Disguise♔ z.m

Twenty Four

(For the Lora session, listen to Use Somebody by kings of leon :) )

Taking in a low and steady breath, I sit in front of the counter, my forearms resting on the tiled surface, watching the shirtless boy handle a pan with one hand and an egg with the other.

"Are you sure you don't want a proper meal? If it has anything to do with your weight, please do tell me-"

"No, Liam. It has nothing to do with that," I shake my head, answering." I just feel tired and nauseous.."

"Should I call the ambulance or something?" Dropping the pan and egg on the stove, he rushes over to my side, placing his both hands on my arms. Sometimes, I just don't understand how caring someone could be. I, never in a million years, can be this way, which is a bad thing. His chocolate brown eyes sink into mine with worry, and I was melting from embarrassment if I was to tell him I was on my period.

"It's nothing serious." I give him a sly smile.

"Nothing serious?" He huffs." Being nauseous is nothing serious?"

"I am just on my period. That's all. It happens," I shrug my shoulders, earning arching brows from the light chestnut brunet.

"Aw, baby," He places his arms beneath my thighs and cradles me, walking out of the kitchen and into the sitting room, where he sets my body on the couch.

I flush. My nerves intensify. I have never said this to a guy before. It's personal, that's what I think.

"Baby," he coos like a little child.

"Stop it!" I whine frustratingly.

He straddles my waist and lowers his firm chest to meet mine, where his lips leave showers of kisses on my throat and the hollow fold behind my collar bone. His hands clasp around the hem of my dress, hesitating before totally pulling it upwards and making a pile of crumbled material beneath my lower chest. Tenderly running his fingers up my navel, I shiver beneath him. The soft touch his fingers leave on my skin is driving me insane. How on earth does he not have anything in his mind saying," She's bleeding and turning her on should be the last thing needed," ?

"Don't," I breathily utter.

"I won't."

"We can't."

"We won't." He lowers himself again to kiss my ribs, simultaneously hooking his left hand over my buttock." When can we?"'

"When I am done?" I laugh softly.

"How will I ever wait for then?" He kisses the valley of my breasts by continuously shifting the dress upwards, so much emotions pouring from one single act. One touch, two breaths, were the two things I could only hear. At this moment, when he stopped kissing me and focused at the way I fluttered my lashes, I realized that I had to stop chasing. I had to stop chasing my feelings for Zayn. I had to stop chasing my only friend, Marcel. I don't want to lose contact with Marcel, but he leaves me no choice. Such a pity we couldn't last. It breaks a major part of me. I really wanted someone I could talk to. I have Veronica, and that, I know, but I always wanted a male friend. I always wanted to hear the opposite gender's opinion.

"If you really want it, you will wait." I had no idea when I became so philosophical, but watching his crooked smile form at the corner of his lips, made me believe he was the axis I was revolving on.

It's stupid. It's stupid to like someone this much only being with them for a few days. There's so much to know about him. I want to know whether he drinks cold coffee in the morning, or whether he falls asleep to the television.

"So much to know, yet little time." I comment.

He seemed to immediately understand what I meant.