Opposites Attract

Chapter 11

Liam's POV:

Zayn pushed me up against the wall as we approached my room and kissed me, our lips moving together.

 "Can we go inside?" I said against his lips, afraid to get caught. He nodded and stepped back, letting me open the door. I opened the door and was met with shock with what I saw in front of me; Harry was under the covers, I'm assuming naked, with Louis kissing at his neck. I grabbed Zayn's hand, for some reason thinking that he could fix it. Louis' head shot up and Harry looked at us with a confused expression on his face.

"Uh, hey guys." He said and Louis jumped out of the bed, grabbing his jeans and pulled then on, then grabbed his shirt, looking at Harry.

 "I'll see you later Harry." He said and ran past Zayn and I, pulling his shirt on.

"Umm.. I'm gonna go... see what's up with him. I'm sorry guys." Zayn said and kissed me, leaving. My eyes stayed on the door after it closed until I worked up the courage to talk.

"So... obviously he called.." I said, unsure on how to handle this.

"Yeah.. he did." Harry mumbled and turned over so he was facing the wall.

 "Harry, listen. I don't feel like he's good for you.. He does pot and he drinks!" I wasn't trying to be a jerk but.. 

"I drink too, Liam." I huffed. 

"I mean what are you guys anyway? Boyfriends? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies?" I asked, my voice sounding harsher than I meant. Harry didn't move and I sighed, sitting on my bed. "He obviously doesn't care about you, Harry, or he would've stayed instead of freaking out and bailing." He sat up abruptly and glared at me.

"You don't know that. You know nothing about him." He spat, pulling the covered over his head and laid back down, spending the rest of the night like that.

*NEXT DAY DURING JOURNALISM CLASS*

 I sat in my usual seat, my eyes glued on Zayn. He seemed out of it today.. he said he had a lot on his mine but it seemed like it was more than that. The class period flew by and Zayn walked me back to my room. I had an idea on how I could cheer him up but I was incredibly nervous. Was I ready for this? I mean, I felt like Zayn was the one and I was willing but.. I don't know, it's probably just nerves.

 "Where's Harry?" He asked as we entered the room and I shrugged.

"Who knows." It WAS kinda odd that Harry wasn't here... he was always here before me. I sat on my bed and Zayn followed.

 "How is he?" He asked and I looked at him, not understanding what he was asking. "After last night, I mean."

"Oh.. He's ok.. He kinda just pouted and slept the rest of the night." I said, deciding it would be best if I didn't mention our little argument, and felt my nerves start to kick in the more I thought about what I wanted to do.

 "I'm sorry."

 "I warned him." I scooted closer to him and grabbed his face. "But enough about him... kiss me." Zayn obliged instantly and I gave in to the kiss. He put his hand on the side of my face, cupping my cheek. "I'm ready Zayn..." He looked at me, his eyes bright and full of surprise. "Make love to me, Malik." I said teasingly and he responded by kissing me again. He gently pushed me down on to the bed and laid on top of me, his lips never leaving mine.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and nodded slowly. He started kissing my neck and I could already feel myself growing hard. He took my shirt off and I copied him, throwing both shirts to the floor. My heart was pounding and I'm pretty sure Zayn could hear it because he ran his lips over my chest.

"It's ok... I'm going to take care of you." He said and kissed down my stomach until he reached the top of my jeans. "Can I?" I nodded, unable to speak, the mixture of my heart racing and the lump in my throat overpowering. He slowly undid my jeans and pulled them down, leaving me in my boxers. My stomach erupted in butterflies and Zayn stopped what he was doing, crawling back up to my face. "Liam, I don't want to do this if you're scared." He said softly, running his hand over my cheek. I shook my head frantically, trying to contain the fact that I was indeed scared shitless.

"I'm fine, baby, I swear." I said and my voice shook, giving me away.

"You're shaking like crazy, you're sweating majorly and you have a death grip on the sheets." I looked at my hands and released the fabric, covering my face. "Hey hey hey, don't be embarrassed. baby, it's completely ok." Zayn soothed and I felt tears form in my eyes as I nodded.

 "I'm sorry..." I couldn't help but feel guilty; I told him to make love to me and now I was backing out.

 "Don't be. I... I love you, ok?" My heart once again started pounding in my chest as I registered  his words. I've always felt a love for him that was stronger than anything I've ever felt since the day I met him at that party, but I never thought he would feel the same.

"I... I love you too, Zayn." He smiled and kissed me and we spent the rest of the time cuddling. I smiled against his chest as he played with his hair, unable to contain my happiness.