As soon as I had mounted the stairs, I realized I had ran in the complete wrong direction. There wasn't anywhere I could go, other than cowering in my office. Taking a deep breath, I stopped and turned around, waiting for Zayn to fly up the stairs.
When he did, he was panting and his eyes were wide.
"Brooke," he said breathlessly, his heaving diminishing, "I didn't kiss her. I swear."
I had tried to keep a firm disposition, but as soon as words tumbled from my lips, I faltered. "Really, Zayn? Because either I need to get my eyes checked, or you were sucking face with the goddamn receptionist."
My eyes threatened to spill over; I swiped the back of my hand against them-- not caring how smudged my makeup probably was. I looked at Zayn, his lips slightly parted, a wild look in his eyes, his hand outstretched to me. This didn't make sense.
"Just hear me out, please, I promise it isn't what it looked like--"
He paused, looking around, "I don't want to cause a scene."
Not even wanting to even look at him, at those beautiful lips I never thought I would see on somebody else's, I turned and slowly walked next to him until we came to my desk.
The image of the two of them was burned into the back of my mind.
As soon as he opened his mouth to explain, Janice, the receptionist, came up the stairs and cautiously walked towards us, a shamed look in her eyes.
Zayn turned toward me, his jaw tensing and a hard look settling in his eyes. His change in behavior was so sudden, but to be honest, it was kind of... Hot. Really hot. I watched as the muscles in his forearms flexed and he breathed heavily before turning at Janice.
She ignored him, practically dissolving into a puddle at my feet.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were dating-" she rushes, and my expression is literally "??????"
Either I looked more disgusted than I thought, or Janice groveling was too much for him to handle but Zayn bursts out laughing.
Janice and I turn as Zayn leans over, "I'm sorry," he gasps, still laughing, "Brooke, you look so pissed, like a little menacing kitten, or something-- oh my gosh."
I try to stay frowning, but something about Zayn making the cutest faces and noises next to me makes my frown waver and my glare crack. Janice has humor in her eyes, but knows better than to laugh.
"Go," I spit at her, and she nods and scurries away like the rat she is.
"Ugh," I say, turning to Zayn and rubbing my temples with my fingertips. "You totally ruined my moment."
Zayn approached me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently rocking back and forth. "How could I ever want her when I have you?" He nipped softly at the underside of my ear and I turned my neck, leaning back on him.
I sighed, electricity surging between us.
"Janice is stupid. Like, isn't it obvious we're together?? That's dumb."
"I'm sorry," he nuzzled closer, "I didn't see it coming. I waved goodbye or whatever and she just came out of nowhere. I promise."
"Let's just go home, okay? I'll finish this manuscript tonight." Zayn nodded against me and helped me pack up my stuff.
We took the back stairwell to avoid Janice.
***
As soon as we came to the door of my apartment, I smacked my forehead, swiveling around.
"I forgot to move my stuff. I was planning on doing it when I came home to make room for your stuff but--"
Zayn silenced me by pressing his lips to my forehead, looking me in the eyes.
"Relax," he chuckled, "It's fine. I don't have that much anyways, it's only like four boxes."
He smoothed over the creases in my forehead with his thumb, taking my keys and unlocking the door.
As soon as we sat our stuff down on the kitchen counter, my back was pressed against the marbletop of the island in the kitchen as Zayn peppered white-hot kisses down the side of my neck. I reciprocated by curling my fingers into the base of his hairline and grinding my hips against him, pleased at the sudden change of atmosphere.
"As soon as I saw you at work I wanted to bend you over that desk and fuck you," Zayn growled into my ear, grazing his teeth along my earlobe.
I whimpered, and Zayn noticed me squeezing my thighs together.
Our mouths melded together and Zayn smirked against me, grunting almost inaudibly as he slid his arms against the backs of my knees, hoisting me up atop the counter.
Grasping my thighs, he slid my legs apart, his mouth still on mine, and slipped his hand underneath my skirt.
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Half a Heart
Fanfiction"If you could spare an hour or so, we'll go for lunch down by the river." This made me think about what would happen if I actually DID have lunch with zayn by a river, which would be totally adorable, so I decided to make a sort of one shot/ mini fa...
