Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 20

Perrie's POV.

I wake up in Zayn's bed, but he isn't there. I'm thankful he brought me home safe, but I'm still a little angry at him for what he said to me. I sit up, and immediately feel a huge headache. I groan and get out the bed. I look for some sweatpants, maybe one of his older sister, who moved out a couple of months ago. Zayn told me he wants to move out too, but his parents won't let him, because he needs to keep an eye on Waliyha and Safaa. I think that's rubbish, but I'm not the one to make that decision, and his parents were nice and let me stay at their house, so I can't complain. And I won't. I look for five minutes, but can't find any sweatpants, but I don't really care. I drag myself off the stairs, heavy leaning on the railing. When I walk to the kitchen, holding my hand against my head, I spot Zayn watching telly.

I walk to the kitchen. I don't need his help, not to find some pills.

I look for three minutes, then I give up.

'Zaaaayn!!' I yell.

'Yea?!' he yells back from the couch, after five seconds.

'Help me!!' I say.

'With what?' he asks. I groan mentally.

'Come to the kitchen, goddamn!!' I yell. I hear him chuckle, but then I hear his footsteps coming closer.

'The medicines are in that cabinet.' he says chuckling, when he enters the kitchen. He points to one of the highest cabinets. I sigh and turn around, trying to reach it, but I can't. Then I feel Zayn's body closer to mine and his arm reaching the cabinet. He pulls out the pills I need and puts them on the counter. I turn around to look in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He looks back and I forget my annoyance towards him for a moment. He leans in and gives me a long kiss.

'You forgot to say good morning, babe.' he smirks against my lips.

'Oh, how can I make it up to you?' I ask cheekily.

'Oh, I know something.' he whispers in my ear. Then he kisses my neck roughly, he almost immediately finds my sweet spot and I moan. He smirks and starts sucking it. I put my arms around his neck as he continues. I stroke his back and tug at the end of his shirt. He pulls it over his head. Now his inked muscular body is shown and I bite my bottom lip. He starts kissing me on the lips again. After a couple of minutes he lifts me up and puts me on the counter, next to the pills.

I completely forget my headache. His touche is a medicine, a drug. And I need more. He grabs my thigh, and opens my legs, standing in between them. He strokes my thigh lightly and then rubs my sensitive area. I grab his hair and moan softly. His hands keep rubbing on the same place and he places soft kisses in my neck. Then his hands slide under my, well technically his, shirt and he strokes my body. I wanna be more close to him, so I push myself more to him, but there's almost no space left between us.

He said I needed to make it up, but it's mostly him giving me pleasure, so I choose to give it a twist and move my hand from his chest, each second a little lower. I let my hand slip into his sweatpants, and then in his boxers. My hand surrounds his length, and see him a little shocked of my actions, from the corner of my eye. I move my hand a little, up and down, slowly. I feel him harden and his eyes are closed.

'Pez.' he groans. I smirk.

'Please...' he begs. I move my mouth to his ear.

'And you're calling me inexperienced?' I whisper. He doesn't respond. I take that as a sorry, and I think he learned his lesson, so I fasten up.

'Hmm yea.' He moans.

'Yes, baby.'

'Harder.'