a/n: I always loved the heath/Zoey relationship the most and I noticed that there is very few stories featuring their love so I created one! =) please be forgiving if you think this is cheesy, it's my first fanfiction story. Loving criticism will be appreciated! But remember LOVING! Haha =)

P.S This takes place after betrayed, maybe even a little into chosen. I don't want it to spoil your fun if you haven't read that far so hurry and finish the books so you can read my story! =)

Zoey POV

I hate having a room to myself.

It never seems to feel warm at the House of Night. Not that the weather ever bothers me, it's just always so gray here; gray at sunrise when I go to bed, gray at sunset when I wake up. And how can I forget the blackness of the night that I live in. I'll admit it was starting to take a toll on my usually chipper personality. Okay I have never been what most people call chipper, but I usually don't feel so depressed all of the time either.

Just as I was staring at another bleak sunrise and thinking about going to bed the beeping noise that meant that I have a txt message came screeching at me from the other side of the room. I looked at my phone. The txt was from Heath.

Hey Zo!

Can I see you?

Zo lets meet soon!

I was so wishing that Stevie Rae was here so that I could talk to her about Heath. I really don't know what to do about him. It seems like a lame clique but how can something that seems so completely right be so completely wrong? It would obviously never work between us. But he always feels like home to me. I really should slow things down with him.

I can't right now Heath.

Oh. You'll meet me on Friday right?

I could feel him begging. It's not right that he acts like he needs me so much. Our relationship wouldn't work and that is why I need to end things now before I'm too far into things. This is what I keep telling myself so that I don't go running out the door to meet him.

Yeah, I'll meet you Friday.

Ok don't forget. I'll see you then.

I'll think of a reason not to go later. Something will come up. Until then, I need to get some sleep. I can't even keep my thoughts straight when I'm this tired.

I woke in the morning to Nala's face being an inch from mine. And let me tell you, she did not look happy. I jerked back from her before I was even fully awake. The result was me almost ending up on the floor. As I started to get up to take a quick shower I could have sworn that she was smirking as she centered herself on my pillow and went back to sleep.

After I took a shower I decided that I would go out. I just wanted to be around people for a while. Random people. Even though in the back of my mind I knew that it would be just my luck to run into someone I really didn't want to see right now, I had already made up my mind. I was going to go into town and probably just get a coffee and come back. No big deal.

By the time I was ready to leave it was almost seven. Just about the time when the coffee shops get busy. Good. I missed just being one of the many; just another random face in the crowd.

When I got into town I parked my car in one of the large parking lots and just walked the rest of the way through the town. I was just about to go into my favorite coffee shop when something made me look around. Heath was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. He was shivering in his favorite sweatshirt and something just didn't seem right with him. Every time someone walked by a little to close he jumped and nearly screamed. He looked like he was barely holding it together. I didn't think he saw me or noticed I was there. After another minute or so I couldn't stand it anymore and I started to walk toward him.

"Heath," I called to him and at the sound of my voice his whole body seemed to change. He jumped up and as soon as he saw me his whole soul seemed to light up. It was like just the sight of me was all it took to make him the happiest person in the world. I think it is safe to say that if a guy that looks like Heath looks at you like that, you 're going to melt. He ran up to me and at first it seemed like he was going to wrap me up in a hug and never let go, but as soon as he came close to me, I could see him hesitate and restrain himself. I could tell that more than anything that poor boy needed to be held so I reached out to put my arms around him. As soon as I did Heath instantly pulled me to him so fast and hard that I barely had time to process what he was doing. He was holding me so tight that he probably would have snapped a lesser girl in half. I felt him nuzzle his face into my hair and his hot breath was coming in short gasps against my neck. He was violently shaking and every couple seconds he would make this kind of high pitch noise like he was trying to hold back a sob, or a scream, or maybe both.

I let him hold me like that for a while until I could feel him starting to calm down. When I was pretty sure that he was ok (or at least better than he was) I pulled back from him so that I could see his face. When I pulled back Heath reached out and grabbed my jacket like he was scared I was leaving or something. I must have looked surprised when he did it because he looked down sheepishly but didn't let go.

"Heath, what are you doing here?" He looked down for a second and I saw him put that cute little smile on his face, only this time the smile was different. This time it didn't reach his eyes.

"Just sitting, you know same thing you are," he looked worriedly behind him and pulled me closer.

"You don't look so good. You should go home." Actually he looked really good. His hair had gotten longer since I'd seen him last and without thinking I reached up and brushed my hand through it.

This time, when he smiled it was real. It was that smile that always gave me that warm feeling throughout my body. Heath pulled me close to him and leaned in to kiss me. When our lips met it was perfect. It felt normal. Not to mention it felt dang good. My hand went to his chest as we started to deepen the kiss. I slowly slid my hand down to his stomach and I was just starting to play with the idea of taking off his sweatshirt when he suddenly pulled back. For a second I could see how nervous he was and then he plastered that half smile on his face and kind of shrugged.

"Jeez Zoey, there's people around." He said quietly, looking at the ground the whole time. I got that feeling again that something just wasn't right with him. It took a second for the fog in my brain from making out with Heath to clear up. Then I remembered what we were talking about before we deliciously changed the subject.

"Heath, really it's cold and getting late maybe you should just go home."

"NO! no-yes-I mean no. No, I'm just going to sit here for a while. You're going to stay with me right?" He had hold of my jacket again and kept tugging me closer to him. He was smiling at me so pleadingly that there was no way I was ever going to say no.

"Of course I'll stay." He brightened up again at my words. "Let's go and sit in my car, I'm sure you're cold." I grabbed his hand and lead him out to the parking lot. He was sticking to me like glue. He kept looking around and squeezing my hand as if to make sure I was still there. When we got to my car he walked to me to my side and opened the door. Classic Heath. When he got in the car and shut the door on the passenger side I was on his lap in one quick movement. I don't know what was making me do these things but it all felt right so I just went with it.

When Heath realized what I did he smiled (a real one) and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me toward him. I leaned into his chest and we sat like that for a while. Neither of us talking, but it didn't feel like we needed to.

After a while I looked at the clock and realized that we had been sitting like that for almost an hour.

"Heath, it really is kind of late, won't your parents wonder where you are?"

"Hmm?" he shifted his weight a little and looked like he just woke up. He smiled at me so sweetly that I had to resist the urge to rip all of his clothes off right there.

"Your parents? Shouldn't you be at your house?" not that I wanted him to leave; I just wanted to figure out what the deal was.

He just shook his head and leaned into me, resting his forehead on my shoulder. At first I thought he was going to go back to sleep but then he just sort of blurted out, "I can't go home."

It took me a second to process what he said. "What do you mean? Did something happen?"

"No, well I mean," I felt him flinch and his breath quicken. "It's just not a good idea ok."

I turned so that he had to look at me and in that second, I knew exactly what I should do.

"You can come back to my house."

"What?!"

"You know, my dorm or whatever, your coming back with me." And with that I moved back into the driver seat and started the car.

A/N: So Whatcha guys think? I might make it dirtier later on, but I wanted to lay a foundation first because I'm not good with pulling a good dirty story out of nowhere =) Tell me if you have any ideas!