Back and Forth

Chapter One

   "You don't know what's in store, but you know what your here for.."
    -High for This, The Weeknd

   I snuggle my head into the crook of Zayn's neck and his arm is loosely wrapped around my waist. I pull the duvet closer to my body, wanting to fall asleep again. I don't care what time it is I just want to lie here with Zayn. I just want to feel his warmth next to me, knowing he is still here and I'm not alone.

   "Kas?" Zayn mumbles, his voice raspy from sleeping.

   He removes his arm from my waist and turns to where he is lying on his back. I turn away from him on my opposite side, annoyed that he pulled away from me. I pull the blanket over my head hoping he takes the hint.

   "Babe? It's almost noon, your family is coming over at one," Zayn says and I just ignore him. That's also another reason I want to sleep. I don't want to deal with my parents and Zayn at the same time.

   I feel Zayn getting up and hear him walking into the bathroom. I roll my eyes and get over the fact that he didn't stay in bed with me. The shower water could be heard and I decide to get up. There is no point in staying in bed now that Zayn isn't in it.

   I pick out a nice casual dress, knowing very well that my mother expects us too look nice. I pair my dress with gladiator sandals and run a brush through my straight, dark blonde hair. I have to wait for Zayn before doing my hair and makeup since all my stuff is in the bathroom.While I wait, I decide to go down stairs and tidy up the place.

   My parents hate messes even if it's tiny and practically unnoticeable. My parents are very strict and have really high expectations of me. So when I met Zayn and stopped going to University they were very angry and blamed him. They also don't approve of how often Zayn is away. And they aren't shy about sharing their thoughts either.

   After vacuuming the livingroom and wiping down the counters, Zayn comes down stairs. He is in a simple black shirt and skinny jeans. His hair is wet and sticking out in all directions.

   "What are doing?" he asks.

   "Just cleaning a little," I answering before going to get the broom.

   "C'mon, your parents won't be here for more than ten minutes before we all leave to get lunch," he says once I'm back in the kitchen.

   "That's plenty of time to judge everything about my life, for them," I say and begin sweeping.

   Zayn walks up behind me wrapping one of his arms around my waist and removing the broom from my hands with the other. He places it against the nearest wall and gently kisses my neck, sucking and lightly bighting in some places.

   "Zayn," I say breathless. "I need to-"

   "Shhh," he cuts me off. "Just relax."

   I nod, biting my bottom lip, as he kisses just below my ear.  His left hand slowly rises up from my waist and cups my breast, messaging it lightly. I moan a little and close my eyes. I open them momentarily and glance at the clock above the stove. We only have half an hour before they are going to be here.

   "Zayn, I have to finish getting ready," he whisper and he just mumbles something against my  neck.

   I could feel the bugle against my lower back and take a small step forward in order to turn around and face him. I attach my lips to his and he kisses me back hungrily. I tangle my hand in his hair and his right hand comes up to my lower jaw, cupping it. I tug on his bottom lip as I pull away resting my forehead on his.

   "Kasie," he groans, irritated over the fact that I pulled away.

   "I have to finish getting ready, please finish sweeping for me?" I say and pull away from him the rest of the way.