Same Mistakes -Zayn Malik-

Job

"Welcome to our complex Kiera!" Mr.Burton said walking toward a door. For some reason I wasn't nervous.

"You sit here. Mr. Payne will be here soon." he said leaving me in the room. I nodded and sat down.

I twilled my thumbs. It seemed that this 'Mr. Payne' was a very slow walker. Finally the door opened and I stood up.

"Hello Mr. Payne." I said sticking out my hand. He took it and smiled.

"Same to you Ms. O'Prin." I found it odd that he had a lip ring. Was he, one of Zayn's friends?

"So, lets start with relationship status. You may believe that was a bit personal. It is necessary to know of visitors or calls off." He smiled. His words were soft spoken, nothing seemed harsh.

"Taken." I responded.

"Ok. Health issues?"

"None."

"Great. How did you get this interview?" his head tilted to the side and his eyebrow raised.

"Teacher recommended me."

"Mind telling me his name?"

"Professor Walden." I answered simply. I felt like I was beng dry, I was just answering the questions.

"Last one," Liam said smiling. "Work well with others and would you be willing to be put on a project with a stranger?"

"I do work well with others and yes I would be willing." I smiled back.

"We will mail you your results." Liam opened the door for me to walk out. I nodded at him and walked out.

I walked in the door. Zayn was on the couch watching the futball.

"Hey." I said taking off my coat. He got up and put my briefcase to the ground

"Hey." Zayn responded.

"So there was this guy -" he put his finger on my lips.

"Save it for after tomorrow." He kissed me. Before I knew it, Zayn's lips were placed on mine, his hand sliding towards my butt.

"Pre-Birthday sex?" he asked smirking.

"How could I say no?" I said walking into the bedroom. 

"I hoped you would say that." I pushed him onto the bed.

I woke up without Zayn in sight. I walked over the the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped down and walked in. Morning showers are the best to me. The cold droplets of water wake me up and get my thoughts going.

I rubbed out my shampoo and walked out. I went into my, our, room and changed. Simple campus shirt and some sweats. 

"Hey Kiera." Zayn kissed my nose. "Where are you going?"

"Gym." I replied walking to the door. He jumped out and blocked it.

"Not on your birthday." Zayn picked me up, restraining from any movement.

"Zayn!" I squealed happily. His tattooed biceps flexed with my weight. I looked to his lips. His lips full with the one lip ring., longing for the feeling of the warmth yet cold.

"Here. I made you breakfast. It's probably shit but it should be the thought." He smiled at me. I put a fork full of his scrambled eggs in my mouth. He was right, it did taste like shit. Zayn put the thought into it anyway, I don't want to hurt his feelings either way. 

"Not bad." I lied. He shook his head and took a seat.

"So, what esle do you want?"