Carter's POV:
"How's he feeling?" I ask seated on Louis' couch while Zayn comes into view from Louis' bedroom.
"Better he threw up a little then complained and then threw up again and now he's in bed." he explains and I nod awkwardly.
"Maybe I should-"
"I'm gonna go"
We both state and I stare at my hands to avoid eye contact with him.
"I'll go?" I offer and he nods a little before shoving his hands into his pants.
"See you around?"
"Yeah..." I say shuffeling towards the door.
"Zayn, wait"
"Yeah?" he says looking at me and I step away from the door.
"Why'd you come?"
"Because...I..."
"Be honest please, I need like-"
"I was jealous. I want you Carter. And I don't want anyone else to have you." he says staring at me from across the room. I step closer towards him and he does too until both of us just race towards each other and envelope our lips together. His hands hug my back tightly while I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I've...missed...you...so...much" he says in between breaths and I nod while he dances us to the couch. He sits with my legs still around him on Louis' couch as our lips continue to stay connected. Everything feels so rushed, like were the only people alive. It's weird with Zayn, I know he will never like me the way I like him but I just crave him constantly. I'm torn between hating him and loving him. I get this rush when he is around and I can't think straight - he makes my bones ache and my heart race.
"What are we doing Carter?" he says pulling away so our lips barely touch.
"I...I don't know" I stammer trying to recollect myself.
"You believe me don't you?"
"Of course"
"Thank god"
"Why wouldn't I?" I ask laughing a little and he pulls my shirt up just a little in the back to trace tiny circles into my skin.
"That's why I like you so much - I put you through hell but you still come back"
I know.
"Always, I will always come back." I say pecking his lips quickly.
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"No Tanner you're not getting it-"
"No I got it Carter. You went back to him again"
"But it's so much more than that"
"You're not even dating him!"
"I know..."
"You're insane"
"I know.."
"See you later?"
"Yeah"
"Be careful" she says hanging up and I place my phone next to me while I lay back in Zayn's bed. Alone.
I sit up and become worried that he literally left me in his bed. An hour ago.
