Into an Outsider. (1D Fanfiction)

Bedroom.

Chapter Seven:

Zayn's POV:

So much has happened in the past two days. All these mixed feelings are starting to boil. After lunch, I really just wanted to keep my distance and cool off. I was hoping I didn't frighten Becca. I've gotten so close to her in such a short amount of time. I don't want what happened today to come between us. The final bell was about to ring. 

I was stuck being the last one out of the classroom. I was rushing to catch up with her until I saw that she waited for me. She looked like she was trying hard not to smile so big, but she did. You can see her dimples from across the hall. 

"Hey Becs." I said standing before her.

"Hey Malik."

"About what happened at lunch, I've just been really bottled up lately and wh-"

"Zayn, don't worry about it. I've had those moments to. I completely understand where you're going."  I was so relieved. I couldn't help but hug her.

"So, I didn't frighten anyone, did I?" I asked quietly in her ear. 

"Not me." I unwrapped my arms from around her torso            .

"Good. That's all that matters."

You know that look some people get when they want to say something but they can't seem to let it out. Becca had that look to her.

"Want to come over to my house?" The words finally escaped from her mouth. 

"Right now? Doesn't Niall take you home?"

"Yeah, He won't mind." She said smiling. 

"Well alright."

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Becca's POV:

Sara and Niall looked at Zayn and I walking up to the car. I was nervous to see how Niall would react to Zayn coming home with me. Zayn leaned into my side to whisper in my ear. "Are you sure it's ok with him?" Him being so close to my face gave me chills. "Yesmam." He laughed and nudged my shoulder.

"Hi Becs...and Zayn." Sara greeted us first.

"Niall, Zayn is coming home with me today so if it's alright, he's riding with us." Niall had no expression, he just looked at the both of us.

"I guess so, I mean do I really have a choice." He didn't seem to thrilled about it.

"Thanks Niall." Zayn said, trying to be friendly.

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Niall played the radio loud so that no one could really talk. He does this when he is upset with me. It bothered me because he doesn't have a good reason to be upset. When we pulled up to the house, I  slamed the mute button on the radio.

"Thanks again Niall." I said rudely.

Zayn stepped out telling Niall "thank you". Before I could even open the door, Niall pulled my arm.

"Be careful Becs, remember what I said before."

"Seriously Niall." I slammed the car door behind me.

~

"Your house is quiet. Is anyone here?" Zayn was in a playful mood. He wondered around my dads house as if it was his own. Taking me along with him like he was the one giving me the tour.

"First off, It's my dads house and no he's never here."

"Oh yeah, I remember what you told me about him. Wow, you weren't kidding when you said he doesn't have one family picture hung up."

"Yeah but, I'd rather be here than at my moms place." 

He discovered my bedroom and slowly creeped in. {Picture of Beccas bedroom to the right}  I leaned against the doorway while I watched him look around. He saw my drawlings and my stacks of journals full of my stories, short stories, and songs I've written. I can't believe someone like Zayn is standing in my bedroom at this very second. Just two days ago I was nothing, but a lethargic teenager, bored with her own uneventful life. Now look, I've become close to Zayn, I'm becoming closer to Liam and Louis. I've gained a little more self confidence. I mean, what's next? I'll befriend Harry Styles? 

I noticed Zayn laughing at a silly picture of Sara and I.

"It's kid of a mess." I said sitting down on my small, cluttered bed. He sat next to me. 

"I wouldn't call this a mess." He looked through all my drawlings and cd's. I didn't mind him being so nosy. 

"You're really good at drawling, Wanna play something for me?" Zayn picked up my guitar and dragged his fingers across the strings.

"Ehh I dunno-"

"C'mon Becca! How about if you sing for me, I'll sing a little something for you." I immediately snatched the guitar out of his hands and prepared myself to sing in front of him for the first time. My heart beat was at hyper speed. I was so nervous, I made it obvious. 

"Becca, It's alright, it's just me." He placed his hand on my arm to comfort me. 

I took three deep breathes and started the very first note.

~

My eyes were shut the entire time. Not once did I even glance up at Zayn. My hands were trembling, my breath was shaky, I couldn't even look up after I finished.

"Becca, th-that was incredible. You're awesome!" I felt relieved to hear from him that I did well. 

"Really? Thank you Zayn! That took a lot for me to do like whoa I'm still shaking." We both laughed.

"That song, Did you write that?"

"Yeah."

"You sound even better live." He said comparing me to the video Niall posted.

"YOUR TURN!" I despartley wanted to hear Zayn sing. I can't even imagine how perfect his singing voice must be.

"Ugh I really don't wa-"

"TOO BAD! Sing for me, please. You already said that you would if I did and I did soo..." I got on one knee and begged him, all as a joke of course. He laughed and moved my guitar to give himself room on the bed. I sat on the floor admiring his beauty from below. 

He sang 'Let me Love You'. His voice was even more perfect than I could ever imagine. When he sang, he automatically became ten times more sexy. I didn't even think that could be possible considering how sexy he already is. I starred at his lips, his chiseled jaw, his eyes, squinting when he hit the high notes. I had the urge to get closer to him. 

When he finished the last high note, he bit his lips and looked down at me. I wanted to kiss him. I looked at his lips trying to make it obvious. He leaned a little closer to me.

"How did I do?" He said in a slow and raspy voice. It was like he was teasing me. I was too scared to kiss him. What if he doesn't want me to. What if he doesn't like me like that. It seems like he wants the same thing, but I can't be sure. I hate over-thinking things. I hate being a coward. 

I leaned into him, kissing him first. His lips pressed harder against mine. He wants this too.

He never let our lips seperate as he pulled me on to the bed. Being in the heat of the moment, I wanted to take it further. 

He crawled on top of me, dragging his hands over my torso. I wrapped my arms around his waist to pull him in closer. I felt his hand go further down my body. The more he touched me, the more I wanted. I pushed his hand further. Our breathing became heavier. 

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it across the room. I did the same with my shirt. He kissed  down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach, stopping at my hips. Before he could go even further, we heard the sound of the front door open.

My heart suddenly stopped. Zayn and I seperated, jerking our bodies upward. 

I heard my dad's grungy voice yell my name. I could tell he was drunk.

Something must've happened to him, he sounded more aggressive than usual.