This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

A little too much

{This chapter will have some more intimate scenes in it. Just warning you. Happy easter guys}

"Layla love. Wake up"

I groaned as I turned to look at Zayn. His hair was a ruffled mess, but his smile was as cute as ever. He grinned at me an chucked.

"You alright Layla?" he giggled.

I nodded my head real fast and closed my mouth, which had been gaping open at the sight of morning Zayn. I giggled with him as we both realized where we were. We both got up, and walked out of Liams' house. We both laughed at the sight of our hungover friends draped over each other on the floor and couch.

Zayn kept his hand on my lower back as we walked to the car, him opening the door for me. I blushed at this move and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He smiled and looked down, making his way over to the drivers side. We rode in silence back to his house, until we finally pulled in the driveway.

"Do your parents know you've been staying with me?"

"Yeah. I finally told them about. You know. Us."

My cheeks flushed as I saw Zayn's face light up. His smile was a smile I have never seen before.

"Really? That's great babe!"

He seemed so happy, and I was too. My mom didn't care that I was staying with Zayn, and my dad, well he wasn't even staying at home, so he probably has no idea. We finally entered Zayns' house, and immediately I took a shower. I felt so grimy and gross. The hot water helped with my headache and the level of stress I was under. I had so many thoughts running through my head, most of them involving my parents or myself, and the shower seemed to clear all of them. I didn't want to get out, but the water turned ice cold. I dried off and threw on some Victoria Secret sweats and one of Zayn's black shirts. It was a bit too big, but I didn't mind. The smell of smoke and cologne overpowered me, making me feel high. His scent was like a drug that was covering me, and I loved it. I brushed through my sopping wet hair, then walked out to the living room where Zayn sat on the couch. H looked over to me, and his eyes lit up. I saw him scan my body up an down while licking his lips. I smile and walked over to him, sitting beside him.

"You look amazing" he said putting his hand on my thigh. My cheeks were already a bright red, I could feel it.

"You don't look to bad yourself. " I said now straddling his lap. I don't know where it came from, or where this sudden burst of confidence came from but I liked it, and it seemed like Zayn did too.

He kissed my neck, and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer and closer to his torso, never separating the contact from his lips and my neck. I began rocking back and forth as we now kissed passionately. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him slightly moan. I giggled against lips as we separated. He looked at me and licked his lips once more before picking me up and carrying me to his room.

He put me down on the bed, then let out a little laugh.

"Layla. You don't realize how amazing you truly look right now. "

I giggled and grabbed his hands, pulling him to the bed. I leaned back, now laying down, with Zayn hovering over me in a push-up position. Before I knew it, he was doing push-ups over me, and every time he went down he gave me a kiss on the lips. I laughed at his corny but still very hot move. I grabbed his face in my hands, and pulled it inches away fro mine. I bit my lip, as he sucked in air.

"Layla. You don't know what I want to do right now"

"Or do I?"

He smiled before our lips met making me gasp. He gently bit my lower lip, causing me to let out a light moan. He smiled and began leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, stoping at the seam of my shirt. I didn't know what was going to happen, but in all reality I didn't care.