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

chapter 8

Days came and went past me so swift that I have almost lost its count. During the days boys had me sweating profoundly; workout usually took place through afternoon, as the mornings were mostly all about - how to escape from dangerous situations.

Harry has been so distant and cold lately, a bit like a weather, which is getting murky and chilly. I don't know what I have done to him, because ever since his intense confession he would constantly snap at me, or give me dark glares, or simply ignore me, and that saddened me deeply. Niall, Louis and Liam are the ones who would mend my injured mood, and as for Zayn goes; he enjoys to tease me way more than he should.

"Guys I would love to go out of the house, it's such a nice day." An unintentional note of petulance crept in my voice. My eyes gradually maneuver over to the guys, around the table in the dining room.

It has been three days now since my dad has visited, and after two cloudy days finally the sun has appeared and merrily shone through the windows, intensifying my yearn to spend this day outdoors. 

Boys exchange brief glances with one another, while I wait for their answer a bit impatiently. Long moment later Harry makes eye contact with me, I instanyl flushed, feeling uncertain of my appearance. He announces: "Zayn will take you somewhere. But the rest of us have to take care of something."

At his words my smile stretched considerably, joy overtook every inch of me. I spring up on my feet and rush to his side, hugging him tightly. With my touch his body stiffened, so I quickly withdraw my hands and straighten myself up. I look down upon him, at the same time he gazes up at me with frown. I give him a faint smile in apology, and fold my hands before me, glancing around and awkwardly shift on my feet.

My eyes meet Zayn's, a grin rearranges my facial expression: "Oh my noble sir Zayn! We don't have no time to waste, so up you go." He just scoffs, playfulness present in his gesture. 

I gaze over to the guys with large smile on my lips and then briefly bow my head: "My good sirs, with sadness in her heart, your lady is leaving you for the time being." I sigh, and quickly turn away and almost sprint out of the house. As it would seem I once more embarrassed myself in front of them. Faintly I could hear chuckles and some mumbles from them. Luckily Zayn was following me close behind.

In tranquil air of a car I look at the side of Zayn's face: "Where are we going?"

He briefly gazes over to me: "We're having shooting practice again. Harry's instructions."

"Really?" My eyes widen fleetingly, while my voice was for an octave higher. Zayn hums, as I lean my head on the side window, watching the scenery change; street slowly fading into bare lands with occasional oasis of trees.

I mumble more to myself: "Nice!"

...I'll be once again all alone with Zayn in the middle of nowhere? Wow, this is opportunity I was waiting for...

At my thoughts I feel air ticketing as unbearable heat rushes through my veins. Desire for his body intensifying as we drawing to our destination.

Eventually he parks in the middle of lonely meadow. Straightaway I turn my face to look at him. His eyes turns to me. The sudden thrill sparked up an irresistible lust, strong enough to have me lean over, pressing my lips onto his and grab his black shirt to pull him closer.  My sudden deed must have took him by surprise, because he responds with delay, but with obvious need. His fingers braided themselves in my half ponytail, pressing me closer. With each minute the air got more sensual. My core throbs for his.

He separates our lips slowly, then leans his forehead to mine, his dark eyes smoldering mine: "You're a tease!" His voice was breathtakingly flirtatious.