Afraid To Fall

Chapter Nine

After Harry left, I decided to go to the record store downtown. I walked down the road, listening to a really amazing song while singing softly to myself. But before I would get there, I'd usually stop at the corner of Main Street and sing. Yes, sing. I'm a big fan of singing. I just really love to do it. But I think I'll skip it today.

As I was walking towards the record store, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see a very tired looking Zayn. His face was pale, hair was messy, he looked like he was forming bags under his eyes as well. "Hi, Zayn," I said shyly, glancing away. "Look, Elizabeth. I really, really like you and what Harry said hurt me.. And I knew it hurt you as well and for that, I am so very sorry. Please forgive me," he begged, tearing up.

I thought over it and finally decided to say yes. "I forgive you, Zayn. Now go back home and sleep. You look tired," I told him, caressing his cheek with my left hand. "Come with me?" he asked, chewing on his lower lip. "Alright.." He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, crashing his lips on mine. It's weird kissing the both of them in the same day, ya know?

He pulled away slowly and I smiled at him, fixing some of his hair that was sticking out. He tugged me towards his flat, chattering about all of his past crushes and how they used him for sex, but some of them sounded so far-fetched for that. Some sounded like his fault, but I could be wrong. Once we reached his home, he pushed me inside, following in after. "This is....cozy," I said. It's so much smaller than my home. Like a shack compared to it. "Thanks," he said. I smiled, looking at the pictures on the walls.

"You can go ahead and go sit down in my room while I fix us some drinks," he told me, pushing me towards the back of the house. My palms started getting sweaty as I approached the door with a sign with Zayn's name written upon it. My heart began to race once I sat on his extremely comfortable bed. What if Harry is right? What if Zayn really does want to get in my pants? I'm not going to let him. These are mine, not his!

Fifteen minutes later Zayn comes in with a clear liquid in a cup. "What is that?" I questioned, holding the cup in my hand. "Water." I nodded my head and quickly took a sip. It sure didn't taste like water, but I ignored the fact, continuing to the strange substance. I've never experienced this taste before, but each drink makes my head spin..

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"Hey, Zaynn," I said, hopping onto his lap. He smirked at me as I twirled my hair over one finger. "What did youuu...make me drink?" I asked with my speech slurred to the max. "Just a lot of vodka," he answered, handing me my sixth glass which I gladly took. I swallowed another drink and giggled. "Kiss me?" I asked, puckering up my lips. He happily obliged, slamming his lips onto mine as I wrapped my legs around him.

He forcefully shoved his tongue in my mouth, trailing over mine. I fought for dominance until he pinned mine down and searched throughout my whole entire mouth. I moaned softly as his hands grasped my arse tightly, lifting me on my knees. He pulled away and connected his lips to my neck, sucking roughly and making me moan even more. I've never felt this intense and pleasurable feeling before in my life and Zayn is making me have it.

He quickly layed me on my back, hovering his body over mine. My mind was jumbled with the alcohol and before I knew it, he had stripped me of my shirt. I chugged the rest of the vodka down as he poured some over my chest. The cool liquid chilled my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine. But once Zayn swiped his tongue over my chest, my stomach flipped in excitement.

He held my hands firmly by my side, sucking on my breasts. I was blushing like crazy, but I didn't care. I was enjoying the feeling of this skin-to-skin contact. He began kissing down my stomach, sucking each part after. My eyes started blurring from the alcohol, but I ignored it and quickly pulled him up to face me. He lips connected to my swollen ones as he dipped his fingers into my pants. I was shocked at first, but his kisses made me forget about what he was doing.

I tugged off his shirt, tossing it on the floor beside us. He lifted my right leg and began grinding against me, causing throaty moans to erode from my mouth. This feeling is amazing. Why haven't I been touched earlier? He moved away from me and searched through his drawers until he found a little unused wrapper. A condom to be precise.

I bit my lip nervously, looking over at the blue latex he had unwrapped. Am I really going to lose my virginity to him? He moved over me, guiding my hands to the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly, stars beginning to fill my eyesight. Next thing I hear is a loud crash outside of the door. "Zayn!" Harry's voiced called out from the sitting room. "Go away!" Zayn shouted, barely parting our lips.

He then crashed his lips on mine once more, rubbing circles in my thighs. I moaned into his mouth slightly, ringing my fingers through his tousled hair. Suddenly a large banging rang throughout the room. Zayn groaned and continued, feeling up my stomach. I pulled down his jeans and he started to grind his hips into mine once more.

I moaned softly until a thud rang out and Zayn was ripped off of my half naked body. "Don't touch her!" Harry hissed, slamming Zayn against the wall. I yanked the comforter over my body, hiding the exposed spits Zayn had seen minutes before. "She wants to as much as I do!" Zayn growled back.

My vision began blurring worse and my head started spinning. "Uh...guys?" I asked, playing with the blanket covering me. Before I knew it, my vision went black and I fell off the bed, onto the floor..

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"Elizabeth? Are you ok?" Harry asked, stroking my hair with his large hand. "Y-yeah.. What happened?" I asked while I rubbed my throbbing head. "This douche got you wasted," Harry said, elbowing Zayn in the arm. "You two were about to go....all the way, if you understand." My eyes widened at the thought. "You got me wasted so I'd fuck you!?" I screamed, quickly covering my mouth after that dirty word had slipped.

"So you could screw with me?" I asked a bit calmer. Zayn looked down at his feet and I broke. I pushed Harry and him away until Harry hand latched onto my waist. "Elizabeth.. What are these?" Harry asked, turning my wrist face up. "Nothing. Its nothing," I told him, covering the cuts with my left hand.

"Please tell me you didn't.."