Bradford Bad Boy and the Garden State Good Girl (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twelve

“Oh my god. Marilyn are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked worried.

“Ow. Zayn it really hurts.” I said as my eyes watered while clutching my side.

“What can I do? How can I make the pain go away?”

“Zayn…”

“Yes, baby?”

“You’re so…”

“I’m so what? Marilyn, what’s wrong?” he asked frantically.

“Gullible!” and pinned him down. I was now on top of him.

“You’re evil! I thought I hurt you!”

“How can you hurt me by tickling me, silly!”

“Don’t ever do that again! I thought you were seriously hurt!”

                  I stuck my tongue out at him and played with his hair. I gave a sweet peck and started kissing down his neck. He moaned. I kissed him passionately on the lips and drew circles on his chest with my fingers. His tongue swept my bottom lip asking for entrance. I let him in without hesitation. Our tongues battled each other in our mouths and every so often one of us would let out a moan of pleasure. I started playing with the tip of his boxers and running my fingers up and down his chest. He let out a soft moan to this. I was about to slip my hand in his pants when we both saw lights coming from the turn he had run to earlier.

“Oh shit.” He said. “Those are the cops!”

                  I quickly got off him and grabbed his clothes and my purse. We ran in the opposite direction holding hands for what seemed like forever. When we couldn’t run anymore and were sure that the cops hadn’t followed us we stop. I started chuckling and it turned into a full on laugh. I was hysterical. Zayn started laughing too. We were in the middle of the park at 12 o’clock in the morning. He was wearing nothing but boxers and we had just run from the cops. We must have looked crazy but we didn’t care. I handed him back his clothes and he got dressed. We left the park and he caught a cab.

                  He held the door open for me as I got in and ran to the other side of the cab where he got in. He told the cab driver the address of his hotel and we were off.

“Well, that’s definitely not how I thought the night would end.” He stated.

“I can’t believe I just ran from the cops. You’re a horrible influence on me!”

“Me? You had an active role in it too!”

“But I wouldn’t have been in that situation if it weren’t for you!”

“You’re right.”

“It was fun though.” I said

                  The cab driver stopped in front of Zayn’s hotel. Zayn paid him plus a little extra so that the cab driver wouldn’t disclose his location. We walked up to the hotel room and he opened the door. Everyone was sitting on the couch and when we walked in all eyes darted at us.

“What?” I said.

“How’d it go?” said Harry wiggling his eyebrows.

“It was… perfect.” I answered blushing.

“Did you guys… do it?” asked Niall.

“No.” answered Zayn. Now he was blushing.

“Boo!” said Louis.

I looked at the clock.

“Holy shit! It’s one in the morning.”  I said looking at Amy.

“It’s fine. I already told my mom that we were spending the night here.”