DAMAGED (the love begins)

Chapter 4- Dreams

Sitting by the lake is the most peaceful things you can do. I like to stay calm all the time but of course somethings or someone can always ruin your day. So before making any decisions, I try to calm myself and then think with an open mind.

I love this place. It always makes me happy. The environment is so calm and amazing. Birds chirping, water splashing sounds, animals, nature and me. This is my place. And I don't like sharing, at all. But obviously I have too.

Suddenly, I hear noise from behind me. Who could it be and this hour, I mean it's 2 in the morning. But I'm not gonna turn around to look. My mum always used to say 'never turn around to look who's behind you, it might be danger'.
I patiently wait until that person is sitting beside me.

By the scent of the cologne, I can tell exactly who it is. Zayn. I don't bother to look at him. If he came here to apologize...wait, why would he? He never apologizes even if it is his fault. He's Zayn Malik. He wouldn't even think about apologizing.

"Ummm" he tried to start the conversation nervously. wait what? nervously? Zayn Malik? I'm must be dreaming. Pinch me. "I...I'm so..sorry about my behavior early today" shit. He stuttered. Wow. I am dreaming.

Seeing him like this doesn't feel right. He looks so vulnerable. Wait no, I don't care. He has hurt me a lot. He made me cry for no reason. Didn't even give a chance to actually know me.

I'm pissed now.

"Look I now I was mean but-" I cut him off instantly.

"Save it, Malik"

I get up to leave but he hold my hand. He turns me around so I'm facing him and puts both his hands on my cheeks. As soon as his skin made contact with mine, I felt current run through my body. I wonder if he felt it too.

"You feel that?" He asked, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I feel numb all of the sudden. I nod. He leans in and his eyes make contact with my lips. Shit. I know what's he's thinking.

My mind is screaming 'No, not this time' but my heart wants to feel his soft lips again. I know I will regret this but I lean towards him and kiss him.

His hand instantly making contact with my hair and my hands around his neck.
I should stop. I try to pull away but he deepens the kiss and soon we are making out. I didn't want this but it feels so good. Wow. Never have I thought making out would feel this good.

He pulls away and pushes me on the ground. I fall on my back. What the hell? but soon he's on top of me kissing me again. I run my hands through his hair. Damn they're soft. And wrap my legs around his waist. His hands are on either side of my face and grinding his hip on to my pelvis.

I shouldn't be doing this but the feeling in amazing. I try to push him away one more time but it encourages him even more. One of his Hands come between us and he grabs on to my breasts and squeezes it. I moan.

He pulls away, both of us out of breath, staring at each other.

"I want you do bad" he says as he kisses down my neck.

"We can't, Zayn. we barely know each other"

"I don't care baby, I just wanna make you feel good" he says as he thrusts hard against me. I can't take it anymore. I flip us over so he's laying on the ground and I'm on top, sitting on his lower abandon, grinding my hips against his now hard on while kissing down his jawline to his neck.

"Laila!!!"

I hear someone calling me from far distance but right now I don't care.

"Laila!" The voice is getting closer.
"Laila" it sounds like Jasmine.

"LAILA!! wake up man. You have to go to your class"

"No, Jasmine. Let me sleep."

"Hurry up Laila or I'll throw water on you"

"Fine I'm up" I grunt. Then it hits me. My dream. Me and Zayn were almost gonna have sex? no way. If Jasmine finds out, she'll be super happy that I'm having sexual dreams about him and I've only know him for 3 days. Actually no, he has known me for 3 days. I was a hardcore fan so I knew him before he knew me. Does that make sense??

I quickly get out of my bed and make my way to the bathroom and shower. After shower, changed into a dress with flower print on it. I left my hair natural, I mean no one cares about how I look, so why even try? I put some makeup, not too much though.

I make my way downstairs and say bye to Jasmine and then leave.

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ugh sitting in psychology class first thing in the morning is not a good idea. And guess what we're talking about? Dreams. Just perfect.

"So tell me guys, why do we have dreams?" our professor asked.

My mind goes back to my dream. Shit. It was officially my weirdest dream ever.

"Laila, why don't you tell us" of course he picked me after all I was the smartest in class.

"Our dreams mystify us and often leave us waking up confused, disoriented, frightened, or perhaps very, very satisfied. Freud, of course, proposed that our dreams represent unconscious wishes that we're afraid to express in our waking life. The most recent explanations aren't totally incompatible with this theory. According to the activation-synthesis model, dreams are stories that we create out of the random stimulation that occurs in the brain while we sleep. The updated activation-integration-modulation model proposes that dreams reflect the activity of regions of the brain active at a particular moment as well as the activity of particular neurotransmitters. This neuroscience explanation regards the stories we make up as reflecting, in part, our hidden desires, but they are not primarily the products of repressed wishes." I explain proudly. And then I realize what I just said.

"Good job Laila" he says as he continue to explain.

Really? is having sex with Zayn my hidden desires? No it can't be. I mean I was a fan but not anymore. I don't even care about him anymore. I think?

After class, I make my way over to the studio to rehearse with the boys. As I make my way over I over hear them talk about me. Why are they talking about me?

"What else?" I heard Liam say

"Then, I stopped her, and started kissing her. The kissing turned into a make out session and I pushed her onto the ground and kept kissing her" I heard a thick Bradford accent and know exactly who he was. Zayn. Wait a minute. What he said sounded really familiar.

Holy shit.

It can't be. How is that possible?

"So you're basically saying you had a wet dream about Laila?" Harry asked a little excited.

No. How? I'm so confused. That was my dream. How is that even possible?
I quickly turn around to leave but was stopped by someone's voice.

"What are you doing here?" he paused for a second before asking me another question. "Did you hear anything?"

I felt so numb. I turned around and meet his honey brown eyes. The most beautiful eyes ever. I couldn't speak because infront of me was the one and only person, who I had a sexual dream about. Zayn.


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