Heartless

Chapter 11

Carissa's POV

When I wake up, I notice I'm still on the couch, it's the next day, and a concerned Louis staring back at me.

My immediate reaction was to hit him, which I did, but he caught my hand in the nick of time.

"Whoa Carissa," he tells me as he sets my hand down.

"How did you get in here?" I ask, sitting up.

"You keep you door unlocked," he says, sitting next to me. "What happened to your foot?"

"I stepped on glass," I tell him as he looks at my foot. "I'm fine, but I'm not gonna head out for a while."

"I'll stay with you if you need company," he smiles and pulls me in for a side hug. "But if you want Zayn that's fine also." I tense up and pull away from him.

"He kissed me," I blurt. Louis' eyes widen and he smiles wildly.

"Really? I'm so happy for you!" He says happily, but all I can do is shake my head.

"I cried while he kissed me Louis," I run a hand through my hair, "I was crying."

"Why?" He asks curiously.

"All the horrible things he said to me flew in my head, a-and I just-" I can't help the sobs coming through.

"Hey," he coos and pulls me in for a hug. "You know he really likes you, and finally has the balls to kiss you. He's been trying so hard to get to know you."

"I know, truth is, I liked the kiss," a weight lifts off of my shoulders as Louis smirks.

"Then if Zayn really likes you, he'll come in less than in hour to fix things," Louis says as he stands and heads to the kitchen. "Hey can I have this sandwich?" He shouts.

I laugh as the someone knocks on the door, "Yeah, sure."

Without a care, I open the door as Zayn pushes in, and kisses me. My eyes are wide open as Zayn's are closed, savoring the moment. Seconds later my lips react to his and my hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"I ate all of your sandwich Caris-" he stops mid sentence as he chuckles. Me and Zayn pull away as I stare at him, my cheeks heat up. "Well it's about time."

"Louis shut up," Zayn groans as he leans in to kiss me again. His hands wrap around my waist and I hear a shutter sound.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Louis typing on his phone. "That's going to the lads."

Zayn pulls away and intertwines our hands.

"Louis?" Zayn says annoyingly. "You can stay at my flat for a while. Go."

"Sheesh," Louis scoffs as he heads to the door. "I'll see you later." He says and shuts the door.

"Hi," Zayn whispers as he presses his forehead against mine.

I giggle at his silliness, "Hi."

"Can I kiss you again?" He asks.

I pull him closer, "That's no question." Our lips lock again as he carries me to the bedroom.

He softly lowers me on the bed as his body towers over me.

"Who was your first?" He asks as he kisses on my neck, and nips softly.

"Some guy at a party." Zayn stops his movements and pulls away so I'm looking at him.

"I'm so sorry," he says and lays next to me.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not," he shakes his head and hovers over me again, tugging at my sweats. "Let me make you feel good."