My Brothers Best Friend {Z.M}

8.

    Esme

    We stayed at the beach for a little while longer until I started complaining that it was hot. Zayn decided we could leave after being there for three hours. Zayn drives us to his house, claiming his parents won't be home until later that night. After we both said the three little words, everything turned into a cheesy movie scene. I enjoy being with Zayn, he makes me really happy. I can picture a future with him if I'm being honest.

We're sitting on the couch, his fingers rubbing my calves as I watch tv. I can feel his eyes on me but I'm ignoring his gaze. I changed into my denim shorts again, but my shirt was wet so I'm wearing one of Zayn's. It stops at my mid thigh, and it's actually very warm.

"Babe." Zayn's voice states, causing me to tear my attentions away from the tv show that is playing and to him. His normal gelled hair is now in a small ponytail. His caramel eyes are sparkling, as his bottom lip sticks out in a small pout. He looks so adorable right now.

"What do you want?" I ask with a soft smile. Zayn fingers stop tracing over my calves causing a soft puff of air to leave my lips. Zayn chuckles softly, before he shifts some leaning back some his eyes staying on me.

"I was thinking we head up to my bedroom. My mom will be any minute now." Zayn states causing me to nod. I don't make an effort of getting up as I continue lying my legs across his lap. Zayn continues looking at me as I watch the tv.

"Esme. Get up." Zayn states laughing softly. I look over at him rolling my eyes. I swing my legs off his lap before standing up. I cross my arms in front of me standing in front of Zayn. I stick out my bottom lip because I was really comfortable. He just ruined that. Zayn stands up, standing really close to me. He looks down at me before he leans down pressing his lips against mine.

I hum softly, letting my lips move slowly against his, as my arms wrap around his neck. I can feel his hands grab my waist, tugging me a little closer to me. I lock my fingers together, as I feel him smile. We kiss softly, in the middle of the living without a care in the world. I wouldn't change anything right at this moment.

Our kiss gets cut short as there is a knock on the door. Zayn groans softly pulling away. He kisses my cheek before pulling away altogether. He turns around walking down the hallway, and I can hear him opening the front door. At first nothing is heard. I get curious, so I walk in the direction he did. Outside is standing my brother. I can see his lips moving together. I frown softly, before walking behind Zayn. Brayden's eyes catches mine, as he shakes his head.

"Of course you'll be here." Brayden grumbles, he seems aggravated at something. Zayn turns his head looking at me, before he sighs softly. He then looks back at Brayden, his hand resting against the door. I don't know what happened between them before I walked up. I don't know if I want to know actually.

"She's my girlfriend what do you expect. What do you want?" Zayn asks standing there still, I can hear the aggravation in his voice. If you saw these two right now, you wouldn't think about them being best friends. I came in between them and I feel horrible about it.

"Austin is throwing a party, and he wanted you to come help tomorrow night. He said he couldn't get ahold of you." Brayden states, his voice coming out neutral, no longer displaying the amount of anger he did. Zayn nods, some words are spoken, but I don't quite catch them as he shuts the door and turns around to face me. His usual honey brown eyes are now a darker color.

"Everything alright baby?" I ask softly, my hands reaching out towards his arms as he sighs softly. He looks down at me before he captures my lips against his. I instantly kiss him back, feelings his hand slide down my side and towards my waist. The kiss is hard and rough. Not like our normal kisses. I push him against the door as he chuckles against my lips.