Close Your Eyes

Force

I woke up a few hours later to my phone buzzing loudly on my nightstand. I groaned and rolled over to retrieve it.

"Hello?" I yawned, still overcome with sleep.

"What did I say about leaving your window unlocked missy?" I giggled at Zayn pretending to sound like a dad.

"Alright alright I'm coming. Keep your shirt on" I walked over to my window and unlocked it. I slid it up and watched him climb into my room.

"Or not." He said while pulling his thin white v neck off of his slim tanned body. I stared. I stared while silently cursing myself for staring. Jesus his body is perfect.. I thought to myself

I could feel him smirking at me without having to look up. But I didn't want too look up. I couldn't.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked in playful tone before adding; "If you take a picture it'll last longer." I roll my eyes and glance at him. "No thanks I'm fine."

"You sure?" He grins and starts posing. I couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a dork." To which he replied by wiggling his eyebrows, causing me to laugh harder.

I crawled back into my bed after shutting my window, and was soon joined by Zayn.

This is usually how our weekends went. My parents would leave for the evenings for work and we would have the apartment to ourselves. Well, and Maximus.

"You smell nice baby" he said while nuzzling my ear with his nose. I turned to face him and he wrapped his lean muscular arms around my body. I put my arms around his shoulders and inched my face closer to his.

He greeted me with a simple sweet kiss before shutting my lamp off. "Go back to sleep bug." I blushed in the darkness at the nickname he had given me two years ago. He must've sensed it because he pulled me closer and whispered. "Close your eyes."

I obeyed him and drifted off back into my slumber..

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I watched her sleep. Peacefully and calmly. She was lovely, yet I couldn't stand her at times. So defiant and dominating that it was intimidating at times. But I would never let her know that. It irritated the hell out of me that she had a thing for that Preston prick. He was nothing.

I looked over at her in the morning light to find that she was already staring at me. I smiled a little and pecked her lips.

She was lovely. And she was mine.

She groaned as she stretched "what time is it?" She questioned before getting up. Undoubtedly going to check on Max.

I checked her alarm clock. "Seven ish"

I watched her walk out as I got up and put my shirt on, before I slipped back out of her window.

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I slinked into the kitchen moping. I hated when he left as soon as I woke up. Leaving no trace except for the subtle smell of his skin on my sheets.

I sighed and sat at the table just as the front door opened then slammed. My mother walked in throwing her keys and purse on the table. Making me jump.

I looked at her and was greeted by her angry wrinkled up face. The way it usually is. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed into her room. Shutting the door softly.

I frowned and pulled out my phone to see I already had a message from Dylan.

Meet us at the beach port. Just got some of the good stuff.

I shook my head as I slipped on my combat boots and hastily slipped out of the front door.

Maybe this time we wouldn't get caught.

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