HIGH

Chapter 40. Forward

Concern was clear on his features, his forehead was crinkled in deep thought. I watched him intently while trying to think of something to say. A dinner didn’t sound so bad. As long as I was with him through the whole thing I’d be safe.

"We won’t have to stay for the whole thing, right?" I asked him softly. It was odd seeing him looking so down. I wanted to reach out and comfort him but decided against it.

"Probably not. We just have to show up. As long as we show up it’ll be good." His voice was distant as if he wasn’t talking to me but more to himself.

"I have to go in today, I’m already late as it is. I’ll see you at 4:30. Find something to wear, there should be something in the guest room closet for you." 

Zayn abruptly stood up from his seat.

"Four knocks at the door remember? Don’t let anyone else in."

 Before I could even acknowledge what he had said, his lips were pressed against my cheek. The gesture was gentle while he lingered for only a second. I was rigid in my seat unsure of how to react. His attempt of some sort of kindness had me completely dumbfounded. I leaned into him as his hand slowly crept up along the side of my other cheek in a slow manner.

 His hand swiftly retracted back as did his body. We stood apart from one another awkwardly until he dipped his head and bounded off to the upstairs bedroom for clothes.

 A warm feeling buzzed in the pit of my stomach. I could feel a smile playing its way onto my features while remaining rooted to the spot. I could hear his feet thundering down the stairs then the door close shut once he left the house.

 Zayn was off to work, while I, was still confused about the previous events.

 ***

 I stayed in his clothes not even bothering to change out of them. For a while I spent my time wandering around the huge house. This house felt more lived in than the other. Paintings decorated the walls in a tasteful fashion. Blankets and pillows were placed on the couches. There were certain touches added in that reminded me of him. In total, despite it’s high end- modern day style, the house was cozier than the first. I preferred this one more. I avoided the guest bedroom though. I hadn’t gone in there since he had left. 

 I don’t think I’d be able to handle the pressure, or the vivd memory of him and I in that room. Don’t get me wrong though. I’m floating on a fucking cloud right now. The fuzzy feeling had rekindled in the pit of my stomach only then to spread over my whole body once he kissed my cheek. I’d never say it aloud, but he has to be the best I’ve had. The thrill he had given me, the way he made me feel, never has that ever happened to me. It was incredible. Especially all of his little touches, the small gestures of pulling me towards him or tracing patterns in my skin with the tips of his fingers. He knew what he did to me. He knew how to get me to react the way he wanted.I was the same to him. It was incredible how the slightest touch from me made him squirm. We both reacted to one another in such similar ways. We resembled magnets; how we constantly conform around one another. It was strange that I was more confident around him completely exposed.

 I settled myself down in the living room with the TV on. I didn’t pay any mind to the TV. I was zoned out in my thoughts. Since being with Zayn, that’s been happening lately. I find myself overthinking things- perhaps even too much. He keeps me on my toes though.

Zayn and I have been in this…situation for about a month or so. And as things have progressed, everything has been changing. Literally, everything. Including Zayn.

 The house have been changing. The people have been changing. Zayn himself, the way he is around me,  the way he talks to me, everything is changing. And after last night- after what we did- things have most definitely changed.