Just Friends

Chapter 64

WARNING: Graphic sexual content is in this chapter. If this offends you, please skip down to the last few paragraphs. Thank you.

We pulled up to a quaint little house that was almost as tiny as mine back at home. It was nestled in the middle of two larger houses on each side of it and from the looks of it, nobody had stepped food inside for a couple of months.

"This is your house?"

"Yes. I grew up here. I moved my mom and sisters to a new one and I kept this one because I just couldn't let it go." Zayn said. He then reached his hand out and took mine. "Let's go."

I followed him out of the SUV and up to his front door. I watched as he took our a small little key from his pocket that opened it, his face unreadable. The door swung open revealing a tiny little living room with a well used couch and tiny square television that was sitting on a tiny table across from it. The walls were covered with a patterned wallpaper that had a few pictures hanging on it.

"This is quite charming." I commented.

"Thank you. It's not much but, it's home. Come, I'll show you around."

Zayn grabbed my hand once again and gave me a short tour of his home. He showed me his kitchen and dining room where him and his family would eat ever night as a family. He showed me his backyard or 'garden' as he would say. Then he finished the tour off by bringing me to his bedroom that he had up until his audition for XFactor.

"So this was your room?" I asked. His walls were mostly bare except for a picture of Bob Marley that was taped just above the headboard of his bed. In the corner of his room was a small warn-out desk that was scattered with paper. It wasn't much but it definitely felt cozy.

"Yeah. This is where I discovered I could sing. I remember singing at the top of my lungs and my sister banging on my wall trying to get me to shut up." He laughed.

"We all have to start somewhere." I said in a hushed tone. A few moments of silence passed before one of us spoke again but even in that short amount of time, a crazy amount of tension formed around us.

"Ok. Enough of this." He said, grabbing me around my waist and pulling me close to him. "I need you right now."

"Then take me." I whispered.

Without hesitation, he forced his lips onto mine and began kissing me, not wasting any time adding his tongue. He reached down and lifted me up to where my legs were wrapped around his torso.

I brought my hands around to the back of his head and tangled my fingers into his hard, gently pulling. Zayn moaned into my mouth then took a step forward, pushing my back up against the wall.

"Fuck." I cursed as he moved his lips onto my neck, causing my breathing to quicken. "I want you so bad."

Zayn didn't reply. Instead, he brought me back from the wall, turned, and dropped me into his bed. He stood looking down at me from the foot of his bed, his hand rubbing his chin in thought. Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face. He bent down quickly and reached up and under my dress, pulling down my panties.

"Touch yourself." He commanded.

"Wh-what." I stuttered, taken back by his words.

He reached down once again but this time to pull my legs apart.

"Touch. Yourself. For me, baby."

I nodded once then brought one of my shaking hands down to the apex of my thighs.

"It's alright, love. It's just me." He said when I hesitated.

I took a deep breath then finally placed my fingers down onto my center. I slowly started to circle my fingers over my clit, the sensation making me pull in a sharp breath. I shifted my eyes to look up at Zayn and I found him shirtless and palming his growing erection through his slacks. The sight instantly turned my on even more than I already was, making me realize why he had wanted to watch me.