Zayn's P.O.V
We lay close to each other, so close I cold feel her breath on my chest. I sang softly as she feel asleep, her grip on my skin easing slightly. She said something in her sleep, her voice different to her usual sarcasm or innocence.
"I...lo-ve you," she whispered, my heart skipping a beat.
I smiled and rested my chin on her head, rubbing her bare shoulders under the duvet.
"I love you too."
I said it. No going back.
I knew that she probably wouldn't remember any of this in morning, even though her grip on me tightened as I said it. And it felt...good saying it.
I looked at her in my arms and I knew, I just knew. It was nothing I had really felt before, she was different to the other girls I had been with. The others didn't make me feel this way, I just messed around with them and that was it. But with Perrie...I wanted to do it with her yet I wanted to protect her at the same time, she was fragile she's not like other girls. She suddenly groaned, her eyes flickering open and looking up at me.
"Did...did you say something?" she asked.
I smiled and shook my head,
"Sssh, no. Sleep," I whispered.
She kissed my chest and up my neck until she reached my jaw line, turning my head to bite her lip. I kissed her softly and wished I had just said it to her face, but I wasn't ready to face reality.
"Okay, I'm tired now," she yawned, making me laugh.
"I know, go to sleep," I said, continuing to kiss her neck.
She made a little noise of appreciation and closed her eyes again, her head soon heavy as she fell asleep. I did the same and pulled her close, the curve of our bodies just fitting in. She was perfect...no matter how clichéd it sounds.
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The sun was streaming through the curtains and stinging my eyelids, the bed felt weirdly empty.
"Perrie..." I groaned sleepily.
I opened my eyes and gasped as she pounced on me, laughing husterically at my reaction.
"Raaah!" she roared, giggling to herself.
I laughed and pinned her to the bed, rolling on top of her. I flicked my nose against hers and smiled, her heart beating against my chest with excitement.
"Your a naughty girl," I said hoarsely, kissing her hungrily.
"Are you going to punish me?"
I laughed as she played along, her foot sliding up the back of my leg and making me want her more.
Don't Zayn...stop.
"Do you want me to?"
She nodded excitedly and pushed herself closer to me, lust taking over.
"Are you sure?"
"Zayn...just do it," she whispered, pulling my lips onto hers.
"I don't want to hurt you again..."
She smiled sadly and sat up straight, the sheets falling below her bust. I looked away as she took my hand, placing it on her chest and the other on her jaw line.
"I feel comfortable around you," she said quietly, "I want you to touch me...it's what I'm here for."
"Don't say that," I snapped,
"your...your worth more to me than that."
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Zayn's Maid
FanfictionWhen the day of the dreaded auction at the POG ( the premium orphanage for girls) finally arrives, Perrie, the reserved 15-year-old brunette, tries her best to make herself "invisible." But when Zayn, a sexy tattooed pervert who just so happens to b...