Playing With Fire || z.m

"You're very observant."

Guys! I just want to apologise for several things. First up, I’m sorry it’s been so long. Yeah, no excuses but I think I’ve got my flow back. Second. This was rushed. I need to edit etc so please excuse mistakes. Third, sorry if this, yeah no ‘ifs’ this is crap. But yeah bitches lets get this going again. I know where this is headed now. I hope I still have some readers??? I’ll stop waffling now…… 

ZAYN

“So,” Perrie leans into me and leaves a lingering kiss on the corner of my mouth. “How about we head upstairs for a while.” She smiles as she kisses me again. I know exactly what she means, but I’m seriously not in the mood for that tonight. It’s been a long arse day. The boys and I had a boring, draining, dull, tedious (and any other word describing the same thing) meeting this morning and then got mobbed on our way to lunch. It hurts being grabbed at, screamed at, cameras waved in your face. We have to keep a smile on our faces, and actually respond in an up-beat manor or we suffer severe backlash from the fans and the media. Complete pain in the backside so no wonder we all end up with banging headaches!   

“Not right now, babe.” I sigh, picking up the TV remote from my lap and volume up. “The football’s on.” She pulls away from me slightly, but I can’t bring myself to look at her. I know this is about to cause havoc. What would I really prefer to put up with right now? Sex or an argument.

Well, sex is the easiest option really, isn’t it!

“But the football can wait, I guess.” I turn and kiss her on the lips only to receive nothing back from her. “What’s up?”

“Football over sex with your girlfriend?” She pulls even further away from me, a look of disgust on her face.

“I wanna have sex with you. Look,” I switch the TV off completely and pull her closer to me on the sofa but she puts her hand on my chest and moves away again. “Come on then.” I stand up, trying to take her hand to take her upstairs but she doesn’t budge.

I have a horrible feeling it’s too late to avoid the argument now. Well done Zayn!!!

“I just don’t get you at the moment.” She shrugs and looks down at her hands.

“What do you mean?” I lean back against the wall behind me, reeaallly not in the mood for a fight.

“You’re acting so different. You don’t call me or text me so much any more, you always seem spaced out when we are together. You’re smoking more when you keep saying you will quit. I just, I don’t get it. You just aren’t yourself.” She speaks quietly and slowly, really pulling on my heart strings.

“I’m just tired lately,” I begin.

“I know, you say it every time. That’s always the excuse isn’t it.”

“Well if I say it every time then maybe it’s true! I am tired all the time.”

“I think you are forgetting that I do the same job as you. I know its hard work, I’m tired all the time too but I don’t change how I act towards you. I love you so when I finally get to spend time with you I want it to be special.”

“Me too.”

“Then why the strange attitude towards me? You do still want to marry me, right?”

I let out a frustrated moan and step towards her slightly, “Of course I want to marry you, Perrie, or I wouldn’t have proposed! Why are you bringing shit up? This is stupid. So what, I didn’t want to have sex tonight, why is it such a big deal?” She still won’t look at me. “Well let’s just go and do it now?”

“Why would I want to have sex with you now?” She raises her voice, finally looking at me.

“Whoa!” I move back again

“I’m just sick of it Zayn! The past few months have been awful with you!”

“That’s a bit harsh, please think about your words before you say them.” I can’t be fucked with this mood of hers. Fair enough it was me who put her in this mood but she could have just shaken this off five minutes ago and we could have either just had sex or just not had sex and just enjoyed our time together. I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. Lord give me strength! “You know what, this is the type of shit I haven’t got the patience for at the moment.” I leave the room, grabbing a fag and lighter and leave the house before we can do any more damage, say anymore pointless shit to each other so we can take it all back in the morning.

“You’re a fucking arsehole!” I hear her scream after me as I slam the door behind me.

I light my cigarette and walk briskly over to Ellie’s house. Well, where else would I go? I ring the door bell and wait for what feels like a lifetime before she answers.

“What are you doing here?” She enquires but I push past her and shut the door. “Isn’t Perrie at yours?” She’s wearing a fucking tracksuit again. What’s up with her at the moment?

“Yeah. Sorry, do you mind me smoking?” She smiles at me and walks through the kitchen and unlocks the back door. I follow her outside and take a seat on the garden bench and watch as she sits down next to me and lights up her own cigarette.

“So what did you argue about, then?” She smirks. I carry on watching her as she exhales, blowing smoke into the night.

“What makes you think it’s an argument?”

“You’re over here while she’s over there. You’re pretty tense. You’re hair is messy where you’ve been grabbing it in frustration.”

“You’re very observant.” My insides twinge as she reveals how perceptive she is. I like that someone takes the time to look at all my little traits, how I am when I’m uptight, or rather frustrated.

“I just, yeah, I guess.” She gives me a little smile and looks straight away from me again. I like this. I like how calm she is, and laid back. “Did you wanna talk about it?” I watch her take a long pull on her cigarette before I answer.

“No.”

“Thank God. No offence but I really don’t want to hear about your relationship issues.” I can’t help but laugh at her. She’s actually a really caring person under her ‘I don’t give a shit’ façade. There’s a lot to Ellie that I don’t have a clue about. Do I want to get to know her? Do I want to know the real Ellie? Do I want to know what goes on under her big front?

I didn’t before, but now, I’m starting to want to.

“Didn’t we agree to never speak of my girlfriend?”

“No, you demanded, I never agreed.” Touché Taylor touché.

“Anyway, you have a boyfriend now.”

“Does that make this double wrong then?” We sit in silence, we’re both obviously thinking about how stupid we have been to do this. “Do you regret anything?”

I shake my head ‘no’. “What is the point in regretting? It makes you bitter and why would you wanna live in the past?”

“Wise words Malik.” She smiles at me, her pretty blue eyes sparkling. Even in the dark they shine. God stop Zayn, stop! You have a Perrie at home! Why am I in this constant battle with myself??? Oh fuck this…

“Come here,” I pull her chin towards me and kiss her passionately on the lips, she seems a little shocked at first but quickly starts kissing me back. All I can taste is cigarettes but I don’t care. Her lips are warm and I remember that every time I kiss her I have missed feeling her lips on mine.

I pull away for a moment to flick my fag away and watch her do the same but we’re instantly back to sucking each others faces off.

“Can we at least take this inside?” Ellie mumbles against my lips and I nod, standing up and following her indoors. She kicks her shoes off as we walk through the hall way and I copy, before we walk briskly up her stairs, hurridly entering her bedroom and latching onto one another again.

And that, my friends, was the steamiest, most passionate sex I’d ever had.