Summer fling or the real thing? Zayn Malik trilogy Fanfiction

chapter 6 Jason not Jace

Chapter 6:

Zayn smiled at the lady taking his card back and we walk out. Heading to the car I laugh and said “if I keep eating out I’m going to get fat”.  Zayn pushed me softly against the car and said “you can gain twenty more pounds and I will still want you”. My guilty conscious reminds me that I’m not Zayn’s to have but Jason’s but I laugh it off and thank him. Zayn was still lending against me and breathing heavy on me. I could hear Zayn steady breathing moving in and out of his chest.  Zayn lend his lips closer and closer to mine but before he could kiss me I remind him that I have a boyfriend. Zayn back up and lend on this car beside me and said “yeah, I forgot about Jace”.

“It’s Jason not Jace”, Zayn laugh and said “same thing” and wink at me. I knew that Zayn didn’t forget his name he just didn’t want to seem that he cared too much. I jumped in the car and Zayn drove me to my house. before i knew Zayn open the door for helping me out. i thank him and walk to my house, i stopped when i heard footsteps following behind me. I turned around to look at Zayn with a confused expression. Zayn smiled and said “What? After sleeping together the least I can do is walk you to your door”. I raised my eyebrow and said “all we did was sleep”. Zayn smiled and said “yeah that’s what I mean it just came out wrong” and smirk at me.

I knew he meant it the negative way, but I let it slide. He knock on the door for me as I tell him bye. Zayn pulled his arms out asking for a hug. After having a battle with my guilty conscious I walk into his arms and I lend my head on his shoulder. Zayn’s warmth filled my whole body within seconds and I didn’t want to let go. Zayn whispered to my ear “I had fun, last night and this morning”. Zayn slide his hands on to my waist and I didn’t even try to pull them back to my back. I couldn’t fight it, the touch of Zayn’s body this close to mine felt too right to pull away from. Zayn kiss me on my neck and hold me even tighter. I felt Zayn’s sharp nails digging into my skin even though it was painful hearing Zayn heavy breathing in my ear eased the pain.

I heard the door creaking open and I let go of Zayn. My father opened the door, I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I knew he was still drinking from last night. Zayn eyes were wide open from seeing my father shirtless and in his boxer opening to the door. Zayn tried to hide his smile but I caught it before it went away. “Who the hell are you, how do you know my daughter” my father said angrily. Zayn politely answered him even though I saw him tensing up from my father’s rude behavior. My father grabs me by my arm and squeezed it hard.  Zayn’s face change quickly, he clenched his jaw at my father and his eyes were no longer soft honey brown they were filled with dark brown and filled with anger.  I look at Zayn telling me that I was fine with my eyes.