After // ziall

Chapter 82

"Are you okay? How was it?" His eyes search my face and he looks more vulnerable than I thought possible.

"I'm okay." I assure him. I press my thighs together to dull the ache.

"Was it.. was it what you expected?" He wipes his hair away from his forehead.

"It was better." I answer honestly. Even with the pain, the whole experience was exquisite. I find myself already fantasising about the next time.

"Really?" He grins. I nod and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine.

"How was it for you? It will be better once I have more.. experience." I tell him. His grin fades and he presses his fingers under my chin gently, tilting my head backwards to me look at him.

"Don't say that, it was great baby. It was better than great, it was.. the best." He says and I roll my eyes. I am sure he has been with far better, people who actually know what to do and when to do it.

Answering my thoughts he says, "I didn't love them. It is a completely different experience when you love the person. Honestly, Niall. It's totally different, incomparable. Please don't doubt yourself or degrade what we just did." His voice is so soft and sincere I feel my heart swell and I kiss the bridge of his nose.

He smiles and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. he smells so good, even sweaty he is my favourite scent.

"Does it hurt?" He runs his fingers through my short hair and I think about his question for a few seconds before answering.

"Sort of. I am afraid to stand up." I laugh. He squeezes me tighter and kisses my shoulder.

"I've never been with a virgin before." He says quietly. I look up at him and his eyes are soft, not mocking in the least.

"Oh." My mind produces a hundred questions about his first time. The when, where, who and why. But I push those thoughts away, he didn't love him or her. He has never loved anyone but me. I don't care about that anymore, the people in his past are just that. His past. I only care about this beautiful flawed man who just made love for the first time in his life.

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"Are you ready to get up?" Zayn asks at least an hour later.

"I know I should, I just don't want to." I tell him and rub my cheek against his chest.

"I don't want to rush you, but I really have to piss." He tells me and I laugh, climbing off of him and the bed.

"Ow." I say before I can stop myself.

"You okay?" He asks for the thousandth time. His hand reaches out to help steady me.

"Yea, just sore." I tell him. I cringe when I look at my sheets.

"I'll toss them." He pulls the sheets off the small bed.

"Not in here, Steph will see them."

"Okay? So where?" He moves up and down on his heels. He must have been holding his bladder for a while.

"I don't know.. can you put them in a dumpster or something when you leave?"

"Who said I was leaving? So what, you sleep with me and then kick me out?" His eyes dance with amusement. He grabs his jeans and boxers off the floor and puts them on. I grab his shirt and hold it out to him.

"Just go pee, take the sheets out on your way just in case." I don't know why I care so much, but the last thing I need is Steph drilling me for information about losing my virginity.