When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

15; Ditching class, pasta, and PDA

Violet

 

The next day is Monday and Zayn and I have classes and jobs and things to attend to. This doesn't go well for him as he feels as though he mustn't leave Safaa's side.

"Zayn, she's fine," I tell him, for the hundredth time that morning. I find a clean shirt in my wardrobe and pull it on. Zayn didn't want to sleep alone last night, so he stayed in mine and Cara's dorm; much to Cara's delight and also disappointment that we only slept - nothing else. "She's back to her old self. There's nothing you can do. You need to go to class."

Zayn sits on the edge of my bed, watching me get dressed. I try not to blush at his lingering stare. He rests his chin on his hands and sighs. "I know. Damn. I know. But I just feel like ... what if something happens?"

I pull on my black pants, one leg at a time and hobbling around the room. "You know that you're just over thinking everything. Nothing is going to happen. Doniya and-"  I trip over Cara's curling iron and stumble forwards onto Zayn. He catches me instantly.

I grin sheepishly, cradled on top of him with my pants halfway up my legs. He laughs, shaking his head, his eyes alight with a sort of playful amusement. He always finds entertainment in me making an absolute fool of myself.

"You good?" He asks.

I blush madly as he holds me up strongly, and nod. My hands sit on his legs, my arms straight as I hold myself up above him. Then his hands move down to my pants and he slowly pulls them up.

"I'm just worried about her, is all," he continues, pulling my pants up my thighs and zipping up the fly. His hands stay gripping my waist. "You know, because it's my fault she's in there in the first place. I don't want her to be miserable."

I don't move, and neither does he. I like the placement of how we are. "You need to learn to listen to me, Malik."

"Yeah, yeah," he says. "It's not my fault. But still, I can try make her time in there a bit more pleasant."

I bend down and peck his nose and stand up straight. "You being with her twenty four seven is not going to make her time more pleasant," I tell him matter of factly. "Even Safaa can get sick of you. I know I do."

I yelp as I suddenly feel his hand hitting me on the ass, and turn around to scold him but find him grinning cheekily. He wraps his arms around my front and pulls me back to him. "You love me."

"Not if you make me late for class," I say, trying to struggle free from his grasp.

He pulls me onto his lap, attacking my face with childish kisses. I laugh and squeal and squirm in his grasp.

"Ditch," he whispers in my ear.

"You know I can't do that."

He continues kissing every inch of me; my cheek, my jaw, my chin, my nose, my neck, my ear. I melt under his touch. He keeps one hand gripping me tight and the other roams around my thighs, moving their way up and under my shirt.

"Zayn," I mumble.

He starts sucking at my neck and I moan madly. "Oh fuck it," I cry, giving into him completely. Just like I always, always do.

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"I hope I don't get in trouble for skipping class," I say as Zayn and I walk into Montoya's to meet Avery and Niall for lunch. We pick a table for four as the couple aren't here yet and sit down next to each other.

"Violet, it's college. Not high school. No one would have even noticed." He then pauses. "Mind you, no one probably would've noticed in high school either."