Nightlight (on hold)

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: My math finals are finally done and my U.S History giant project is FINALLY DONE!! YES!! Time to update!

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Chapter Fifteen

“And then, you just add the carrots you cut up before and… Voila!” Eleanor waved her fingers magically in front of the pasta sauce. I leaned over to sniff it. I couldn’t lie, it smelled amazing.

“But that’s so much work.” I whined as I plopped down at her table dramatically. She shook her head and began serving some of the spaghetti and sauce on my plate.

“No it’s not. You just cut up carrots, tomatoes and onions. Heat up some olive oil. Add a little garlic and the vegetables. And then pour it over the pasta. That’s it.” She shrugged simply. I twisted a clump of spaghetti around my fork and shoved the whole thing into my mouth.

“I can’t make pasta.” I said after I swallowed.

Her face fell.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Oh my god.” She ran her hands over her face and let out a sigh. I waited to hear what other insults she could think of about my cooking but she simply shook her head and began to eat.

“Do I really have to finish this?” I asked. I was only able to finish half of my plate, but I knew what the rules were. Eleanor looked at me sympathetically.

“You know you do.”

I sighed in discontent, but I didn’t hold it against Eleanor. She was just following her orders and trying to be a good friend.

I wasn’t a big person, I never really was and I still am not. I don’t stand tall, and although I’m not stick think like Eleanor or Claire, I don’t think I was ever on the heavy side. So, on top of my naturally petite size, I didn’t really exercise much. I guess that was thanks to Zayn’s overprotective nature, because I never really got out much.

So, on top of being small and not active, I didn’t burn too many calories and I never got really hungry.

How the hell did they expect me to eat everything that I was served?

The past few weeks had been better. Zayn made an effort to be home more, and if he couldn’t be home, I would spend time with Eleanor and Claire. And I felt happier.

Zayn and I fought, of course, but not like we had been. Our fights were short and stupid and always resulted in great make up sex.

Really great make up sex.

I knew I wasn’t exactly experienced when it came to that kind of stuff. I mean, I really only had sex with one person and that was Zayn (I didn’t consider the other times sex… I tried desperately to forget about that).

But, with the little experience I had, I could conclude that… the sex was freaking mind blowing.

At least for me.

I pushed my food around on my plate, like my little sister used to do, and tried to make it seem like I ate more than I actually did. Eleanor’s laughter confirmed my suspicion that had not at all convinced her.

“I won’t lie for you.” She informed me, a small grin still on her face as she observed my struggle.

“Just this once.” I begged overdramatically. Although I played along with her, I was completely serious. I really needed her to cover me. I seriously wasn’t going to be able to finish.

“I would if I could babe,” she shrugged, “but you know I can’t.” She paused a moment before leaning in. “I’m shit at lying.”

It was true- Eleanor was one of the worst liars on the planet. She had the most obvious give-aways and just fucked everything up. When lying, I tended to leave her out of it because, no offense to her, she’d only ruin it in the end.

“How about since you’re teaching me how to cook, I teach you how to lie?” I teased her. I raised my eyebrows and leaned forward. She laughed at my suggestion but offered no answer. I scrunched up my nose and leaned back into my chair.

“I can hear you two!” Louis’s voice boomed from the other room. Eleanor’s eyes went wide but I just stuck out my tongue in the direction of where he was in the house, even though I knew he couldn’t see.

“Killjoy.” I muttered under my breath.

I was about to press her again, but then she reached across the table to grab the water jug and I saw it.

A ring.

A big fucking diamond ring.

It was sat on her right hand, on the finger next to her pinkie finger.

I felt my jaw practically unhinge, that’s how wide open my mouth was.

“What the hell is on your finger?!” I quickly grasped her hand and held it under the light, not that it needed it- the rock was fucking huge.

“Oh- umm, that.” Eleanor pulled her hand back and hid it in her lap. She looked down, ashamed and embarrassed.

“YES THAT!”

“Louis proposed.”

“Did he really?” I question sarcastically.

“And I said yes.”

“I can see that.”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you- I should have told you. But all this drama unfolded and I couldn’t add more pressure. I was going to tell you and-”

“Eleanor.” I shut her up quickly. “I’m not mad. I’m so excited. YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED!” I leapt out of my chair and wrapped my arms around her. My best friend was going to marry her soul mate. Why the hell would I be mad?

“I’m getting married.” She smiled broadly, as if the idea had just hit her.

“I’m the maid of honor, right? I won’t help with the planning but…” I pulled her in for another hug just out of pure excitement. Eleanor was only a few years older than me, so she’d be a young bride, too, but I knew she was ready.

She fit the role perfectly.

“LOUIS!” I called out. The man in question came storming in, no doubt thinking something was wrong. His eyes scanned the room to look for danger, and he frowned when he found none. “Fucker,” I cursed out of him, “you should’ve told me you popped the question!” I focused my hug to him.

He wasn’t sure how to react, so he kind of just stood there.

When I pulled away from him, I was grinning broadly. Eleanor was too.

“What the fuck?” Louis scratched his brown hair in confusion and regarded me cautiously. Like I was the crazy person. Was I crazy for being happy?

I guess so.

The apartment door opened and slammed shut loudly. None of us were worried though. There was only one person it could have been.

“Did you know they’re engaged?” I demanded as soon as Zayn entered the kitchen. He raised his eyebrows at me, and then shifted his deep hazel eyes between Louis and Eleanor, and then finally back to me.

“’Hello lovely husband, I am so happy you’re home’ would’ve been nice, too.” He chuckled at me. I rolled my eyes, but approached him and left a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Hello lovely husband, I am so happy you’re home.” I mocked. His grin widened, but he only kissed me again, before turning to the matter at hand.

“Congrats man.” Zayn and Louis did that weird half bro hug thingy that all guys do. When they pulled away, Zayn turned to give Eleanor a light hug and kiss on the cheek, too. Eleanor was completely red under all of the attention.

After all of the congratulating, Zayn told me it was time to leave. I gathered my things and bid goodbye and thank you to the engaged couple and followed my husband out.

It was a few days later, and Zayn had decided to stay home the entire day. He was outside, talking to the house’s guards about something or other. So even when he wasn’t working… he was working.

Being married to Zayn was like being married to a celebrity or the President.

He was always going to be Zayn Malik, and that came with certain responsibilities. So if that meant that he had to take care of matters on his day off, whatever. I accepted it.

I decided to hop in the shower while I was waiting for him. After stepping out, all squeaky clean, I quickly ran the towel through my hair. I usually blew out my hair, but I was feeling a little hot from the steam in the shower. So I opted out.

I walked around my bedroom nude, because hey, it’s my fucking bedroom. I was bent over, sifting through my underwear drawers, when I heard Zayn come in.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Darlin’. Can you warn me next time?” He shut the bedroom door just as I spun around.

“What?” I questioned innocently. His dark eyes drank in my form hungrily. I immediately knew where it was all headed, and it made me feel a warm excitement in the pool of my stomach. I turned back to what I was doing and picked out a pair of panties.

So, they weren’t the sexiest thing in the world, but I was behind on laundry, so I didn’t have much of a choice.

And something told me that Zayn didn’t particularly care what my panties looked like. They’d be off soon enough anyways. I heard him approach me from behind, but I pretended like I didn’t know he was there.

Or didn’t care.

His lips connected to my neck, but before he could wrap his arms around my naked waist, I stepped away from him to grab my robe. I slipped it over my shoulders and fastened it up. Zayn watched me with a frustrated glare. Again, I pretended not to notice.

I was playing a very dangerous game.

I rubbed my stomach, as if I were hungry, and made a move to leave the room.

But suddenly, Zayn was in front of me.

“I don’t think so.” He growled. He used the advantage of his larger frame and broad shoulders to block my path and intimidate me into moving backwards, but I quickly sidestepped him and briskly walked out the bedroom and down the hall. I heard a string of profanities before Zayn’s heavy stomping ensued.

I knew what kind of trouble I was causing, and almost definitely a potential argument, but I couldn’t help it. Teasing Zayn was so… sexy. Was it weird that all the sexual frustration was adding to my arousal?

Oh well…

Zayn stormed down the stairs rapidly, he landed on the wooden floor loudly. I wandered off to the kitchen and began to make myself a cup of coffee, acting as if I didn’t feel myself flush from the intense feelings.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarled at me.

“Making coffee,” I half-heartedly motioned to the coffee machine. “Why? Is something wrong?” I widened my eyes to add to the innocent look. That only pissed him off more. His need was becoming increasingly visible in his pants.

“Shut the fuck up.” He demanded. He grabbed me and quickly pressed our bodies together. Lips attached quickly and almost violently, I was slammed into the counter. His hand skimmed up my bare (and luckily freshly-shaven) leg, until it was under my robe.

“Zayn,” I murmured, pushing him away. “No.” I shook my head slowly, not being able to hide a cruel smirk. His eyes narrowed as realization struck- he caught onto my game.

“Listen to me, Darlin’. I know you think you’re funny and clever, but I’m in no mood for your shit.” He ground his hips against mine roughly. “Have you forgotten who’s in charge?”

“I think I have.” I purred in his ear. I ran my fingertips along his shoulders.

“Do you need a reminder?”

“I think so.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed harshly. I let out a small yelp in surprise, but frankly enjoyed the sensation of his hands on me. The rougher he got, the hotter it was.

Fucked up, I know.

“I still don’t get it.” I pushed him. I heard him exhale in frustration at my words and I knew that this game was having as much of an effect on his as it was on me. He slapped my bum, making a large smacking sound echo in the kitchen.

“Don’t push me, Hannah. Or I’ll bend you over and fuck you right here.” He threatened. I think it was supposed to get me to stop, but it had the opposite effect on me.

“I think you’re going to have to bend me over and fuck me right here.” He pulled away and stared down at me intensely. His eyes tried to read me, to make sure it was really what I wanted. Zayn may be controlling and at times abusive, but he was never the guy to push me into anything I didn’t want or wasn’t ready for… sexually at least. He knew my boundaries and respected that.

So I must have caught him off guard.

And in a matter of seconds, I was slammed down on the kitchen table. My chest was pressed against the wood, and it hurt my breasts a little, but it only added to the feeling.

I heard him unzip his pants, and then I heard the ruffle of fabric as they pooled at his feet. The next thing I felt was his warm hands at my hips, grabbing the panties and pulling them down quickly. I tried to adjust myself to a more comfortable position, but Zayn moved his hand to my back and pressed me back down on the table.

He pushed my satin robe up to my waist and then leaned over me. His hands quickly parted my legs and I almost expected him to warm me up, not that I needed it. And then, without any warning whatsoever, he entered me from behind. I let out a squeal of surprise at the pain of the new position. He made sure to go slow and allow me to adjust thankfully.

To be honest, it actually hurt less from behind than it did in any other position we had tried.

“Someone’s eager.” I teased lightly, surprised that I was able to make a sound without letting out a moan or a squeal of some sort.

Zayn, unappreciative of my comment, smacked my ass forcefully, but said nothing.

The more and more he thrust, the less pain and more pleasure I felt. His hands found their way under my robe to cup my breasts. But as his thrusts became rougher and sloppier, he had to move his hold to my waist to keep me still.

I knew I was being loud, and moaning. I knew that the guards were stationed right outside, but they never came in or looked through the windows anyways, so I wasn’t worried. And I doubt they could hear anything through the thick walls.

Zayn was cursing lowly behind me, animalistic growls and groans reassured that he was enjoying himself, too.

But then, we were interrupted.

“Fucking Christ!” A new voice yelped. I remained still, frozen in shock, but Zayn was quick to act. He quickly covered me with his body, pulling my robe down over my breasts. Since he was still inside me, he was able to cover both of our private parts with his body easily.

I knew my cheeks were red and I hid my face quickly in embarrassment.

“What the hell, Harry?!” Zayn bellowed.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I heard Harry shout before the front door slammed shut with a loud bang.

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