Born To Die

He watched as she held the smoke in her hand for a ten count and exhaled, excitement running through her entire body as she lay back down on the pillow next to him. She let out a small sigh of pleasure, her exposed, naturally tanned stomach slowly rising up and down. He observed her every little movement with his eyes, the way she drew small circles on his exposed chest with her fingertips, making his entire body shudder. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing here in bed with her. He knew how furious Zayn would be if he caught him in bed with his cousin, but Ayah Malik wasn’t someone he could easily resist; especially when he found himself falling in love with her. He planted a small, lustful kiss on her lips before taking the smoke from her hand and taking a little taste of it himself, feeling that ‘heaven-on-earth’ rush.

“Choose your last words, this is the last time” she quietly sang along to the song playing in the background “Cause you and I, we were born to die” She smiled slowly at him, and he could see the sweetest sadness in her eyes. Harry placed his large hands on her waist, feeling each and every one of her curves.

They turned around so that he could be on top now. His lips lingered on hers. He knew that being with her was a one-way ticket to heart ache, yet there he was with a girl who didn’t even believe in love. Despite the fact that she was laying right under him this second, she was so untouchable to him which made him desire her all the more.

“Are you going to kiss me or what, Styles?” she asked him with a challenging tone, biting on her lower lip with a smirk. His lips crashed onto hers with such force, it was as if he was trying to prove something to her. Falling in love with Ayah Malik was the biggest mistake he could have ever done, but was it really a mistake he could’ve dodged?