My Beautiful King

Chapter Thirteen

I ran to Zayn's house, boots pounding the tarmac, heart about to burst out my chest. Climbing out of my window had resulted in a near death experience, and it wasn't my most intelligent idea to wear a dress and carry a sports bag crammed of clothes while doing it. But I had to look good for a Zayn, it was a must.

I stopped outside a relatively large house on a winding road only a quarter of an hour away from mine. The grass of the front garden was overgrown and there was a faint boom of a heavy bassline drifting from a room of the top floor. Zayn's room. Zayn's house.

Stepping cautiously to the front door, I adjusted my short red checked dress and examined my woollen tights for any ladders. No imperfections. I was good to go.

I rang the doorbell and detected the pause of music and the sound of lazy footsteps padding across flooring. Zayn opened the door, his face enhanced with a small half-smile.

"Vas happening, my gorgeous brunette Ash?" He nodded at my mid-tone brown hair. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be that quick."

"I um, ran." I blushed as I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "It was urgent for me to escape. I hope you don't mind... I um, brought other clothes. I'm kind of planning on well, staying here!"

Zayn's shoulders shrugged casually as he led me into his messily organised hallway. "Whatever, it's no problem. Just didn't realise you were gonna dress up so nicely!" He teased as I removed my brown leather boots (also a gift from Hayley) from my sore feet. "Jheeze, Ash, you make me feel under dressed!" He gestured towards his grey tracksuit bottoms and black white t-shirt. I couldn't help but notice the husky undertone to his voice. I blushed hotly. Zayn was definitely hinting something a little more than was being said.

Feeling momentarily uncomfortable, I began to walk around his house. It was obvious to see that the Maliks were still settling in; cardboard boxes and random DIY magazines lay scattered around the hallways. I stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the magnet adorned fridge, breathing in the overpowering stench of air-freshener that attempted to cloak all the cigarette smoke in the air. Wiping my sweaty palms on the skirt of my dress, I took several large gulps of the heavily perfumed air. Why was I so fucking nervous? I jumped as I sensed Zayn standing directly behind me.

"Um, interesting house." I breathed shyly, as I tried to look away from his mesmerising hazel-green orbs. "How about we head upstairs?" Zayn suggested into my ear, his words rushing through to my cochlea. "It's a lot more interesting in my bedroom."

If you feel to do it, then do him.

"Um, sure." I whispered and grabbed his hand as he led me up the stairs. He directed me to the third room on the right, and I opened the door, only to be greeted by the sight of an inevitably messy room of a typical boy.

"Oh, classy room-" I began to speak but I was cut off by the sudden force of Zayn's lips against mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hands crept all over my body, gripping my arse. There was something different in our osculation, something more passionate and meaningful. It felt good, but I couldn't help but tense slightly. I knew that Zayn was planning on putting my little fantasies into action. But was I ready?

If you feel to do it, then do him.

We pulled away for air but he clasped me closer.

"Ash," he whispered voice rough, eyes dark and lewd. "I want you."

"W-want me?" I stammered. Great. It seemed that I still had poor control over my voice when Zayn was around.

Without even bothering to answer my feeble question, he began to bite and suck on the tender skin of my neck. I moaned shamelessly as his hands slipped within the waistband of my tights and pulled them down. I wrapped my legs around his hips and let him pick me up with ease. He settled me down on his bed sheets, my head narrowly missing the headboard.

"I want you too." I whispered. "Oh Zayn, I don't think I've ever felt so sure. I didn't think I'd be-"

"Stop speaking."

"Sorry."

One by one, the clothes came off; first my dress, then his sweats. Fingers fumbling, I clumsily removed his shirt from over his head and got a close-up view of Zayn's abs. Tanned and firm, I ran my nails down his body, leaving them lingering just above the waistband of his briefs. He inhaled sharply and I could tell from a glance how badly he "wanted me". Pushing aside all the rational thoughts in my head, I lifted my body so he could pop open my bra strap. Removing my own underwear, I watched as he pulled his strained briefs down to reveal his manhood. Zayn was in no way shy; he almost looked proud as he straddled me naked.

"You ready?" He whispered as he tore open a condom, that he had retrieved from his bedside table, with his teeth.

I felt my stomach clench and knees weaken. "Yeah," I replied softly. "I'm ready."

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My eyelids fluttered as I adjusted to the artificial light beaming onto my forehead from the light bulb dangling from the ceiling. I rolled over and buried my face into my pillow. It smelt different. The whole room smelt different. This wasn't my room?! I sat up abruptly and felt a rush of memories from earlier on hit me. Me and Zayn... We'd done it. We'd done "the nasty". And it was incredible...

Grinning like a madwoman, I scanned the room for Zayn. Surprisingly, I discovered I was alone. I instantly began to panic, but then I heard clattering of plates smashing and a loud exclaim of "Shit!" in a distinct Yorkshire accent from the floor below me. He was downstairs. I laughed. Leaping out of the bed nude, I gingerly knelt to pick up my clothes from the floor. I stopped suddenly. Didn't women usually wear their partner's clothes after they had sex? And I was practically a woman now...

Rooting through Zayn's drawer, I found one of his many t-shirts; a white one that had a picture of a light switch with the words "Please turn me on" surrounding it. Humorous. Pairing it with my lacy blue underwear, I made my way downstairs to greet Zayn.

"Oi, oi!" I said flirtatiously as I walked into the kitchen. Zayn stood there in his boxers, shovelling toast into his mouth, the remnants of a broken china plate lying on the kitchen counter. "No food for me?"

Zayn laughed at my choice of attire, before running his fingers through his sex hair. "Isn't the woman meant to do that for the man?"

"The man should have woken the woman up!" I wrapped my arms around Zayn's waist and snuggled myself into his warm unclad chest. "What am I gonna have for breakfast then?"

"Breakfast?" Zayn snorted. "Its half past seven, babe; we need to be getting our dinner! I was thinking we could order a take-away or something like McDonald's..."

"Ooh, very romantic!"

"Or a Chinese!" Zayn kissed the top of my head, causing my heart to throb. "Didn't realise you were so bloody picky."

"Not even I know everything about myself, Zayn." I grinned. "Was I... good last night?"

"The best."

"Really? Because, that was my first time and all..."

Zayn nodded. "Well then, you were pretty damn good for a first timer, eh? My only criticism is that you talk too much! But if you ever feel like you need to improve, we can always do it again."

"I'd like that!" I tiptoed so that I could bite his ear lobe ever so slightly, just like I'd seen a thousand girls do in a thousand different movies. The result was positive; Zayn closed his eyes and pressed his lips together in an attempt to retain a small sound of pleasure. He smiled suddenly and smacked my bum before chasing me to his living room sofa. Beating me there, he laid across the settee in a cocky fashion, waiting for me join him. I pounced on top of him, showering him with amorous kisses.

It was like we were a couple living together and I was smitten with the idea of it. There was no way I was going to go back to my house, even when Zayn's parents came back I planned to just stay at Hayley's. I had my new friends, my new look and my new bold personality and I was looking forward to spending the Christmas holidays celebrating that.

"I love you!" I murmured as I continued to osculate his shoulders and whatever skin he had on show.

Zayn flipped me over so that he was on top and I became the underline. He wrapped his fingers around my brunette locks before whispering the sacred words into my hair.

"I love you too, Ash."