The car ride couldn’t have been longer. I hate car rides, and waiting. So I sat in the back seat of my mother’s care semi-eavesdropping on my mum and grandmother. They talked about work and other boring stuff that I truly didn’t care about. I patiently waited in the back seat wanting to see my lovable boyfriend.
Louis is perfect. He has the softest hair I’ve ever felt (or gripped at when he kisses me). His eyes are gray blue and make me weak at the knees. He’s always smiling, which is good because that boy has the most amazing smile I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love him more than anything. He’s my whole life. Being away from him was impossible in the beginning of our relationship, but I’ve adapted. We Skype almost every night and whenever I see him on the screen I have to hold back my tears.
Whenever we plan to re-unite I always get nervous. I’m not sure why. I know he loves me, but it just worries me that one day he won’t, anymore. It’s stupid but I always get the jitters. As I continued minor freak-out, Zayn and Niall (our two best friends) sat on either side of me in the back seat. I casually looked over Zayn’s shoulder to see who he’s texting. It was Louis. The text said
“Ur gf is frking out. Txt her”. Not even seconds later I got a text from him.
“U ok?” I texted him back saying that I was fine just excited to see him, but before I sent it Zayn looked over my shoulder and took my phone. He looked at me with a smirk of an expression.
“Don’t lie.” he said. I flipped him off and reached for my phone. Instead he held it away from me, typed something and sent it. Then he put it Nialler’s bag of chips. I attempted to give him a dead leg, but that boy had muscles, so instead I held my hurt fist. Ni handed it back to me and I saw that Zayn had sent Lou a message and my boyfriend replied with
“Why are you nervous? Babe Im not gunna dump you. Youre my life. Dont worry.” I kissed Zayn’s cheek lightly to thank him. He understood but I could tell he thought of it as something more.
Zayn’s loved me ever since I started to hang out with him. He told me himself, after he took my V-card. Yes, Zayn Malik was my first. I met him backstage at one of the lad’s concerts when I was sixteen. He grabbed my phone and put his number in it, and called me. That was the best concert of my life. I ended up dating him for about three years. On my seventeenth birthday we went out clubbing and went to his house afterwards. That’s when I lost my virginity. It was a perfect night. I remember every detail.
I was wearing my tight, dark blue skinny jeans and my leathery black shirt. It was raven-black with silvery zippers under the bust and was strapless which made it showed of my curves perfectly. My hair was straightened and my copper colored bangs were pinned back, offsetting my natural brown hair. I had on a thick layer of eyeliner on my top lids and a cat eye was formed in the corners. Zayn looked stunning as well. He had on his usual clothes but his hair (which was, in my opinion, his best feature other than his eyes) looked perfect. It was spiked up and his new blonde streak made him even sexier. After a few hours of clubbing with the our friends (and having them all take body shots off of me along with countless grinding sessions with my best friend, Zayn and Harry) Zayn drove me over to his house. It was my first time spending the night (with permission from my parents) and I was ecstatic about it. Once we got into the driveway he told me to wait in the car. I did as I was told and thought nothing of it. Then he came back outside and motioned for me to come over to him. I left my purse in the car and walked up to him. He covered my eyes and we walked to his bedroom. Once he uncovered my eyes I saw his bed covered in rose petals. The pillows were just the way I liked them (which was a certain way) and there was a box of rubbers on the nightstand. It was perfect. He was perfect.
My thoughts snapped back to my phone as I felt it buzz on my lap. Zayn had texted me saying
“ur welcme “. I smiled at my phone and texted Louis back, explaining the situation.
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