A couple of days later Zayn, the rest of the One Direction boys and I were sat in the studio listening to their latest recording of your newly written song. "Kiss You" blared out and I looked up nervously. Simon Cowell stood at the door, face furrowed in concentration listening intently to the song. I felt around on the sofa desperate to hold Zayn's hand for comfort but just as I began to panic he grabbed mine and pulled me into him tightly. I glanced around the rest of the boys who all seemed fairly relaxed, nodding their heads and tapping their feet along to the beat. As the song began to wind down, I took a deep breath in a looked at Simon.
"Well, what do you think? Album material?"
I attempted to sound confident, despite the obvious voice shakes. It doesn't matter how long I'd been doing this job, when it comes to Simon Cowell I will always be nervous about what he thinks.
"It's good. Probably work as a single actually.."
He then turned to the guys on the decks and started talking about production of the song.
"Nice one [Y/N]!"
"I told you it was good!"
"Awwww yeeeeah!"
"Good, cause I fuckin' luv this one!"
The boys congratulated me on another successful song and Zayn put his arm around me and smiled at me.
"Told you he would like it, now you better kiss me.."
He whispered in my ear before planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
"WOOOOOOOOOOO! GET A ROOM YOU TWO! OH MY ITS GETTING HOT IN HERE LADS!"
I rolled my eyes at the boys, Louis and Harry were pretending to make-out and Liam and Niall were in hysterics practically rolling on the floor at the display. I felt Zayn giggled and I nudged him in the stomach. His head darted around to my face, but he relaxed when he saw my smirking and pouting at him. He tightened his arm around me as Simon came back over and started talking to the boys about Christmas singles and how they need to record something quickly but I zoned out as soon as I felt Zayns hand snaking down my back and up my shirt...
"Congrats you silly bitch! I knew you would get another one! So how much are you getting for this one cause you know I was thinking when we all go to New York we could go shopping get some seriously nice outfits for your birthday cause its gonna be the big 2-1 and..."
A few days later I was meeting my best friend Olivia for a coffee. Her voice faded into the distance as she continued to ramble on about shopping...
"Liv, you need to pause for a breath or you might actually die."
"Oh ha ha... You should be in a good mood today! It's almost yours a Zayn's year anniversary chick! Oh we should really go shopping for underwear.. WAIT! Is this why you're in a bad mood? Are you in your period? Cause I'm su-"
"LIV! Can you not scream that out in a public place please..."
I hung my bright red face as the people on the tables near us in Starbucks went back to their own conversations after hearing plenty about my body..
"Sorry.. we're just excited for you!"
She nodded to the hand held camera on the desk as the red light flashed indicating it was recording.
"We? Really sweetie we need to get you a man."
"You're all the man I need baby!"
She wiggled her eyebrows at me and we both laughed.
"But seriously [Y/N]... What's up..? I mean you should be beaming but.. there's something off. I can ju-..."
"Liv? What is it?"
I followed her gaze and turned around to see a black car pull up outside and a familiar face walk out of the car followed by a well-built, tall man dressed all in black. I quickly scanned the coffee shop checking the ages of the customers, no-one seemed under 25.. We might be okay for a bit..
"Sup chickas?!"
"Oh.. Hi Harry.."
Olivia blushed as Harry pulled up a seat to our tabled and sat down, his body guard standing behind him.
"Chickas..? Thats.. umm.. new?"
I stared at him trying to figure out if this was a joke or not..
"Yeah I'm trying to be more out there.."
He waved his arm into the distance while I cracked up laughing and he joined me. He was such a loser.
"What exactly are you doing here then?"
"Came to hang out with my favourite girls, you shouldn't really tweet your exact location if you don't want people to follow you.."
He open his eyes wide trying to impersonate some stalker killer type and raised his arm into a knife. I laughed and he smiled while Olivia sat quietly, face bright pink. She still wasn't quite used to being around the boys, despite the fact she had been following me with that bloody camera since I met them. Harry saw he look at her and glanced over.
"Sorry, I didn't interrupt anything did I? I was just on the way to meet he lads but I thought I'd stop by.."
Oh yeah, I'd forgotten all about that today. The boys were taking part in some charity football match in a couple of weeks and they were making sure they got their practice in.
"Don't be stupid, loser! We weren't talking about anything in particular anyway.."
I was actually really glad that Harry had come by. I had told him all about the phone call but he told me to just ignore it. It was obviously either a prank phone call or someone had just dialled the wrong number and hadn't realised. Either way I had gotten our home phone number changed and only informed our nearest and dearest. But I didn't want to tell Olivia about it.. She wouldn't mean to but I knew she would freak out about it.. and I didn't want it all recorded..
"Well I gotta go anyway, don't wanna be late to kicking the ball around you know. Very important and all that."
He got up and threw his arms around me into a bear hug. I squeezed him back letting him know that I was happy to see him.
"I'll try and pop by later, I wouldn't mind seeing four fit guys running around in shorts.."
"Four?"
"Well, you'll be there won't you.."
He pretended to bat at me as I grinned at my own joke.
"I'll have you know I'm fit! Don't I look fit Olivia?"
Her head jerked round at the mention of her name.
"Oh, Um, Yeah, I mean, You look, fit, but not like.. fit, but.."
Her voice trailed off and she hung her head.
"What she means is yes."
I kicked her leg under the table and she brought her head back up to smile weakly at Harry. He gave her a great big childish grin back.
"I do look good don't I..."
"Alright Adonis you can leave now!"
I laughed ushering him away and he left with his guard. I turned back to Olivia prepared to mock her for the horrible display of adoration for Harry but remembered how I acted around Zayn when I first met him. Seeing the same pain on her face made me rethink the conversation.
"Hey, wanna come along and watch the lads play footie? I bet it'll be a laugh seeing them freezing cold, running about like idiots!"
She agreed and we grabbed a coffee to go before hailing a cab to the practice grounds.
We got out of the taxi and walked around to the entrance. Today was definitely a bad day not to wear tights. My grey, jersey cut out dress was still letting in the breeze even under my short leather jacket.
"I really should have worn more clothes today..."
"Well we didn't realise we were gonna be outside I guess.."
As we walked past the gates I heard Zayns voice shouting some angry profanity at Niall. I saw in the distance five boys running around in shorts looking particularly cold and somehow I felt instantly warmer. We walked around to their pitch waiting for them to notice us.
"Niall mate just pass the fucking ball. How the fuck are we gonna win like this.."
Zayn threw his arms into the air in frustration and ripped off his coloured bib, obviously indicating their team. Him and Niall had orange and Louis, Harry and Liam had yellow. I noticed the yellow team making their hilarity well known before Zayn started chasing Harry around the pitch.
"It's not fucking funny mate!"
"ZAAAAAYNNN ITS ONLY A GAAAAME!"
Olivia and I attempted to hold our laughter in but the sight of Zayn tackling Harry to the ground, Liam attempting to pull him off him and Niall then jumping on Liam while Louis just watched utterly confused was probably the funniest sight I'd ever seen. Just as Zayn was about to smack Harrys bare ass he looked at in the direction of the laughter.
"What the.."
All of the boys suddenly stopped and stared at us unable to control our laughter.
"Well I doubt I managed to capture any of that on camera properly!"
Olivia laughed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"What the fuck are you two doing here?!"
Harry shouted up at us. Everyone looked fairly amused by it beside Zayn and Harry, Probably because one had his ass out and the other was running around like Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
"I told you we were gonna pop by didn't I..."
"You said.. maybe.. and later.. I.."
Harry pulled up his shorts and squeezed out from under Zayn, who finally got off his legs and starting walking over to us opening to the gate allowing us onto the pitch.
"You don't need to worry the camera was too shaky to capture anything.."
I assured them. The boys all turned to glare at Louis who tutted.
"What?! I would have loved to see what the fans said about your face that close to Harrys arse Zayn!"
"Shut the fuck up man.."
Zayn shoved him and Louis giggled with Niall and Liam.
"Anyway, we actually came to see some sexy lads running around in their tiny footballs shorts.."
I told them as I walked over to Zayn and put my arm around him. He, in return, pulled me in putting his own arm around my shoulders.
"Well you've come to the right place!"
The other four boys ran back onto the main area of the pitch with the ball while Olivia turned her camera back on to film them. I pulled Zayn over to the side of the pitch by the gate and placed a kiss on his lips.
"Hi.."
"Hey.."
He grabbed my face and attacked my lips sending my stomach fluttering.
"ZAYN! STOP EATING FACE AND GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE MATE! WE'VE SWAPPED TEAMS, YOU'RE WITH YOUR BUTT BUDDY!"
"FUCK OFF LOUIS! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BUTT BUDDY"
"OH HARRY I LOVE YOU..."
The boys shouted in the distance, but it felt even further away. Zayn pulled me closer his body freezing from the cold and lack of clothing.
"Baby, you're freezing.."
"Maybe you could.. warm me up a bit.."
Zayn bit his lip and lowered his head so his eyes were in line with mine. Suddenly, he forced me up against the wall next to the gate firing kisses all over my neck and the top of my chest where the material of my dress met my skin. I heard some crunching sounds from the pitch but ignored them to focus on the pleasure Zayn was giving me.
"GUYS I DON'T THINK HE'S COMING! WELL I MEAN HE MIGHT BE CUMING BUT HES NOT PLAYING"
"FUCK! OKAY EH, HARRY YOU JUST GO WITH NIALL THEN AND ME AND LIAM CAN BE A TEAM.."
"FUCK THAT, NIALLS SHIT AT FOOTBALL..."
"I AM NOT!"
Zayn pulled back and glanced over to the pitch.
"LADS SHUT THE FUCK UP EH! I'M A BIT BUSY OVER HERE."
"Zayn!"
He winked at me and grabbed my arm leading me away from the pitch, through the gate and towards their car at the back of the practice areas.
"What, are we leaving..?"
"Uh, not exactly babe."
He pulled me into the back of their car and tapped the driver on the shoulder.
"Give us a few eh mate."
"Sure.. I'll grab a fag."
"Zayn!"
The driver left the car and wandered down the path to light up his cigarette.
"Zayn, what the fu-"
He interrupted my refusal with deep kisses before pulling my jacket off.
"Zayn, seriousl-"
"[Y/N] shut up."
"Bu-"
He replied by slipping his hand up my thigh to the area where my underwear met my leg and placed further kisses on my neck. His breathing began to increase as did mine. I glanced down at his thighs in those stupid football shorts, which suddenly weren't quite as stupid but revealing. His powerful thighs trembling, his crotch growing as he finally stopping teasing my leg and pulled my underwear down to my ankles. He cleared his throat attempting to centre himself before sliding his index finger along my lips making me bit down on his mouth as he kissed me.
"Mmmm"
He groaned and shuffled in an attempt to get us into a more comfortable position. He pushed me up onto the back seat in the corner and spread my legs, in turn ripping my underwear, while he knelled on the floor pulling his shorts and pants down to his ankles. He took a deep inhale, almost as if he was breathing the scene in before he began to plant kisses along my inner thighs. I looked down, quickly catching a glimpse of his erection.
"Zay- Uh. Zayn.."
He didn't stopping kissing my thighs.
"Wouldn't it make more sense if you were fucking inside me right now."
He still didn't stop kissing, in fact he sped up and gently licked around my lips causing me to squeak in pleasure.
"Zayn don't tease me..."
He smiled into my thighs.
"Fuck, Zayn!"
"Oh you want me to fuck do you?!"
I glared at him, with a hint of kindness in my eyes. He took that as enough of an answer and pulled me down onto the car floor. He lay me down pulling my dress up to my waist and gave me a once over.
"You are fucking beautiful do you know that..?"
"Thanks baby, but really I would like you to fucking fuck me right now.."
Zayn's eyes gleamed as he took his erection in his hand, pulled a condom out from his jacket pocket laying in the car, and guided himself towards my entrance. Finally, actual contact. Zayn paused for a second making sure I was comfortable before he began to slowly roll his hips against me getting me used to him.
"Zayn, baby we don't really have time for this.."
Zayn smirked at me before he began to really slam into me. Slowly, but long and powerfully, like waves of sheer pleasure. He soon sped up quickening his pace and shortening his thrusts.
"Zayn, fuck I... Oh fuck.."
"Thats, it, baby, keep, talking, that, fuck, woah.."
He panted each word out in a separate breath as he pulled my body closer to him in order for him to gain greater friction against my body. His thrusts sped up further and I felt the back of my thighs and bum beginning to burn from rubbing against the carpeted car floor. I fought through the pain as I heard Zayn groan like I never had before. Clearly being closer together was really working for him. I put my arms around his back and lowered them to his perfect ass. I squeezed it gently and at the same time contracted my muscles squeezing him inside of me.
"Oh, you, fucking, bitch, that, feels, fuckin, amzi.."
His words trails off and the sweat poured off him and the only sounds were skin on skin and the panting and moaning of two people crazy, deeply in love with each other. Suddenly I felt that familiar fire at the pit of my stomach.
"Zayn, I'm fucking.. close.. Deeper baby... Come on.."
Despite being on the edge himself he managed to control his thrusts returning to a fairly quick and deep rhythm sending my orgasm washing over me. As I rid my out the contractions, combing with his quickening pace allowed Zayn his own orgasm. The outside world blacked out for a moment but I was send back to earth with a thump when I glanced at the car window, and through the steam saw a face. I jumped back and screamed.
"Jesus, what the fuck!? Are you okay?! Did I hurt you?! Fuck [Y/N]!"
Zayn leapt towards me, slurring his words and shaking, still not fully over his orgasm.
"I think I just saw someone outside.."
He turned to the window and wiped some of the steam away to reveal the lads and Olivia standing a few feet away with the driver.
"It was probably Harry or something, sick pervert.."
He muttered. I wasn't convinced though..
"I .. I thought it was a girl.. I.."
Zayn looked at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Babe.."
"Nevermind, it was probably just my imagination.."
I tried to slow my racing heartbeat while putting my dress my down and smoothing my hair out.
"For a second I thought I'd given you the orgasm of your life!"
Zayn winked at me pulled up his shorts and grabbing me into an embrace.
"I mean I even ripped your pants, how good at sex am I!?"
He grinned his goofy grin down at me and laughed at his own joke but I was still shaken.
"I guess we should let those losers in here... Although I much prefer out own party for two.."
I looked up at Zayn chatting away and thanked God that he was hear to make me feel safe. His eyes, voice, smell. They made me forget all the bad. Everything was good. Everything was perfect. I smiled to myself and he looked down at me.
"You don't have to think sweet things about me when I'm right here you know!"
He smiled and kissed me on my forehead. Smelling my hair at the same time, thinking I didn't notice.
"WILL YOU GUYS HURRY UP AND FUCK PLEASE."
"Oh Harry, always a charmer.."
I reached across Zayn and opened the door, letting everyone pile into the car, Olivia and I included.