One School, One Direction

Chapter 6: It's you and me

Mmmm, *moans*

That familiar flavor of his mouth, the texture of his tongue, like the soft, wet insides of a plum. I missed the feeling of our lips colliding, the wet and dry parts; Eventually wetting the dry ones. I started to scoot upwards, and he crawled above me, shifting our positions.

I was indeed inlove with him, I am.

Our lips never parted as we moved. But I knew he was hesitant.

He slid his hand through my body. He ran his hand in my leg, up to my thigh. When he got to my pelvis I gasped in the slight pain.

He almost jumped off of me but I grabbed his hand.

"Zayn, don't. You didn't hurt me. He (Kyle) did."

"Don't make me do this, Em. Please."

I sat up and reached for his cheeks. I gave him a sly peck that slowly turned into french kisses. They were intimite and hot. More of sucking and sliding of one's tongues.

He pulled away again.

"I ... I don't know if, I could control myself with you."

He looked so scared and nervous, like I'm that fragile.

I reached for his cheek, "Then don't."

We leaned and laid back again. He rolled me over a little so we were facing each other sideways. He raise a leg and placed it over mine and had his arm on top of mine, like shielding me. I started to lean and kiss him. Kiss then part, then over and over again until ...

My eyes started to feel heavy and I slowly ... drifted to sleep.

 Damn.

(The next day)

I woke up without Zayn beside me.

I turned and he still wasn't there. So, I walked down the stairs, finally feeling my legs and Zalled out for him.

"In the kitchen!" It was Harry's voice.

"How are you feeling babe?" Zayn kissed me before I could say a word.

"Better." I smiled.

Harry groaned. "Get a roooooom."

I giggled, Harry wasn't 'dating' anyone for the time being and is having a hard time dating someone who wouldn't be intimidated by him or scared by his fans and it was driving him mad.

We continued kissing and it got more and more erotic.

"Whooaaahhh! Rated PG much?" Louis walked in.

"Is the food done? I told ya we should've called Nandos instead." And Niall.

"In a minute!" Harry yelled panicking.

"I'll help you," Liam said raising his long sleeves up.

As the boys fought at the kitchen, I tugged at Zayn's shirt.

"Before you say anything, they just helped me prepare the food, at first I only called Harry but Louis wanted to come and when Niall heard food he went with and Liam just joined, to complete us boys. They'll leave afterwards."

"No, it's okay."

"You know Emmy, if I were only there, I would've beat the shit out of that punk ass bitch." Louis said in a sassy tone.

"God, what a dick eh?" Niall said.

"Don't worry Em, Your parents know nothing, and your friends made the excuse for you. And please don't be mad but ...."