Never Enough (z.s.)

chapter one

"Gosh, I'm so excited to know one of your friends!" Emily said happily for the millionth time, clapping her hands and showing a big smile on her lips covered with a bright pink lipgloss so shiny that if you concentrated hard enough you could already imagine the hair sticking there like magnets. She even woke up early that morning to prepare all the food that now occupied two tables. Zayn had asked her not to overdo it, but the message didn't seem to come to her at all.

"Yeah" Zayn replied with a flat voice. He was immersed in his thoughts more than usual. And the more the seconds passed, the more the fact that inviting the taxi guy to his house had been a good idea became nonsense. Zayn had no idea what he was going to do. It had all been purely improvised. Would he confess to his wife that he cheated on her and break the family in two and then have as a reward a boy who considered him as a piece of meat - quite frankly, Zayn doubted that he considered him at all - to then regret it or would he make the green eyed lad meet his family and make him see how "happy" they all are together and then tell him that whatever went on between them had to end, and then ending up regretting it? Zayn didn't know. Both cases had more cons than pros, and in both cases he would have lost someone. Zayn furrowed his brows and tried to think of a third option, but before he could even try to figure out how he could manage not to lose his beloved taxi driver nor his family, he heard someone knock on the door.

And Zayn's heart did a triple backflip.

He was so nervous. He didn't think that this would ever happen, he definitely didn't. And now the person that he loved but hated at the same time was knocking on the his house door, while his wife was impatiently waiting to meet his mysterious friend.

If only she knew the truth she would probably take one of the overflowing trays that she was trying to put on the table without letting anything fall and she would smash it on his head.

Zayn shivered at the thought, glancing quickly at the steel trays before saying "I'm going to open"

Zayn walked slowly to the door. He felt like his heart would jump out of his chest. His breaths were so fast and short that Zayn thought he might have had a panic attack at any moment. With sweaty and trembling hands, he opened the door.

Initially Zayn decided that the floor was very interesting at the time, and decided to stare at it and avoid eye contact with him in any way.

"Hey babe" he heard at one point a raspy voice whispering from in front of him. The taxi driver raised his hand slowly and placed his fingers under Zayn's chin, gently lifting his face to look him in the eye as he whispered "Look at me

Zayn felt chills run up and down his back, the small touch caused a rather exaggerated reaction in Zayn's body but this was the effect that the taxi guy had on Zayn, and he was convinced that he would never get used to those bittersweet sensations that he always craved so much.

After a few seconds Zayn took courage and let his eyes land on the boy in front of him. Zayn found the most beautiful guy he had ever seen. His brown curls were falling softly over his broad shoulders. He was wearing a purpura suit with thin golden lines that started from his shoulders up to the central button of the jacket. It seemed very expensive for a taxi driver. It hugged his hips and shoulders really well. He was also wearing a black shirt and a pair of black moccasins. His eyes were so bright, probably due to the dark outfit. He was, in one word, trulystunningandimmenselyfuckableandcompletelybreathtaking.

When he saw that Zayn was looking at him with such adoration and lust, a big smile spread on his perfect rose lips, his teeth showing and his dimple deeper than ever, and Zayn would have sworn he saw his cheeks become a light tint of red. Zayn felt like he was about to fall on the floor.