*Play the song when it says*
I was moving on well without her. I wish that wasn't the case. A part of me thought she would come back, we could reconcile and everything would go back to the way it was. I was kidding myself with that, nothing could be the same. Nevertheless, Zayn and I were officially together now and he managed to make it better but he couldn't replace her, my "best friend." He was a great boyfriend though. His cute morning messages and surprise visits proved that, and not to be cliche but he did treat me like a princess too and never initiated anything without asking me.
It was late afternoon when I heard him knock on the front door. I went to let him in and was met with the cutest sight ever; my boyfriend wrapped in a scarf holding two coffee cups.
"Hello," I sang whilst smiling.
"It's me," he began to sing, " I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet....."
And off he went serenading me as he followed behind me through the apartment. I couldn't help find it funny and endearing at the same time. Placing the cups on the counter he took hold of my cold hands in his warm ones to dance. He stopped just as fast as he was going to start.
"Wow. Cammie, your hands are freezing."
"I know," I replied pulling his hands back as he tried to let go.
"You do know that I'm the one who was outside right?" He joked as he interlocked our fingers.
"Yes. I know. But it's always cold so what do you want me to do?" I gave him a pointed look.
He drew me closer and I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me up, his arms hooked under my legs so I wrapped them around his waist. At first we embraced each other, his warmth running through me. I pulled back so our foreheads were touching.
"Can I -?" He asked with slightly dilated pupils before I interrupted him. My hands moved from his neck to his hair as we kissed. Our lips moving at a slow pace at first which managed to quicken within a few seconds. I decided to take it a step further and slipped my tongue in when the oppurtunity arose. His lips stopped moving briefly, a sure sign he was not expecting that in the slightest. Walking backwards he spun around and placed me on the counter swiftly. My arms moved back to his neck tugging him closer and he willingly obeyed. Our tongues danced fervently and suddenly heat rushed through my body as he stood in between my legs. He got a firm grip on my waist and pushed me further into him.
"Dudes!" Zayn and I looked at the doorway to the kitchen in shock. He jumped back when he saw Dinah arms-crossed and mouth agape.
"It's not what it looks like," I rushed in guiltily and said the exact same statement I had seen on any TV show ever.
"Oh really? It seems like you were practically sucking each others faces off," she raised her eyebrows at Zayn expectantly.
I could see Zayn gulp from the corner of my eye and turned my head to see him wide-eyed and lips swollen. His chest was moving up and down rapidly, as was mine from both being breathless and busted.
"Like damn guys, save it for the bedroom," she continued.
"We weren't-," I tried to explain before she intruded.
"Yeah yeah say what you want. That was some X-rated shit right there."
"Nothing was going to happen," I insisted as Zayn nodded along.
"If you say so, but seriously I'm kinda turned on right now. That was hot." She leaned against the wall with her leg propped up.
"Errrrr......," Zayn finally joined the conversation nervously.
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What Dreams Are Made Of (Camren)
Fanfic"She was hurting because of me. It was my fault. And this is how it began." Camila has had to deal with so much pain in her life that she would contemplate not having to feel it at all. The one thing that kept her grounded was her best frie...
