the freshmen 500 || h.s

Chapter 10

Zayn's words surprise me and I find myself playing with my hands again. He made it so much worse by asking. If he had just kissed me without asking, I wouldn't have time to worry about it.

Unfortunately, he asked and I'm forced to give him an answer. Of course I want to have my first kiss but I'd always imagine I'd have it with someone...special. Not saying that Zayn isn't special but he's not particularly special to me. Of course, I'm honored that he wants to be my first kiss but I was sort of hoping someone else would want to have that title.

My thoughts are interrupted by Zayn clearing his throat. I realize that I've been thinking for too long when he drops his hand from my chin but is still leaned in.

"I um..I don't know what to say." I admit, not meeting his gaze.

"Then don't say anything." He replies, leaning in.

Oh my god. Is this happening? He's about to kiss me, right? Maybe he's just going in for a hug or a kiss on the cheek. I don't even know what to do. Where am I supposed to put my hands?

This moment seems to go in slow motion but my thoughts are going a mile a minute. I'm starting to wonder if this is a good idea. What would Liam think of this? He and Zayn are good friends. What would my dad think? Kissing a senior? He'd probably ground me for a month. Most importantly, what would Harry think? I don't want him to think I've lost interest in him.

Then again, why do I have to tell anyone about this? No one needs to know if I don't want them to. I suddenly feel relaxed and, before I know it, Zayn's lips are on mine.

The kiss is soft and gentle and not rushed. I feel almost comfortable. I think back to every romantic movie I've seen and every fanfiction I've read and decide to put my hands in his hair. That's what I'm supposed to do, right?

His hands go to my waist and he deepens the kiss. As we're kissing, I find myself wondering where the spark is. The one that they always talk about in the movies. That "something special" that indicated that they're the one.

I'm not feeling a spark when I'm kissing Zayn. It just feels like lips on lips, nothing special.

How could I not feel a spark when kissing Zayn? He's sweet and funny and hot as hell. Does this mean he's not the one? Might I feel a spark with someone else?

"What the hell is this?" A voice booms from the door. I turn to see Liam with his jaw practically to the floor. "My sister, Zayn? What the hell?" He repeats.

"Liam, it's not what you think." Zayn explains, standing up.

Liam scoffs. "So you're not making out with my sister in her bedroom?"

"We weren't making out, Liam." I say, struggling to stand.

"She's a freshman, Zayn. What were you thinking?" He says, ignoring me.

"I should go." Zayn says, heading for the door.

I cringe when the front door closes, knowing that now I'm the one that Liam's going to yell at. But, surprisingly, he doesn't yell at me.

"Did he come onto you?" He says, his tone soft.

"Well...yes but it's not what you think. He just knew that I hadn't had my first kiss yet and he was wondering if I wanted him to be." I explain.

"What did you say?" He presses.

I play with my hands again. "I didn't really say anything. He just did it but if I wasn't ok with it, I would've stopped him." I say.

Liam sighs and looks me in the eyes. "He's a senior, Aria. I don't want you to get hurt." His tone still soft but his expression is serious.

I smile at his words. "I know. I won't." I reassure him.