The Consequence [Zayn Malik] ON HOLD

Part four; the kiss

Previously.

(6.30pm)

Hopping out of my car and stepping onto Zayn’s concrete drive, I couldn’t help but peek in through the window at the sophisticated looking living room. His house looked so amazing from the outside that I realised I had been admiring it for some time now. The red tiles on the outside walls made the house seem timeless, which would be handy if he ever wanted to put it on the market.

“You alright there?” Zayn chuckled as he watched my wandering eyes meet his face for the second time today. I felt myself blush like a young girl again as I approached him. Surprisingly he kissed me on the cheek, which caught me off guard a little bit. As usual he grinned because he knew he was teasing me.

Zayn pulled me into the hallway by my arm and smiled as he shut the door behind us. I kicked off my heels in the corner under the rack that was covered in blazers and coats. My feet were stinging from wearing the massive heels all day at the office, I was relieved to finally get them off.

Hanging up my coat I followed Zayn through the house, still unable to take my eyes off the bright décor. Paintings from his One Direction days surrounded his house, most of them being of Liam and himself. I had always loved their special bond, as did many of the other fans at the time; they were adorable together.

As Zayn continued dragging me through the long hallway, we finally made it into the kitchen, which was painted black and white. The work tops were a dark granite material, with little bar stools set up along the side. I felt as though I was in a restaurant as I sat myself down on one of the stools, almost falling off the back of it as I tried to balance myself. Zayn couldn’t help but laugh at my clumsiness, he’d learn over time that I was always doing things like this.

“I thought seeing as you’re here, we might as well have that wine.” Zayn winked as he pulled a huge bottle of red out from the large fridge. I smiled as he handed me a glass; it was so huge that you probably could have put at least three goldfish in it.

I felt my cheeks burn again as his fingers brushed against mine lightly where he handed me the glass. He was still grinning, as he must have known how much he was flirting with me. I could barely contain myself.

“Thanks.” I mumbled as I watched the red liquid flow into the glass. It was flowing at such a quick pace that I was wondering whether he intended on getting me drunk.

“I do have to drive home you know!” I laughed, pulling the glass away from the gushing liquid without really thinking. All of a sudden I had a massive splodge of red wine covering the front of my white blouse.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” Zayn gasped, quickly grabbing a towel from the side. He placed the bottle on the floor and focused as he tried his best to get the stain out from my top. It didn’t really work though, as the more he tried to wipe the liquid off my shirt, the more it seemed to spread across the cotton material.

“That’s alright, the top was on sale anyway.” I joked, trying to make the situation a little less awkward. It wasn’t really working though, as Zayn’s tongue was now poking out of the corner of his mouth in sheer concentration. I couldn’t help but smile, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m such a clutz.” Zayn muttered, seeming annoyed with himself, he pulled the towel away from the material as he realised it wasn’t making much difference- in fact, it was only making it worse.

“It’s absolutely fine! Don’t worry about it.”

I felt a little nervous as silence suddenly fell on the room. I couldn’t help but laugh, just to break the tension in the room.

“What?” Zayn asked, a little confused as to why I had just burst out into a fit of giggles.

“Nothing, just trying to break the silence.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off his perfect brown eyes once. He stared back at me, probably wondering what I was looking at.

“You know… you’re beautiful.” Zayn muttered, nearing me a little.

“Zayn.” I commanded, pushing him back and closing my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… just forget it.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

The awkwardness reappeared once more, but it wasn’t long before I found myself nearing Zayn this time.

Placing my lips on his, I quickly forgot what I was doing. His lips were soft, which only made me want him more. As he grinned into our kiss, it appeared I’d given in to what he wanted.