She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 3

I woke up worn out; weary with the burden of fear, neverending riddles and desire at once. Yesterday's events seem to flood into my mind, like a flowing river and leaving me drowning under its current. In attempt to hold in my haunting emotions, my mind preoccupies itself by focusing on the extraordinary man named Harry. Gradually I forced myself to leave the lonely room, but not before I used the service that the modern gray bathroom has to offer. My legs then carry me into the bright, spacious kitchen, that was already occupied by extremely good looking guys. Smile conquered my lips.

Just the sight of Harry can calm the raging battle of my unwanted thoughts and in an instant my mood changed into more cheerful one: "Good morning!"

My face endures a heat so unbearable when I find Zayn's eyes trailing up and down my body with so much detail. Slightly regretting that I didn't change my nightly attire, oversized t-shirt and fuzzy sock aren't necessary appropriate for the company. I flicker my eyes from him towards Niall. Big smile framing his lips, lastly I look at Harry. He seems unfazed by my presence, his pale green eyes don't even glance at my way, disappointment tugging at my chest.

"Good morning Juliet!" Niall responded.

The three men were positioned around the white island, which was placed in the middle of the kitchen with yellowish walls. Aimlessly I began to open and close white cabinets, searching for food. At the end I am satisfied with a bowl of cereal.

Unexpectedly husky voice calls for my attention: "Your father wants us to teach you some self-defenses." Our eye contact is brief, yet intense enough to leave me breathless and increases the beating of my heart drastically.

The recovery from the state he caused me is quick, as amusement stretched across my face: "Good morning to you too Juliet! Did you sleep well? Yes thanks for asking Harry and Zayn." I shake my head, "you don't need to teach me. I already know how to do that, I took lessons when I was like 12 or something."

Zayn smirks: "Good morning love." At his last word my breath pausing, and I feel air thickened.

"You have an hour to get ready, then meet us outside." Harry remarked with cold glare, I just roll my eyes and scoff.  In silence I finished my cereals and returned into my room.

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I'm standing in the middle of our big backyard, in my pink sporty shorts, black t-shirt and black sneakers, while ponytail taming my long hair. It's a little over noon now, the sun slowly losing its power yet the air is still warm. The bright light beaming upon training mats that were spread on the grassy soil in the middle of the yard, which was fenced with thick cypress.

My gaze strays to Harry walking towards me. I am lost for breath at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body, covered in only white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. Inexorable heat that roams across my flaming skin has colored my cheeks. I helplessly drag my eyes down to his shorts; the lightness of the fabric indicated that the size of his equipment must be quite impressive. The thought alone ignites something sinister deep down in my core. My fingers twitch, because yearn to slide them over the ink that is permanent on his muscled arms is almost untamable. My tongue slips out of my dry mouth and glides over my lips, as I look up to find his serious face, and his eyes fixed downwards. My body tightens, while desire begins to pool between my thighs. I take my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" Zayn's voice startled me, and pulled me back to concentrate.

I hurried to turn at him, fumbling with words: "W-what, I didn't!"

He hums slowly, a smirk tugging on his lips, while he watches me amusingly. Then I notice his muscular arms that were crossed across his firm chest, tattoos fiercely decorating his tanned skin. My eyes stumbled onto his prominent bulge underneath black shorts, my mouth went dry. I bit my bottom lip in thoughts, which are not appropriate for public ears.