Mature One Direction. Feelings for my Bestfriend.

Chapter One

Chapter One 

“Z….Zayn!” I moan. I dig my nails right between his shoulder blades.“Oooooh Kylie, Babe your so tight!” “Uh”. “Oh please….uh…faster Zayn faster.”Doing as I say, his thrust are going faster than I ever thought was possible. Zayn knew that I loved when he would talk dirty to me. It just drove me crazy. “Kye, Who made you this wet?!” “Y..Y..You did” He loved to know that I was his own puppet when he had me like this. “Who do you belong too” Huh?” “Do you like me fucking you like this….Huh?”. ” You Zayn! You own me. I love when you fuck me.” I moan. By hearing his heavy breathing over my loud moans ( thank gosh I lived alone ) I could tell he was about to explode. “I-I…I’m about to ..t…t…ughhh” The warm pleasure I felt as he filled me up was indescribable feeling to me. As he kept thrusting so he could return the favor. As soon as I feel the tightness in my stomach. My eyes to shoot open. As beads of sweat run down my forehead, I desperately try to close my eyes again and try to get back to my amazing dream. With no luck at all,  I sit up in my slightly raised Victoria Secret hoodie and my matching lacy panties. I always try to feel sexy while sleeping. Even with or without someone. I look around my dark apartment. Too see everything how I left it. Television on and popcorn, coke, and chocolate snacks everywhere. I stand up and stretch, trying to shake that dream off. I feel the aches and pains from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position on the couch.

I walk over to my bathroom and turn on my lights. Underestimating the brightness of the lights I shutter at how bright they were. Checking my appearance, I looked fine. I actually liked the way I looked. I had very long jet black hair, about to the middle of my back. I’m about “5’5” On the short side, but i’m happy about my size. I can wear heels without worrying my about my height. I had very bright green eyes, with very tanned skin. Happy about my ethic background. Being half Puerto Rican and Black was a blessing. Having a over average butt and boobs. But have the natural tanned skin, So no need for the fake tans to be tan. I wouldn’t change anything about myself.

Walking out of my bathroom, I go over to check my phone. “13 missed calls” “9 messages” I quickly look threw my phone to see messages from 5 super close friends. But you would know them as One Direction. You see International Super Sexy Guys, I see 5 close friends that I love deeply. They’re just the brothers I’ve had. Looking threw the messages seeing what the guys said. I know they’re drunk. All of them except Liam. Of course “Daddy Direction” never gets drunk. He gets buzzed and then he stops. I admired him for that. Harry, Louis, Niall and Zayn sending me texts that are literally just a bunch of letters jumbled up together. I laugh to myself just imagining what drunken state they’re in. 

I guess you guys should know some stuff about me. My name is Kylie Anderson. I’m 19 years old. My best friends are Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik , Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan. I knew them or I should say they’ve known me since diapers. We’re long life best friends. 

But lately, I’ve been having dreams about Zayn. I shouldn’t be having these dreams. Out of all the boys we were the closest. This is crazy and can’t be normal. I begin to say aloud ” You do not like Zayn Jawaad Malik” “You do not like his Big Brown Eyes”You don’t like his sexy laugh or how he blushes or his sexy accent” “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Stop that!” I scream. I walk back to my phone to check for any new drunk messages. No new messages my inbox says. I sigh and walk back to my television and watch some late night talk show. I look down at my phone to see the time of 2:45 am. I’m debating on calling Zayn to see if he can hangout. But knowing the state he’s in he probably won’t know what I would be saying to him. I grunt in frustration and loneliness. I almost sprint to my bedroom, when I get there i jump on my bed and try to imagine the wonderful dream I awoke from earlier.