Heal [a Zarry story]

Chapter 14

-Zayn-

Silence. Nothing but silence for too long, making things awkward. I'd messed this up, I knew it. I should've just kept quiet.

"You're....a what?" He asked, sounding in disbelief.

"A virgin." I repeated, hating to say it.

He paused, straddling me, and I looked up into the darkness where I imagined his face would be.

"You're...are you kidding? You've never had sex?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, huffing. "No, okay? Can we please stop...talking about it?"

"I don't understand." He said with a chuckle.

"Do you need to?" I asked with a shrug.

"Zayn," He laughed. "can you like, give me some sort of back story?"

"Liam was the only person I ever really loved and....we never...shagged." I explained briefly.

"Why not? You loved each other didn't you?" He asked.

"Yes but...it was pure love. We were waiting for the right time and...it obviously never happened." I said, feeling sad. I'd not only ruined the moment, but dug up the past.

"Oh." He said quietly.

I sighed heavily, sitting up and gripping his hips, preparing to lift him off of me.

"I'm sorry, I know I ruined-"

He cut me off with a tender kiss, sliding his fingers into my hair and pushing himself against me.

The kiss was hot, and made me pause.

"Zayn, I know there's not going to be another time like this...or for this. I want you now." He breathed, kissing me again.

His lips brushed against my ear next, and I gasped at the feeling of him licking the shell of my ear.

"I'll go slow, I promise. I won't hurt you." He whispered.

I swallowed, sliding my hands around to his lower back and pulling him impossibly closer as I nodded, kissing his neck.

He chuckled, pushing me back down onto the bed.

It didn't take long for him to pull his briefs off, and grip the waistband of my boxers.

I bit my lip, ignoring my nervousness as he pulled them down, and off.

I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin for the brief moment our bodies were hovering inches from each other.

He was now back on top of me, and I was having trouble breathing properly.

"Are you ready?" He asked, rolling his hips down against mine, the sizzling bare skin to bare skin contact making me feel like I could melt.

He grinded down against me, and I groaned from all I was feeling, sinking what fingernails I had into his back.

"Yeah." I huffed, barely aware of what I was agreeing to. I just wanted him.

"Just relax." He whispered, reaching over and opening the night table drawer.

I lay there, chewing on my lip and waiting to feel what he did next. My heart was pounding so hard I was worried it'd give out before I got to experience...Harry.

"I've thought about this for a long time Zayn." He said softly, not helping my nervousness one bit.

He pushed my legs apart with cool hands, giving me goosebumps.