Princess (Ziam)

Bulwark

I really am spoiling you guys 😘

Chapter 13:

I couldn't concentrate on anything. I reread the question on my history homework twelve times, trying to pay attention to what it was asking, but I kept thinking about the events of the day. The jacket. Louis' story. What Zayn said. It kept replaying over and over again in my mind.

"Maybe that's because I'm terrified of what I want."

What did he want? And what could possibly be that terrifying? I mean, I was terrified of what I wanted. I was terrified of how much I liked Zayn, even if he would never even think twice about me. But that was completely different.

I looked over at the end of my bed where I threw down the jacket, and couldn't help but set my homework aside to reach for it. I smelled it, but it didn't have Zayn's scent lingering on it. And, sure, it was warm, but a different kind of warm. It sickened me how much I wanted the old jacket again. Or even the leather one that ran too far down my body and arms.

I jumped as I heard a knock on the window, rolling my eyes as I saw Zayn there. I pushed the jacket underneath my pillow and got off of my bed, unlocking the window and lifting it up.

"Why are you here? What part of 'leave me alone' do you not understand?" I asked.

"What part of 'I'm not leaving you alone ever' do you not understand?" He shot back. "Now, move back." He said, and I shook my head.

"No. This is my house, and I said to stop coming over. I hate you for letting me trust you, and I just want to finish my homework." I complained, going to continue but the words were caught in my throat as Zayn hoisted himself up, our faces coming into close contact.

"Care to move now?" He smirked, and I moved away, looking down to hide my blush because the only thing I could imagine when he was that close was our lips touching. I've never wanted to kiss someone that way.

He climbed into my room as I sat back on my bed, picking up my history book and looking at the worksheet again. I was trying to distract myself from him but his presence was hard to ignore when he climbed onto my bed, his face right in front of mine as I looked up.

"I see you kept the jacket, princess." He smirked, reaching under my pillow and pulling it out, holding it up to me.

"You didn't leave me a choice. Not like I'm gonna wear it." I said, and he looked at me with a serious expression.

"Yes you are." He announced, and it was something about the way he said it that made my heart stop. I looked him in the eyes, amazed by how gorgeous they were. They were a light brown that shone in the bit of light streaming through my window. They had little gold-like specks in them, and they were better than any sunset.

I gulped as his eyes traveled down my face. My eyes followed along until I was staring at his lips. His were a deeper pink than mine were. They seemed to be rougher than mine as well, but I wanted nothing more than to press my own to his.

My breath hitched as he dropped the jacket down and lifted his hand up to my cheek. I flinched at the gentle touch, not feeling anything so soft and caring in so long. It's only been fists and slaps, gashes and whips, kicks and grabs. Never has anyone been this gentle, and I knew I should look away, but I couldn't. Especially not when he bit down on his lip.

I felt his breath on my lips, and I wanted this more than I've wanted anything in my life, but it wasn't suppose to happen.

The front door opened, and I froze, my eyes flashing to Zayn's in fear. I held my breath, feeling Zayn's hand fall to my thigh and squeeze as if in reassurance. Finally, I sighed in relief as I heard my mum's voice.