By the way, I don't really know if Holmes Chapel is ten miles away from Bradford so.. but it's FanFiction, hope no one minds that.
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"W - who is he Zayn? "
"That's what I was trying to tell you. Just let me explain what I know, and don't interrupt until I'm done, okay? " Edward nodded in agreement, teeth grazing his bottom lip nervously. Zayn explained that the lad, whose name was Harry, came from Holmes Chapel, and moved there to Bradford with his father, as Harry had told him when they had hung out by the bleachers. "He says you're his brother, and I can't blame him for trying to get to you. He says you've been gone for a while now. Both of you look exactly like eachother, and basically, you guys are twins. But how come you don't know him or don't even know about having a brother? That seems strange. "
"I - I really don't know.. it's always been my parents and I. They never mentioned of me having a twin. " Edward didn't know whether if he wanted to pull his hair out or if he wanted to run into Zayn's arms and cry again. That's all he has been doing, run and cry for help. For Zayn. It was as if Zayn was his savior, helping him when he needed it the most. Comforting him when he needed someone to pull him close. Those sweet gestures just made Edward fall for the boy even faster than he was. But even though he did accept the fact that he had feelings for Zayn, he still wanted to push them away. He didn't want to hurt him and himself. They weren't good for eachother.
At least, that's what he thought. Sighing, he crossed his arms towards his chest, eyes darting down at the ground beneath him. He could feel Zayn's stare, and it made him feel as warm feeling at the pit of his stomach. For the past weeks, he knew he had shown a lot of weakness to him, but that didn't faze him at all. There was no point into trying to cover up how he really felt, Zayn was too stubborn. He's done everything, pestering Edward, bugging him when he wanted to be alone by himself.
"Do you want to see him though? I feel like you'd want to, I mean, not now but, maybe after a little while? I know you need to take this all in, so I'm not going to push you into taking to him. Am I pressuring you? I'm so sorry — " he cuts Zayn of with a cute giggle, Zayn feels heat rushing to his cheeks. "No. You're fine, Zayn. "
Now they've gone completely silent. It wasn't a comfortable one nor was it an awkward one. They didn't know how to feel about the situation. Zayn was thinking of how his giggle sounded so adorable. He wished that he could hear those sounds of joy more often, but he knew he needed to wait. Breaking the silence once more, he steps closer to the slightly taller lad, looking into his emerald green eyes with much love, and passion in his honey ones.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? " Then, it was Edward's turn to blush. "Uh, w - what? " His response caused Zayn to smile widely, then to slip his arms around his curvy waist. Pulling him closer and their breaths fanned against eachothers' faces. They somehow knew they were going to end up hurting at least the other person, or making them upset, but they were too focused on this moment. Hearts were beating and hammering out of their chests, lips close to touching. Hands pressed into eachothers' skin, and hot puffs of breaths coming out of their mouths. Edward was pushed against the wall, trapped with no escape. "Tell me.. do you want me to stop? " Suprisingly, he replied with a "no."
"Do you want me to leave you alone? "
"No.. "
"Do you want to push me away again? " He shook his head.
"No "
The next question was what caught him to freeze up in his spot.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" He shuddered at Zayn's deep, husky voice. It was barely above a whisper but it managed to make him feel so vulnerable under his touch. He contemplated, unsure of his decision. Hesitant, and doubtful, because, what if he finally gives in, he ends up being left alone in the end? What if this was a wrong? What was he doing?
Those questions he asked himself didn't seem to matter when he lets out a small "yes.. " to come out of his lips. "Are you sure? I don't want to scare you and make you run off again. I can't handle that again. "
Did he really want this? Was he really willing to risk himself to fall deeper for this boy who already had his heart and he doesn't even know it? Was he really doing this?
"Yes. I'm sure." Zayn surged forward, connecting both their lips into a passionate kiss. As Zayn's arms were wrapped around Edward's waist, Edward's hands meanwhile found themselves tangled in Zayn's black hair, tugging at the strands, receiving a shrill and deep groan from the boy.
They pulled away for only a second. "Did I ever tell you that I've been waiting for this to happen for so long? " Edward says, eyes still closed.
"No. " They continued to press their bodies together. Zayn licked on Edward's bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which he denied, but Zayn growled lowly, biting at the cherry, swollen skin, causing Edward to gasp, to which he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. Gripping Edward's bottom with one of his hands, the younger boy moaned with delight, sending shivers down Zayn's spine. "Shit, baby... "
Zayn moved away from the kiss, just to press his lips onto Edward's neck. There was a bruise starting to form on the pale skin. He nibbled and sucked, claiming the boy, marking him as his. While Edward let's out noises, minutes after, Zayn steps back and sees a purple patch on the side of Edward's collarbone.
"Mine.. " he muttered under his breath.
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