how he usually was. Like yesterday just before we slept I had to tell him where I'd gotten the bruise on my lip and I explained it lastly, that made his irritation fly more up than it had already been. This time I'm positive he doesn't exactly spot it and I'm too tired to get clingy. Besides I needed my space too when the monthly visitor came.

He's shoveling the sweet stuff with the spoon on his coffee, sitting on a wooden high stool at the kitchen island, straining the muscles that could be seen through the tight black shirt that clung to his skin. Another thing we have in common, we like our coffee sweet.

"Where were you? And why are you up so early?" he asked not looking up from his cup, his words raspy and slow. His hair a mess, bags under his eyes.

Oh he finally noticed that I'm here too.

"I went to buy some things down a shop, then took a shower." I respond.

I decide on making garlic bread for breakfast. I had unusual cravings in the mornings when I was on my days.

"Yeah I saw that. You're without make up, which suits you better by the way. Next time don't wear it." he gently replied with a heavy sleep leaking voice.

"Whatever." I muttered at his charming way.

It went quiet for a while. I hummed to myself while waiting for the bread to be ready until... I feel two strong arms snake around my waist, palms flattening on my stomach. He stands directly behind me, pushing his chest into my back, slowly resting his chin on my shoulder and I take a deep breath.

I wanted this, I kept complaining in my head how moody he is. But if anything, I was way worse when it came to controlling my emotions, the cramps are getting worse as is my snappy mood.

He begins to leave repetitive feather light kisses along my jaw.

"What are you doing?" I play clueless, taking a deep breath again as his scent floods me.

I really like his smell...he smells like home. I faintly remember him telling me a long time ago that he was my home and I couldn't agree more right now.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he mumbled sarcastically. "You smell so good." he muttered, gently nudging my head to the side so he could have access more. And even if I'm a bit mad at him I without hesitation relax onto him."You fit my hands so fucking good baby." he quietly spoke, his hand ever so slowly moving away from my hip, running along the rim of my sweats, I quickly take ahold of them and wrap them back on my stomach, but he smirked on my neck, forcing my hands away then playing with the hem of the sweater, teasing my abdomen with his hands that lightly disappear inside my sweats again.