The Quiet Ones || Ziam Twin Au || ON HOLD

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I'm updating again. Yes I am as surprised as you are. But it's 1 am and i have nothing better to do. I should be studying.
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Zayn

I sigh for the tenth time today. I woke up this morning feeling light headed, my nose itched and I could feel the onset of a bad day. My PND is worse today for some reason. It's making my eyes hurt as well. The liberary is empty, Harry called it a night already and it was Niall's day off. I wonder if this day could get any worse. I shake my head wanting to just go home and play with Izumi.

I push my glasses further up my nose as I take a book out of the shelf. Having the butter fingers that I have the book falls down and I have to bend down to pick it up. When I stand up straight again, the now vacant space of the book gives me a clear view of Liam in the next aisle humming a weird song, I want to huff or be annoyed at his existance, but instead I find myself staring at him. His perfect jawline, the stubble on his cheeks, the way his arms are covered in tattoos putting all of my own to shame.

"See something you like?" I'm jerked into conciousness by Liam smirking at me through the same space that I was looking at him. I try glaring at him, and I mumble a fuck off before putting the book back in its place and taking my trolly to another aisle.

But to my dismay Liam follows me. I roll my eyes at him and make sure he sees it but he keeps tip toeing behind me.

"What do you want?" I say; bored with him. He just smirks in return, I want to wipe it off of his face but I don't know how. Damn me. He steps closer and my heart misses a beat as clearly this man has no sense of personal space.

"How old are you Zayn?" He whispers in my ear. I can feel my heart trying to explode, theres no point denying the effect this man has on my body.

"Twenty-one" I breathe out. He starts moving forward making me move backwards, I don't let him close the space between us, that is only untill my back hits the wall, I curse under my breath. I let out a whimper as he takes a hold of my wrists and pins them to the wall. Our faces are inches apart, he's leaning in, my breathing is quickening, my heart feels like it might leap out of my chest. I try to stop him but once our lips touch my eyes shut close and I can't help but move my lips with his. He tastes like cigerrettes and mints, the pressure of his body against my own makes me want to moan, thank god the liberary is empty.

He pulls back to look into my eyes, the lust in them scares me, but I don't want him to stop.

"Go on a date with me." He speaks as he attacks my neck, when he bites my skin I moans out.

"O-Okay" I try agreeing but he doesn't stop, he keeps sucking on my neck, my hand finds it's way into his hair and i tug it lightly. I feel him smirk at that, so he pushes his leg inbetween mine applying pressure to all the right places. I moan out again, I've always been loud, I can't help it.

He stops once he's satisfied with the mark he's left on my neck.  He doesn't pull away as both of us try to gain composure and regulate our breathing. He lets go of the wrist he's still holding and kisses my hand. Then he lightly brushes our lips together; taking them away making me chase after him. Our foreheads are touching and I can hear his heart beating with mine.

"I'll pick you up at seven tommorrow."

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So this might be an mpreg????