falling in love with the enemy ➳ [z.m.]

Chapter 9.

Mari's POV

         I've been laying down in this bed for the past 3 days.

        Doing absolutely nothing.

         Zayn hasn't said a word to me since a couple days ago. No one has even come in here to check on me to see if I'm dead or not. But, I'm still here...in this room. For now at least...

         I'm escaping tonight. I don't know how I'm gonna do it. But I'm going to do it. I can't stay here anymore. Fuck Zayn and his little plan. He could die for all I care.

        No...I really don't mean that.

         Zayn had been on my mind constantly. I mean I miss him...I really do. Even though he doesn't even acknowledge my presence at all, that night at the club is still imprinted in my mind even though it's been like a week now.

         I have tried everything to get that moment out of my head...

         But nothing works. I end up thinking about him more than I did before...

         I slide on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I put my leather jacket on and zip it up. I take a deep breath and look out the window.

         It's not that far down. I could make it. But, I will have to run somewhere. Not back to the house. Just somewhere. I don't have it all figured out yet. But, I will have to eventually.

         Suddenly I hear a knock on the door and I freeze dead in my tracks. I feel a pair of intense eyes on me. Moments later, I feel the presence of someone behind me and I know who it is instantly.

         It's Zayn.

         Zayn leans down and starts to breathe in my ear.

         "Hi," he mumbles before he starts to slowly kiss down my neck.

         "What are you doing?" I ask.

         "Shhh," he says in between kisses.

         I close my eyes and bite my lip. I cannot even try to lie and say that I don't like what's going on right now.

         Zayn spins me around and forces me to make eye contact with him. He smirks at me and then flashes me his pretty white smile. "You're so beautiful," he says before placing his hand on the small of my back. His touch makes my skin feel like it's on fire.

         Fuck it.

         I practically jump on Zayn and crash my lips onto his. He instantly responds and our lips start to move in sync. I push Zayn on my bed forcefully and I straddle him. I bring my lips back down to his and we start to kiss again. I feel like my whole body is on fire. I've been longing to feel the feeling of Zayn's lips on mine again. And now that I have, I feel like I'm going insane. Zayn rolls me over so now that he is on top of me. His beautiful brown eyes are looking me up and down now. Zayn licks his lips and then brings his lips back down to mine. I put my hand into Zayn's hair as our kisses get more intense. Zayn lifts my shirt up and throws it on the ground beside the bed, leaving me in my hot pink bra.

         "Pink," he says between kisses. "It suits you."

         I cannot help but laugh against his lips. I roll over again so that Zayn is underneath me again. He growls at me and I cannot help but laugh.

         I pull his t-shirt over his head and my eyes freeze on his perfectly sculpted body. Several tattoos cover his body and I am intrigued by each and every one of them. I would have never thought Zayn could have gotten any sexier. But, I was mistaken.