Insanely Obsessive {Zayn&Harry} -Bwwm

Nine:

Riding on the back of Jaleel's motorcycle is a little scary, but not bad. It's actually really exciting, my stomach is tingling. My hands are on his shoulders, he has on a blue Hollister shirt. I move my arms down a little and transfer them under his arms. I can see a couple tattoos on his arms and one on the back of his neck. It's a rose with a knife in it and blood dripping off of it. I look out at the cars we're weaving through, people's eyes linger on us. At red lights girl look pretty jealous, I kind of like it. Maybe this is a little bit of what if would have felt like if I was in high school with him. He touches my hand on his chest and rubs it. I drag my hands down to his stomach, he has amazing abs, then to his waist. I stop there, "You could keep going baby girl. I'm not shy. Not even a lil bit. " He yells back at me. My hands immediately snap back up to his chest. I notice we're going towards the highway and I look all around at the big cars. And the fact that neither of us have on helmets... Ok, stop being so white Jaleel's words ring through my head. When he pulls on to the highway he's speeds up significantly. I gasp the butterflies in my stomach jump and I wrap my arms around his body as tight as possible pressing my head to his shoulder. I hear him laugh a little then speed up more I grab him more. Everything I see is a blur of color and it's making me scared and a little sick. I clamp my eyes shut and feel the air whip through me. When I open my eyes again the blur of colors is over. It's just us on a long empty road, which frightens me more. Where is this random guy that I met in the mall a half hour ago taking me? My stomach starts churning and my hands get clammy. My breathing starts picking up and tears start burning at the back of my eyes. Stop, nothing is going to happen to you. Stop being ridiculous. I take a deep breath to calm myself down. After a few more minutes we pull off an exit and roll up to a red light. We slowly come to a stop and I look around at all the jealous looking girls, and even some guys make a few explicit gestures through their cars. Almost all of these people look about college aged. Is that where he's taking me? To his dorm at his college? I look around at see in the distance a collection of huge buildings. We go right towards them with a few of the cars that were at the red light.

We pull up to one of the various buildings and stop. We both hop off the motorcycle and walk around the building. We go in through the back door and hide behind a wall, "What are we- " He puts his hand over my mouth, "Shhh. This is my dorm. Girls aren't allowed on schooldays, " he whispers. I smile underneath his hand. He takes it back, "You have a beautiful smile shawty. " I smile a little more, "Thank you. " He takes my hand and leads me down a hallway looking around for people. He rounds a corner then comes right back pulling me into him. He puts his finger to my lips. I see a shadow cross the floor and keep going. He rubs his finger across my bottom lip, "You're lips are really soft T. I wonder if they taste sweet. Like oreos. " I bite my bottom lip and my face gets warm. He takes my hand and pulls me to a room then he pushes me in looks to both his sides and comes in. He shuts the door behind him. I look around his room, two beds a few posters, two beanbag chairs, a tv and a couple game systems. He points to a little book case filled with movies, "Pick a movie. " I walk over to the movies and look at a clock on top of the case. It's almost 11:30, "Hey, I have to be at school by.. " History starts at one but all we're doing is working on a packet. "2:30. I have to go to Trig but I can skip history I'm not worried. " He smiles at me. I reach down and look through the movies. I feel Jaleel smack my ass so hard. I jump up, "Ow! " He laughs, "I'm sorry but you can't throw that ass all up in the air and then just expect a nigga not to slap it, tap it, something. " I rub my tongue over my top row of teeth. I go back to looking at the movies, a bunch of stuff I've never seen. I don't know what to pick. I move a couple of them and see one that I know. Love & Basketball, a movie I've seen a million times. It's kind of a romantic girly move. "Love and Basketball? I'm not gonna lie I really like that movie. " He slips the movie out of my hands and puts it in one of the game stations. He plops back onto a huge black beanbag chair and then points to a blue one, "Make yourself at home. " I copy him and plop down on the chair. I can't deny that it's really comfortable I pull my shirt out of his jacket pocket and look at it. It's still stained. He looks over at me, "Hey, there's a washer and dryer up here. You want me to wash your clothes? " I shrug, "What would I wear? " He gets up and disappears without an answer. He drops a pair of light gray Hollister sweatpants into my lap. I laugh, "You really like Hollister huh? " He smiles at me and shrugs, "Yeah. I mean, I work there. And a nigga never turns down a discount. " I stand up, "Turn around. " He rolls his eyes playfully and turns around. I turn around too. I take off my jeans and put them on the beanbag chair. "Goddamn shawty. All that ass stuffed in them boy shorts. " I turn my head to glare at him. He puts up his hands, "My bad. " He turns back around and I pull on the sweatpants and tighten the string. I sit down and he takes my pants and shirt and leaves. I shift uncomfortably, so I'm in a strange guy's room, wearing his clothes while he takes mine who knows where. Sitting on his beanbag chair, going to ride his motorcycle again, and I'm not freaking out? Wow, today is a strange day, and I'm gonna skip history? Very strange.