𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑

we'll face our problems tomorrow

𝓝𝓪𝔂𝓪

My head rests on a pillow, and a groan leaves my mouth as I try to get up. Zayn's angry voice is heard throughout the house along with the sound of various items shattering into bits after being thrown against the wall. They must've brought me back here after the blast knocked me out. I'm guessing the guys have left to give him some space because anyone in their right mind knows not to approach Zayn when he's like this.

And yet I'm still here.

I get up off my bed and head to the location of the deadly sounds until I'm outside of his room. I open the door to him smoking a joint with bloody knuckles. His knee bounces as he stressfully runs a hand through his hair.
I'm careful to step around the broken glass on the floor and take a seat next to him.

"How could you let her get away, we had her!" He yells.

"I told you it was a bad idea to confront her so soon! You were impatient and messy, which is unusual for you. I thought your judgement would be clear, but I guess something got in the way." I yell back. I jump slightly when he gets up and slams his fist against the large dresser.

"This is all your fault." He accuses me, while taking another long drag.

"She had a bomb in the basement if I didn't let her leave we'd all be dead right now." I reply in a sharp tone.

"Fuck!" He shouts to himself.

I get up and grab his fists before he has the chance to break anything else.

"Losing your temper won't help you think straight." I tell him. I grimace at his bloody knuckles and search the cabinets for some type of first aid kit. "Come here." I pull him inside the bathroom and force him to sit. He doesn't argue when I start cleaning his cuts. He watches me through his lashes, analyzing every movement of my hands, as his chest rises and falls rapidly. It takes a while for him to calm down.

"I really thought we'd get her tonight." He mumbles.

"After knowing her for more than five years, I can tell you that she always has another thing up her sleeve. It takes precise skill and planning to catch her in the act." I explain, with a defeated voice.

"I want her to suffer." He says lowly.

"What did she ever do to you?" I laugh jokingly.

"I want her to suffer for what she put you through." He grumbles and I can't help but smile. He has no idea what I've been through, the fact that the tip of the iceberg from my past has made a person like him sympathize, is shocking to me.

When I'm finished, I put away all the supplies and wash my hands. Just as I'm about to leave his room I hear the shower running. I suddenly realize I left my phone in the bathroom and turn back to grab it but stop when I'm met with Zayn's bare back in the shower. His tattoos are on full display and I find myself mesmerized. He rests his forehead against the wall as the hot water pours down on his skin. My breath gets caught in my throat, and my legs don't seem to want to move.

My body has a mind of its own and before I know it I'm undressing myself. I slide open the door and the hot steam makes my cheeks blush. He turns around with wet matted hair, looking at me confusedly until he realizes I'm naked. His eyes waste no time to wander. I can't stop myself when I close the shower door and grab his face in my hands, pressing my lips on top of his like I've been wanting to for a while now.

He kisses me back eagerly and pulls me against his dripping wet body, while running his hands down the curve of my back. I gasp when he hoists me up. I feel him harden against me instantly. I moan when he kisses down my neck and takes my nipple in his warm mouth, sucking and teasing me until I'm a moaning mess. He leaves love bites across my wet skin while easing his way inside of my slick entrance. Soon enough he's fucking me against the shower wall, making me scream his name loud enough for everyone to hear. The hot water and steam mixed with his intoxicating kisses have me feeling lightheaded. He treasures every part of my body so good, I feel as if I'm melting in his hands.

When we're done he changes into some clean clothes and wraps me in a towel before carrying me to my bedroom since his is trashed. When he turns to leave I grab his hand and pull him towards my bed. The moonlight shines down from my window on us, the sound of crickets in the distance.

"Stay," I whisper, he tries resisting but fails miserably. We don't say a word and I cuddle up against his warm body while my fingers trace the black swirls of ink etched across his skin.

"Anaya-" He starts but I place my finger to his lips.

"Shhh....we'll face our problems tomorrow. Right now, let's just lay here in peace." I say, and he looks at me hesitantly until he finally relaxes in my arms, and his tense muscles finally ease up.

It isn't long until both of us fall into a deep slumber, forgetting the evil we would face ahead.