The last isle with our seat numbers contained two seats on either side. Natalie quickly pulled Zayn to sit with her on the left, dramatically gasping as I stood with a confused look.
"Guess you'll have to take that seat next to grandma right there." She pointed, caressing her fingers in circular motions on Zayn's chest.
"It's not a big deal." Zayn added, "You're still right next to me."
"Because that's what I really want right now." I rolled my eyes at him and took the other seat with the elderly woman.
Natalie took advantage of every one of my glimpses to disturb Zayn's peace and invade his mouth with her tongue, sloppily swirling it around with his. Zayn, being Zayn, didn't hesitate to return the favor at all. Watching them both make out and get ready to tear their clothes off and have a wild sex feast on the ground made me uneasy. The elderly woman noticed my trembling hands and my struggle to breathe calmly. I couldn't help but look over again and see Natalie whisper into Zayn's ear with a kinky gesture, followed by a wink as she walked away to the bathroom, shooting down one of her infamous glares to me. Zayn stood after a minute or two, making my heart drop.
"Zayn...you're not...going....to....right?" I stared up at him, tears swelling up in my eyes.
He bit down on his lip, glanced down at the ground and slowly walked away. I let out a soft cry, quickly covering my mouth. I wiped my tears, feeling the old woman's eyes on me again.
"He's your boyfriend?" She asked, pointing to where Zayn was sitting.
"That's exactly what I thought..but guess not." I chuckled bitterly.
"It's obvious you love him." She pointed out.
"There's more lust than love in this." I muttered.
"I'm sure he loves you too."
I laughed at the comment and crossed my arms, slouching back with my feet up. Zayn came back no less than two minutes later with a bottle of water. He looked at me and sat down, evidently showing that he didn't do anything else but grab a water bottle. I stared at him and he showed me the water bottle without a word, taking a sip and relaxing. I smiled a little, still obviously hurt by all the kissing.
"Told you." The old woman smirked, shaking her head a little in laughter.
Natalie strutted back with her arms crossed, sitting back down with Zayn. I had never seen a beautiful woman look so rejected, angry and embarrassed. I held back my laughter, turning my head to face the woman next to me.
"Say, what's your name?" I asked.
"Grace Wells. And you?" She smiled kindly.
"Serenity." I replied, shaking her hand.
To no surprise, she began knitting half way through the plane ride, making small talk to me about her grand kids that were very successful business majors in France. She went on and on about how incredible her grand son was.
"His name is Nathan, he's 23 and an amazing artist. He's quite a ladies' man, but I wouldn't say he takes advantage of him. My Nathan is polite, well mannered, successful, handsome and he's got a good humor." She nudged me, then showed me a picture.
"Uh..sounds..lovely?" I smiled, not knowing where this is going.
Once we landed, I woke to someone slapping the back of my head. I gasped and held my head, looking up.
"Get up and hurry up." Natalie hissed, getting her purse down and walking out.
"You're such a pain." I grunted quietly and got up, getting my bag and rushing behind her since Zayn was in the front.
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Wicked Lust
FanfictionDark. A person who sees the world as a bad place, who sees nothing good anywhere they turn, who thinks that there is no hope of anything, until they come across an unlikely world; light. Serenity was a confused girl, not knowing who she was or wh...
