I stared at him, not knowing what i should say.
Of course I want to be his girlfriend.
but then again, we hate eachother.
But god he is so perfect.
I stare at him for a second and bite my lip.
"I don't know..." I sigh biting down on my swollen lips. My eyes meet his.
"Andrea..." He whispers, his fingers lightly pressing into my outer thighs, waiting for my answer.
"Yes, i will be your girlfriend, Zayn. Under one condition" i mutter. He smiles putting his hands around my waist, and i put my arms around his neck as we hug. He smirks as he kisses my neck and down my neck to my collar bone. He grabs my boobs in his hands and he glances up at me.
"Get your hands off me" i tease and he smirks, letting them go.
"What is this condition?" he asks.
"I want you to tell me what happened..." I whispers, my fingers trialing down the sides of his arms.
"Andrea" He breaths as he bends down and picks up my shirt handing it to me.
"Yeah?" i ask. He places his palms on the counter so i am trapped between his arms. I rest my hand on his bicep. He pressed his lips together and his eyes eventually found mine.
"It's extremely painful to talk about... I spent years running from it, and covering it up. I didn't want to ever have to explain to someone what happened again." he spoke, his voice soft.
"I'm sorry" I say, kissing his cheek.
"I promise to tell you one day." He says, backing up and walking over to the couch grabbing a shirt.
"Soon?" I ask, scooting off the counter and finding myself standing next to him.
"Yeah, soon." he says "You know you are going to have to go home at some point baby..." he says, frowning. I nod, knowing he was right and my father would flip his shit.
"Well.... i know... and i will..." i say.
Zayn's POV-
There is a long silence before she says something I did not expect her to say.
"Zayn why wont you have sex with me?" she said, her voice almost sounded desperate.
"What?" I ask, my voice quiet.
"Every time me almost go there, you stop. Do you just not want to have sex with me?" she asks, sounding a little angry.
"No, Andrea. Trust me, I want to... I really do want too. But I told you I want it to be special." I say, turning around to look at her.
"How special can it be, Zayn? You're sticking your dick into me." she says, crossing her arms over her chest. I felt my blood boil.
"I'm just trying to respect you" I growl.
"I want it though. I want you." she says, reaching out to touch my arm.
"You really don't get it" I say moving away from her touch.
"Then please feel free to enlighten me." she spits.
"Among other things, I was charged with sexual assault when I was 16" I say, looking down. I felt less angry and more ashamed at this point. I haven't talked about this since that day in court. "I was 16 and she was 15." I say, my hand reaching to the back of my neck. "I was a virgin and she was a virgin. She told me she wanted it too... she let me fuck her. A few days later I hadn't heard from her when cops showed up at my house to ask me a few questions. They told me she was pressing charges against me for raping her and for domestic violence." I stop, looking up at Andrea who was now sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.
