Forbidden Love (Girl Version of 'Find Your Heart')

Chapter 5

My body was pinned onto the wall. His musky scent filled the air, but his hands were cuffed on my neck. "You're not taking any orders from me?! Is that what I heard?!" He yells at me. I stayed silent, his hands trying to suffocate me. "WAS. THAT. WHAT. I. HEARD?!" He yells again. I nodded, closing my eyes as I was waiting for the first punch.

No punches, yet. 

I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. "So...if-if I kiss you right now, you wouldn't kiss me back?" He asks softly. "It's not really an order." I teased him. His eyes screamed thousands of words, but only two words came out of his mouth. "Kiss me." He whispered as he leaned in. His soft lips smashed onto mine, but my lips stayed frozen. I felt a smirk come across his face, and my lips started moving in sync with his. The kiss was pure lust.

The movement.

Gentleness.

Pure passion.

This kiss. Why is it unlike any other kiss I've ever had? He pulled away, a smile forming across his face. 

Not a harsh smile, nor smirk.

Just a smile. 

My back was against the wall still as he walked towards the door. His heels stopped his tracks as his head turned slightly to take a glance of me. Or my bed. "If only your sister had the money to pay me back. I-I just want you to go home." He whispers and starts back walking to the door. "Mum?" I whispered. 

The way Zayn said that. It was like an illusion for me. Me seeing how...how my mum died because of me. Because I was a careless child. 

"Mum!" I yelled, running to the door and pounding on it. Hot tears strolled down my face as I kept pounding on the door. "Let her go!" I yelled louder, kicking it with all my strength I had left in me. I ran to the bed and started throwing everything at the door. "L-Lilli?" I hear a posh accent call from the door. I got up and pinned the curly haired boy to the wall. "Where is she?! Where's my mum!?" I yell at him. "I-I don't know!" He says, wincing as I brought my fist up to the air. "H-Harry?" I whispered, bring my arm down. I buried my face on his soft chest.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks as he rubs my back in comfort. I shook my head, and when I looked up, I saw his grinning green eyes. His hands carried my body to the bed and caressed my healing wounds. "Why were you about to punch me?" He asks, stroking my hair and wounds. "My mum." I whispered. "What happened to her, love?" "She was taken away from me. I was about to get kidnapped when I was young. She...she letted herself get kidnapped. My mum...was murdered. And I could've been the one to save her! She should be living if it weren't for me!" I sighed. Harry just started at me. "It wasn't your fault." "No!" I snapped at him. I lifted my shirt all the way to my belly-button. You could visibly see the pink scars along my waist. "I know it's bad to slit, but I do. Only because of my mum. Because I know that it's my fault for my careless actions that she had to die. No one knows about this. I don't even know why I'm telling you!" I said, putting my shirt down. Harry sat there frozen, just looking at me with no expression on his face. "I-I'm sorry about that Lilli. Truly, I am." "So am I." I say.

The dark night of that day...no! I have to stop this! "Ha-Harry? Do you have a...razor by any chance?" I ask. His face dropped immediately. "No. Stop slitting." He answers "Then what am I going to do?!" "Think of something else!" He snaps as he walks around the room. Think of something else?! Like what!?

Suddenly, my mind went blank. All I saw was...Zayn. The way his lips moved with mine. The husky scent that filled the room. The kiss. 'Snap out of it!' I yelled at myself. "No razors here. I'll be back. Going to fetch you your medicine." He stated as he walked out of the cave. 

Why am I craving for those soft lips again? 

Where's a razor when a girl needs it? 

I got up and searched everywhere. 

Harry was right when he said that there wasn't any razors here. 

The night.

Those lips.

My mum.

Zayn.

Love and affection.

Badboy, but sweet.

I need a razor. 

No. I need those lips. 

My kidnapper's lips.

I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for Harry to come back.

Chocolate eyes.

Black quiffed hair.

Soft lips.

Yet a badboy appearence. 

That's my kidnapper, Zayn.

The person I want to kiss again.

To have a real relationship with,

All I want now, is Zayn. 

That's all I ask for...