Zayn's Maid

Chapter 28

Perrie's P.O.V

When he squeezed me gently I started shaking, my heart was thumping in my chest and I could feel my throat closing up. He ran his finger down my rib cage and groaned, laying me down slowly. My breathing was growing rapid, I was nervous but I wanted to do it so badly. I squeezed his hand as he thrust into me slowly, my toes automatically curling. I moaned loudly and pressed my lips against his, screwing my eyes tightly shut. It hurt a little bit but he kept a slow pace as he said he didn't want me to be in pain and my body soon got used to it. He breathed into my mouth and squeezed the headboard above me, whimpering as if he was the one in pain.

"Perrie...I need to," he moaned loudly and struggled to speak, "I need to tell you something."

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned by the worried look on his face.

"Nothing, it's just...last night? Do you remember what you said?"

I racked my brain and tried to forget the fact that he was inside me, shaking my head eventually. Last night was a tired blur of cute lyrics and bloodshot eyes.

"No, why?" I was curious, I wanted to know what he was thinking.

"You said...you said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

His eyes were pleading with me and I felt my stomach twisting, I had been ignoring this feeling as I knew nothing would come of it.

"I said that?"

He nodded and looked away with disappointment, giving me a big stab in the heart as I had hurt his feelings.

"Because...I really like you Perrie."

I gasped and winced as it hurt me, Zayn's face falling. He kissed me again and again, his hands cupping my face. The words were spinning in my head along with the fear of what was going on inside me, something didn't feel right. He couldn't feel the way that I did about him.

"Your...your lying," I breathed.

He broke the kiss and looked down at me, his eyes making me feel guilty.

"What no-"

"Zayn get off me," I said firmly, "get off me!"

"Perrie don't-"

He kissed me hungrily, the pain inside me growing stronger. I cried loudly, my back arching with the discomfort.

"Zayn...your hurting me."

The fear flashed in his eyes, a tear running down his cheek.

"I'm so-"

"Just get off me!" I begged.

He nodded and left me feeling empty, my legs trembling. His hand reached out to me and I flinched, curling up into a ball.

"Perrie..."

"Your a liar!" I cried, "you promised. I don't want you to break my heart cause I know exactly what your like Zayn Malik!"

He turned my chin to face him but I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Hey...don't say that."

A tear fell from my cheek as I stood up, pulling my clothes on and packing a bag. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, my chest extremely tight. He caught my arm but I snatched it away quickly, barging last him. I had to get out of there before it got worse, if I stayed any longer both of us would get hurt.

I loved him so much and that's why I had to let him go.

It felt like I had been shattered into a million pieces and couldn't possibly be put back together, no matter how strong the glue was. I flung the door open and sprinted down the stairs, Zayn following close behind.

"Perrie stop, please," he begged.

"If I stay here then both of us will get hurt and I can't risk that...and not just physically but mentally," I said shakily.

"Where will you go?"

"Why should you care?!" I screamed.

He caught my arm and spun me round, throwing me hard against the door and leaving me breathless. The tears streamed down my face and I felt they would never stop, my bag falling to the ground.

"Because I love you..." he whispered, pressing his lips against mine hesitantly an pushing his body against me.

I looked up at his eyes, hidden by his eyelids and remarkably long lashes...I couldn't pull away. I closed my eyes to feel what was inside, his arm braced by my head in case I tried to run away. But I couldn't.

I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, raking my fingers through his hair.

His hand slipped to my waist, resting my head on his shoulder as he swayed. He sang the familiar song he sang to me last night, holding my hand up with our fingers intertwined. The sound of his voice tickled my ear and sent goosebumps all over my body, my shoulders trembling.

"You scare me Zayn Malik," I whispered.

He laughed softly and nuzzled into my neck, his lips just touching my earlobe.

"I love you too."