Once Again

Back to myself

(Zayn's POV)

I roll over and slap my hand on the cold sheet next to me. I blink and sit up, rub my eyes and groan. I look around and then get up. I stand in the doorway and then hear Taylor's steady heartbeat.

I walk downstairs in just my boxers. I walk into the kitchen and see that Taylor is stretching on her tip toes to reach a glass. I could help her get the glass....or I could just watch her perky her little ass from the counter.

So I sit down, and put my hands under my chin. She groans and backs away from the counter. She holds her hand out to the glass and it flies into her hand. She sighs and then walks over to the coffee pot.

"I should go see if Zayn wants coffee." She mumbles to herself. My eyebrows raise. Even when I'm mean she still is caring...that's why I love her. She sets her cup down and turns around.

She jumps a little and then scoffs. "I have to get used to that." I smirk and she then asks me. "Would you like some coffee?" She glances up at me from under her eyelashes and her hair falls perfectly even though she just woke up.

I nod gently and she nods also. She pulls another cup out of the cabinet. She fills it with coffee and hands it to me. "Thanks." She whips back around with wide eyes.

"Wait what?!?" I look up from my mug and then scrunch my eyebrows. "I..I said thanks." She laughs. "Ha!, wait...you weren't rude." I roll my eyes. "I'm not always rude."

She rolls her eyes and smirks. I chuckle behind my mug. "So babes what is breakfast?" She turns around with her coffee and takes a slow sip. Her plump lips moist from the liquid.

I stare at them and then clear my throat. "Come here." She looks up from her cup and sets it down. She slowly walks over to me in only my t shirt. "What?"

I run my hand on her cheek and she looks into my eyes. I stare at every feature on her face. "You are gorgeous." I say without thinking making her blush.

She smiles widely and I lean in slowly to kiss her soft lips. I snap out of it and pull away quickly. "Fuck!, get out!" She backs away in fright. She frowns and comes closer but I shove her away and shout at her again. "Get the fuck out!"

She tears up and then sighs. She walks out of the kitchen and storms up the stairs. I sigh and sit back down. She almost got me..fuck her and her fucking gorgeousness...

I hear rapid footsteps and then the door slams. I flinch slightly and then groan. She walks out to her car and gets inside starting it and driving away.

I watch her drive down the road. I slam my fist on the counter and groan. "Fuck!" I run my hands through my hair and sip my coffee. Why do I even care?....I need to get my shit together.

I glare off into the distance and then I get up and speed to the bedroom. I walk into the bathroom and decide to take a quick shower. I stand under the water and think about Taylor and how she's almost successfully made me turn on my humanity.

I run a hand through my hair and sigh. I wash my torso and then rinse off. As I rinse off I think of how she looked in the bathroom last night at the bar. A complete hot mess but beautiful as ever.

The way she gripped on to me as I fucked her on the counter. Her eyes changing color and her moans. I squeeze my eyes shut. "Fuck!" I turn the water off and get out wrapping a towel around my waist.

I realize I was in the shower for a while hour. I walk out of the bathroom with wet feet padding on the ground. I open the bedroom door and as it opens I see Taylor bent over in the closet fishing for something.