Moan {HIATUS}

I Have No Words (16)

Five things:

1. Zayn is scarred. I don't know how to help him

2. OH MY GOD

3. OH MY FUCKING GOD

4. DID I MENTION OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

5. For some reason since I found out the sexual tension between Zayn and I sky rocketed...

I don't know how to react, Zayn is only sort of at fault. I need to talk to Harry and Liam. That's what I should do.

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"Why the fuck does she know?" Harry shouts. He and Liam just found out I know.

"She found the closet." Zayn says quietly.

"You are supposed to keep it locked!" Liam yells.

"I was working with the new ones!" Zayn shouts back.

"Stop SHOUTING!" I scream. The all quiet and look at me. "I know, and we can't change the past, I just need to ask a few questions." They sit down, and I start pacing.

"Fire away." Liam sighs.

"First of all, Zayn, the key you wear. Is it to the closet?" he nods, so I continue, "When will this stop?"

"Damon is slowly letting us stop filming but he still films Niall and Louis." Liam can't look at me as he replies.

"Right, so how are we going to fix this?"

"We?" Zayn scoffs, "No! No! No, you are not getting involved in this!"

"Yes! I am, it's happening!"

"No! NO! You are not fucking going to get involved!"

-

"Ok, so we destroy all the disks. Then I act as a lawyer, with my disguise, I scare Damon with a possible law suit, and suing him." I say and Liam nods.

"You need a business card, and a really good make up artist." Harry says. Zayn sighs.

"I think I can get my makeup artist to make me look completely different. That or I could pull a Mrs. Doubtfire. Ya' know, like the movie."

"Okay, so it's settled." Liam says happily.

"This is a really bad idea." Zayn huffs.

"Harry and I are going to go." Liam says. I wait till I hear the door slam.

"Do you have any better ideas?" I ask him angrily.

"Yea! You just let Damon finish this!"

"Zayn, you fucked up! You fucked up real bad, and I am going to fix it!"

"I don't want or need to hear this from you!" He shouts. I flinch back, but retaliate, not letting him scare me.

"What do you want to hear? How much of a fuck-up you are from one of your best mates? Your manager? Your family?" I shout back at him, throwing my hands in the air.

"I don't want," He pauses long enough to shove me against the nearest wall of his bedroom, putting his large hands on my upper arms, "to hear this shit from you." He lowers his volume and it scares me.

"What do you want to hear then Zayn? Hmm?" I falter with my bravado, but try not to show him. He gets real close to the neck and ear. So close I can feel his warm breath on my neck.

"I want to hear you moan." He moves his hands. One goes on the side of my body, on my ribcage. The other goes on the wall behind me. "I wanna hear you scream my name. I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk. I want to have you trembling." I gasp at his dirty words. I grab his face and pull it closer to mine.

"God, I hate you," Then I kiss him. It's sloppy, but I love it, "but I fucking love you." I say after we break. Then I realize what I said.

"I love you too." The he kisses me again. He squeezes my side.