Aboard England

Working Hard or Hardly Working |MICA|

I sat at the front desk of Syphco Record Company. The phone kept ringing. . "Front desk, Please Hold." it seemed I was saying that, every five minutes, tonight alot my phone calls where coming in than usual. My head still pounded and Last night was still a blur. It was going on 9pm, and it was almost time for me to get off, people rushed out of the building, eager to go home. But when Zayn rushed in, I was sure he wasnt here to recored. I poked my tuonge into the side of my cheek, as I looked down, pretending to do some pretend paper work. The phone still rung off the charts, usally I never answered. .. i know, iknow, thats my job. . But-hey. Zayn pressed on the bell that sat in front of me, and when i didnt look up at him, he pressed it agan, and when he had to press it a third time, it was then, he walked around my desk and lifted me from out of my seat and onto my desk.

I sat with Zayn inbetween my leggs, and his hand cupped my face, "MICA," his voice was eerily calm. I crossed my arms, "What," I said trying to stay as cool as possible, even though I was secretly freaking out. Even though we might have hoocked up, me and zayn were NOTHING. we were nothing but a few drinks, and hoockup. . thats all. "Why.. Why-" the phone rung , interupting him. i let it ring, ignoring the annoying "Bring, bring" sound. "Why, do you do this." he asked. I rolled my eyes. "Do What," I said. "THIS!" He shook me a little bit. "Your so childish." He smiled. I moved from out of his grip, "Isnt that how you like em, ' " I said as I referering to the little girls that stood outside screaming, you could hear them from all the way in here. "Stop," He said in a sort of wine as he pulled me back into his grip. He leant in a bit, . . . but I looked to the side before he could get to my lips. "Let me kiss you. . .you know you want to." he said in a sort of hushed whisper. the phone rung, and the girls that screamed from outside the studio made it hard to concentrate on him. He moved my chin with his index finger, making me stare him in the eye. "Kiss me," he said with a side smile. And i did. Letting him take controll over the kiss as i wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pushed me on my back so that i was laying on my desk. He kissed me, moving over the papers that laid in our way. Were we seriously about to . do it. . On my desk, . .. at my job, . . where he come to recored. That damn phone was still ringing. But it didnt bother me that much, as soon as Zayn was hovering over top of me. I let my hands clamp onto his neck as his lips kissed on my neck. "Stop pretending, you dont want me," he said inbetween kisses. "Whos pretenting," I shot back. Zayn stopped kissing me. "You are," He said, and with out warning his hand was on my chest. I bit my lip, He knew what he was doing to me, but i wouldnt let him win that easily. I arched my leg, Kneeing him right in his croch, softly. Zayn moaned into my neck as he kissed me. And before i knew it, our clothes were laying all over the place, The only thing between us was our under wear. "You want me?" He asked as he kissed my lips. I shook my head yes, i was to overcome to speak. "Say it!" he said, i Pursed my lips together. "Just, c'mon. zayn," i said ready to feel him in all the right places. He smiled, "Say it!" He said once again.

"Get off of me," i said rolling from underneath him, "Whats wrong, " He said with a sly smile. I slipped back into my jeans, "Go." i said flattly. "Why," he said as he stopped me from buckling my pants and placed his lips back on my neck.. "I dont want you." i said dryly, walking past him, picking up my shirt and sliding it over my head. I slipped back on my heels, and strutted towards the door. "My shift's ,over," i smiled slyly, letting him know who won, as I walked out of the door.