Luciana// Zayn Malik

[7. Reminiscing]

I rewrote this chapter twice becuase a bitch was indecisive so hopefully y'all enjoy it.

This chapter is lowkey deep.
Also try to point out all the one direction innuendos for a surprise lmao

[Luciana]

The whole day I've been keeping my distance from Zayn and the whole days it's been really awkward. It's like Presley has been trying to leave me alone with his father. He keeps going outside to play but everytime I try to go outside with him he runs back inside. This kid is tryna play me.

"Hide and seek, hide and seek!" Presley yells out as he jumps up and down. I give in and play with him and he decides to bring in another player. Zayn.

"Hide! I count." He says happily and runs to the kitchen to starts counting. Zayn and I look at each other and we rush upstairs to hide. Zayn decides to get the bright idea to hide together in his Presley's small closet that he claims Presley is scared to go into.

"How have you been?" He asks me as we are pressed up agianst each other under hanging clothes.

"It's only been a day, Zayn," I tell him but I realize that sounded to harsh. "I've been alright. My parents left back to mexico yesterday." I tell him and he gives me a small 'mm'.

"What about you?" I ask back hoping that this awkwardness between us with end with more small talk.

"I keep thinking about you." He says and even though the closet is dark I look at him and I can feel him looking at me.

"Really?" I ask him genuinely, wanting to hear some confirmation that he actually is. Through the dark he searches for my hand and grabs it. He brings it up to his lips and gives it a small kiss.

"Zayn..." Is all I let out as I lean forward and wrap my arms around him.

His hands go to my waist and move me to a more comfortable position for the both of us. Which is me straddling him while his hands remain on my hips holding me down lightly.

We've been hugging for a while that my legs have fallen asleep. I move a little bit trying to not grind myself against him but it doesn't work.

"How long has it been since you've had sex?" I ask him as he finishes letting out a small groan.

"Too long." He says and wraps his arms around me which brings me such more closer to him in the already small closet.

I can feel his chin in the middle of my breath and the contact of my bra rubbing is making my nipples hard and him moving is not helping.

I say his name again and this time it's let out in a moan and that must've thrown him over the edge because my thin T-shirt is being pulled down the middle of my chest and Zayn's lips are kissing the top of my perky breasts.

While Zayn's lips and hands are going for my boobs all I can think about it Liam telling me to stay away. He's always been jealous, especially of Harry. When he found out about me and Harry he failed him and even claimed he "lost" his final. It took a lot of convincing to Liam that Harry and I were over but even when I did get it through his head he was still very possessive.

"I want more." I say and get up off Zayn and walk us out of the closet.

"What about Presley?" He asks as he keeps a hand over himself. I take him over to a window to the backyard and show him the little boy playing in the grass with his stuffed animals.

"That little sneak." He says and rushes us to then bedroom. While he's locking the door I take notice of the way the room smells like expensive perfume. Woman's perfume. A part in me forgot he was married.