She Loves Control

One Last Time

So one last time
I need to be the one who takes you home
One more time
I promise after that, I'll let you go
Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart
All I really care is you wake up in my arms
One last time
I need to be the one who takes you home

*WARNING! A bit dirty*
Anastasia
Sunday night, I walk up to Zayn's apartment. We definitely need to talk about Savannah.

He dodged my calls, texts and emails the whole weekend. So it's time to do this face to face. I knock twice and wait for Zayn to answer.

I heard a bit of a shuffle then I see him looking through the peep hole. But he doesn't open the door.

"Come on, Z. I know you're in there."

He doesn't respond and still doesn't open the door.

"Zayn please. I wanted to tell you, but you know how my father is." I continue to bang on the door.

Silence.

"Z, I need you." I confess leaning my forehead against the door. After a few more begs I lean my whole body on the door.

"Please." I murmur over and over again.

On the other side of the door I could hear him sigh and unlock the door, swinging it open. I barely got my head off the door before I knew what was happening. And since I have all my weight against the door, I fell forward when Zayn open it.

But he caught me, he always caught me.

"Hi." I whisper looking up into his chocolate eyes. They sparkle with hurt.

When he doesn't respond I sigh deeply. He pulls me up to my feet. We look into each other eyes.

"We need to talk about Savannah."

"What about her." He asks bitterly.

Instead of answering I hug him so tightly I'm pretty sure I knock the air out of his lungs. He hugs me back after a few minutes. I felt his shoulders start to tremble.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I repeat over and over again. That's all I can say.

After a few minutes of hugging and comforting him, I lead him to his room. It smells just like him. We sit down on his bed. There was a long and uncomfortable silence circling in the room.

"You don't have to raise her. Or even give me money. I'm all set and she is as well." I rub his biceps, tracing his tattoos.

"I would never do that to you. But I'm leaving to go to art school soon. I would feel like shit if I told her I was her father then left." He sighs wiping his tears. "And then there's Harry. She's completely in love with him. That day he was observing me in class, she was literally clinging on to him and she wouldn't let go for shit."
He starts to cry again.

"My own fucking daughter." He hiccups. "Calling another man 'Dad'. this breaks my fucking heart." Seeing Zayn cry and hearing his confession makes me break down along side me. But this wasn't my fault, it was my fathers.

"Another man, with my woman. Making love to her or massaging her when her body hurts and cuddling with her at night." It takes me a minute to register who he was talking about.

And if you don't get it... he was talking about me.

Before I can answer Zayn stands up and unties his tie, leaving it hanging around his shoulders. He takes off his pants slowly, Almost teasingly. Leaving him in just his boxers for the moment. Tingles went straight to my core and I felt myself getting aroused.

He throws his clothes in the hamper. Then lastly, he takes off his boxers. He lays next to me on his bed. It's small, yet comfortable and very boyish. The navy blue sheets are decorated with spaceships and spacemen. Stars are scattered all over the place. It's cute honestly.

My eyes travel down his body. He then hovers over my body.

"One last time." He whispers, tears still stained his cheeks. He kisses my lips, they were stained with green matte lipstick.

"One last time for what?" I run one of my hands up and down his abs and use the other to play with his black hair. I already know what he wants and this is wrong. So wrong. But so right.

"Let me love my woman." He kisses my cheeks, moving down to my neck.

Closing my eyes, I breath in and out.

"Zayn." I'm completely breathless. I shouldn't let this happen. But I want it to.

"Let me, please. It'll be the very last time. And I wont be seeing you for a while." Zayn starts to unbutton my overalls. I wore a green crop top and black overalls. Sorta scandalous for a teacher, not just a teacher but a principle. I kept my hair in space buns style with the rest of my curly hair all over the place.

"I came to stalk about Savannah, not to fuck you." Zayn bites down on my neck sucking hard.

"We did talk about Savannah. Harry is her father since he is the one who will be taking care of her. He will be the one to take her to the father-daughter dances. The one to hold her after a heartbreak... Shall I continue?" Zayn says calmly. I shake my head 'no' because he is right.

"You're not going to at least fight for her." I protest, pushing him off of me slightly. "She biologically yours. She has your blood, Z."

"What's the point, Anna?" Zayn sits up and slides my overall straps down my shoulders. He tugs at the hem of my black overalls, pulling them half way down my waste. He looks up at my breast and stares at them for a while while biting his lips. Zayn then peels off my crop top and throws it to the floor. He always gets distracted by my breast.

"You never liked wearing bras." He smirks when he realizes I wasn't wearing one.

"I never liked wearing underwear either." I took off my overalls for him and throw them down to the floor to join the other clothes that decorated Zayn's brown carpet.

Zayn leans down, resting his hands on both sides of me. I grab him in my hands causing him to buck forwards a bit.

"Eager aren't we?" I tease.

"Need to be inside of you now," He groans as I move my hand up and down.

"Damn, No foreplay? You know how much I love your mouth and fingers." I muster up my best seductive voice.

"Later, I promise." He moves my hand off of him. Slowly sliding himself in me, we both moan.

"Fuck," I whisper. He gets a steady rhythm. A slow rhythm. Like he's making love to me.

"Don't stop." I growl, I wrap my legs around his toros to make him go deeper.

He shakes his head. "Wasn't planning on it love." He rocks harder and moves faster. His bed hits against the blue wall. I let out a long 'fuck' while rolling my head back.

"I love you." He whispers to me. "So fucking much." He starts to move even faster. My breath hitches in my throat. He is now the second man to confess his love for me. I do my best to ignore him and focus on the pleasure and to focus on how godly he looks. I move his hair out of his face and stare into his eyes. He looks hurt again.

"Zayn." I start to say.

"Don't." He throws my legs over his shoulder.

I couldn't help but moan loudly.

Zayn tangles us in the bed sheets.

After we finish, Zayn pulls himself out and lies next to me. He waits until he's caught his breath to get a towel to clean us up. It's a blue towel.

Blue.

Blue is Zayn's favorite color.

Blue is the color of the condoms we always use.

I lean over to look inside of the black trash bin besides Zayn's bed. He always disposed of his condoms there after we finish.

Blue is the only color I don't see in the trash.

He didn't use a condom.