How Can You Love Me?

Chapter Five

A/n: VMA!! 5sos look perfect. Tyler Posey is hyper. Omg!!!!! Lol anyway enjoy the chapter. And Taylor's dress is to short 😖 wait is it even a dress. Just ew. #sorrynotsorry and Adam Levine!! Katy looks gorgeous!!

Chapter Five.

My mum wakes me up to let me know her and dad are taking a day and probably won't be back till late tonight. Zayn texted me fifteen minuets saying he'll be over. So now I'm just straightening up a bit awaiting his arrival trying not to fall asleep. Last night was just freaking weird and scared the crap out of me. I didn't get rid of the note I put it in the drawer of my dresser. Suddenly there is a knock at the door I run down the stairs opening it.

"Hello, love." He smirks.

"Hey!" I say allowing him to come in.

He walks in I lead him to the kitchen. I lean up against the island and he stares at me. I bite my lip.

"So any news on your wrist?" He asks.

"Surgery sometime after Christmas." I shrug. He nods.

"Sucks. I'm sure everything will go well!" He says. I nod in agreement.

"Ok so this project." I start. "I'm pretty sure we are the only ones to be almost finished with it. We'll probably finish it tonight because my parents are out and Jason's at Indi's flat." I say.

"So we are all alone?" He smirks. I nod with a roll of my eyes.

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A few hours later we are finished our project which we will turn in early tomorrow. Now I'm leaned up against the wall in my bedroom as Zayn sits on my bed just staring at at me.

"What are you staring at?"

"You." He states never letting his eyes leave me.

"Me? Why?"

"I believe we've been through this." He smirks that infamous smirk of his.

"I wanted to try something, but I'm not sure how you'll react."

I think for a moment, clueless on what he wants to try. Before my brain can make a decision I'm already nodding. Zayn stands to his full height striding over to me. He puts his hands on the walls next to my head practically trapping me. His eyes trail from my eyes to my lips.

Oh.

He leans in before crashing our lips together. His lips are soft and full I can practically taste the cigarettes on his breath. His smell of cigarettes and soap and some kind of clone engulf me. His hands drop to my waist gently squeezing my hips pushing me further into the wall. He then pulls away all to soon a small whine involuntarily slips from me. He presses his forehead against my own and smiles down at me.

"Did you mind that?" He whispers. I shake my head no.

"No I didn't mind it." I blush. The fact that Zayn is my first real kiss.

"Was I your first kiss?" He asks. I nod. His smile grows wider.

"What would you do if I kissed you again?"

I smirk. "Kiss back."

He leans in more and connects our lips this time my hands slide around his neck playing with his hair, then tightly gripping his shirt collar. He parts my lips with his tongue sliding it in my mouth our tongues moving against each other's. I have no clue what I'm doing I never French kissed anyone before I don't know if I'm doing it right. I hear a door shut I pull away and look at Zayn's confused face.

"I thought you said we'd be alone all day." Zayn says confused.

"I did. My front door was locked." I say.