Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Horn(y)s

“I don’t wanna go there

We should never go there…”

Zayn fumbled around beside him for his phone, eyes still closed. His fingers met warm soft flesh and he ignored it, still searching for his phone.

“Damn.

Why you wanna go there?

I guess I gotta go there.”

“Here.” Joey mumbled into his chest, taking his phone from where it was vibrating under her arm. She pushed it into his chest and he grunted, opening one eye to check the caller ID.

Niall H(ungry)oran. Slide to answer. 

He groaned and turned the phone on silent, dropping it onto the suede bean bag again. Joey didn’t know whether to move or not. They had fallen asleep together, and if Joey was honest…this was the first time she had just fallen asleep with someone, besides her brother. Fallen asleep without sex beforehand, that is.

Zayn was watching her with one eye open, a lazy smile curving his lips. “G’morning.” He yawned. She blinked her eyes, tilting her chin to look up at him before wrinkling her nose. “Your breath stinks.” She growled in her sexy morning voice.

“That’s great, because yours does as well.” She grunted and he smiled.

“Seriously, close your mouth.” She moaned. Zayn chuckled and rolled away from her. “It’s tough being so beautiful.” He sighed dramatically. “Everyone automatically assumes that you can’t be smelly.” He got up and Joey’s eyes widened. Why were his pants so low? Her mind was whining at the gods. His bum…good lord.

“Pull up your pants please.” She mumbled, rolling over. Zayn pouted, wiggling his arse around in the air.

“Why? Don’t you like my yummy bum?”

 Joey snorted. “A bit too much.” She muttered to herself.

“What was that?” Zayn turned around, honestly not hearing what she said. Joey groaned. “Nothing, go away.” She pulled one of the pillows off of the futon behind her over her head and Zayn chuckled.

“C’mon, you’ve got to get up.”

“We don’t have practice today.” She said, muffled by the pillow.

“We don’t have gills, but we swim anyway.”

“What the fu-”

“Never mind, just get up.”

“No.”

“I’ll pants you.”

“I’ll give you a wet willy.”

“Ew.”

“Thas right.”

“C’mon Joe.”

“I never said you could call me Joe.”

“Get up and I won’t call you Joe ever again.”

“I like it when you say my name though.”

“You do?”

“It would be better if you were screaming it.”

Zayn’s eyes widened and he smiled slowly. He walked up to the suede bean bag and dropped onto it, crawling up to Joey on all fours. He licked his lips when she peaked over the edge of the pillow.

“Really Joey? You really want me to?” He whispered. She pulled the pillow off of her and grinned up at him.

“Oh yes please.” She growled, her eyes trailing to his chest.