Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 7

**Zayn's POV**

We're laying on my bed, well, actually sitting. Perrie just told me what happened last night. Her dad's disgusting! He's a pedophile who wants to rape his own daughter! I know Perrie is sort of raped by her boyfriend, and that's terrible, but your blood own father? I still can't believe it.

Now she sits on my lap, her head against my chest. She's wearing my shirt and her panties. Maybe I can't say it, but I have to admit that she's very sexy right now. But if she doesn't put any jeans on, I think can't control myself. But who cares. One kiss, or maybe two or three aren't that bad...

I lift her chin up, and kiss her on her lips. They taste salty from her tears. First she stays in the same position, frozen. Maybe this was a bad idea, too close from yesterday. But then she kisses back, a little harder. She moves her body up and down, her hands through my hair.

I moan involuntary. It never happened that a girl made me moan before I made her moan my name a couple if times. But my moan seems to turn her on because she deepens the kiss. My hands lift up under her shirt. I didn't put off her bra yesterday, because maybe she didn't like it when I see her when she's asleep. I pull my shirt off from her. Now she's even sexier.

She starts sucking the skin behind my ear, I moan again. Pfff, what's my problem? And she didn't moan one single time! She makes me feel so good, I wanna make her feel good, I wanna make her feel amazing.

I turn us around, so I'm on top of her, hovering above her. I leave wet kisses down her neck. And then, finally she moans, as I come by her sweet spot. I smirk, and start sucking on it. She keeps moaning, and I keep sucking.

'Can I pull off.... your bra?' I breath in her ear.

'Uhm... Mmmm.... Yeah, sure...' she moans back.

I think it's too early to sleep with her, but why don't we do some other... fun things... I think that would be fun.

She turns us around, now she's on top.

'What do you want me to do?' she breaths in my ear. She doesn't wait for my answer. She pulls her hand in my boxers.

'Oh, if you keep doing that.. Fuck... Yeah baby, just like that!' I moan. It's just incredible, how she turned from a broken little girl into such an attractive girl.

Her hand go's up and down, but she keeps kissing my neck, and then my chest. But when I come, she stops. She lays down next to me, while I'm breathing heavily. Normally I'm the one who lays down next to a heavy breathing girl, but now I'm the one.

'That was fun.' I manage to say.

'Yeah, maybe a next time.' she says.

I'm happy she forgot about her dad for a little while, but then her phone rings. She freezes, but I'll take her phone from the night table. The ID says "mom", so I give it to her.

'It isn't my dad, huh?' she asks, afraid for my answer.

'No, I think it's your mother.' I say.

'Oh.' she sighs in relief.

She picks the phone up. All I hear is

'Really?'

'What are they going to do?'

'Are you sure?'

'What?!'

After the "what?!" I mouth 'loudspeaker' to her, but she ignores me. Now I'm only more curious.

'Yes, I'm fine.'

'Really.'

'Yes. Love you! Bye!' and she hangs up.

'What did she say?' I ask.

'Uhm, nothing. Just that she called the police, but when they were going to look for him, he was gone. So she stays by my aunt...' she says.

'Where are you going?' I ask. I really want her to stay here. To stay with me.

'I don't know.' she sighs.

'You can stay with me?' It's more a question then a offer.

'Really?' she asks.

'Sure, why not. My parents and sisters aren't coming home this weekend and when they come they wouldn't mind. I guess.' I tell her.

'You guess...' she repeats my words.

'Trust me, they wouldn't mind. I think they're only happy with you, because I'm nicer.'

'You're nicer?' she raises an eyebrow.

'Yes, and now put on some clothes before I want to have you again!' I half joke to her. I mean, if she really stays only in her panties, really sexy ones, I can't control myself.

'My clothes are to pieces, remember?' she says.

Oh yeah, right...

'You can borrow some from my sisters.' I tell her, 'They wouldn't mind.'

'Sure.' she says and puts on her bra. she stand up.

'The room of my sisters is straight on through the hallway, and then the last door left.' I tell her.

'Right.' she mumbles.

"No left.' I improve her, knowing she means it in a different way. She chuckles, walking through the door. Even how she walks away, slow and with little steps, is sexy. If my dad was home, I couldn't let her walk alone through the house. I know this is a little risky, they could come home earlier, but I let that thought behind, and put on some clothes.

Perrie appears in the door opening. My sister's clothes fit her perfectly. I can't say or think it of my own sisters, but the clothes they wear are a little too sexy for them. My father doesn't seem to be happy with it. But now she wears them, I can think it. But she seems to be a little uncomfortable.

'Don't you think your sisters wear a little, uhm, cheeky clothes?' she asks, definitely uncomfortable.

'Yeah, but I can't think it of my own sisters. I can say you're so sexy now.' I tell her. She flushes a little.

'Well, I can't go to school like this. People will doubt if I'm still that perfect little girl.' she says, a little worried.

'But you're not that girl.' I tell her.

'No, but they think that's what I am! They, no, everyone thinks that I'm a careless girl who loves her life, but I'm not. Actually, I hate my life. I mean, on school I'm fine, but other then that... I want to be like that girl. A girl who don't have to live in fear. Who don't have to be scared of her dad. Who doesn't need to be afraid of love. I just wanna be a normal girl.' she tells.

I know she's far from a normal girl. Well, on school she is, but the real her, no, Perrie is no ordinary girl. I hate to hear that she's afraid of love. I mean, I don't know a lot of love, because I never actually loved someone, but love is there to make you happy, not to be scared of.

'Now you're here by me. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as you with me.' I tell her. I don't know if that's true, because I'm pretty bad by myself, but let's try. For her. What? For her? What the hell? Does she makes me feel so different?

She smiles and then I take her hand.

'Let's make some breakfast.' I say and we walk out of the bedroom.