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The Only Time

Love Buzz

I sprint through the hallways, my Mary Jane heels clacking against the floor tiles as the warning bell rings. My shoes were far above school regulation height—it was one of the few school rules I actually broke. My books become heavier and heavier with each step. I could not be late; one more tardy in Mr. Johnson’s class and I had a detention.

Suddenly, I find myself being knocked to the floor, books and papers flying everywhere. I pick my glasses up, nestling them back on my nose and look up. “Zayn!” I whine.

“You should really watch where you’re going, Tatiana,” he says with a smirk, holding out a hand to help me up.

“Shut up,” I tell him, trying to hide a smile. I smooth out my plaid skirt and the bow on my white button-up blouse. “And give me my books.” I yank my Physics book out of his hands.

“Oh, come on, Tatiana. You were going to be late anyway.” He runs his thumb across my chin. “You know you can stay mad at me for too long.” Zayn winks. I finally crack a girlish grin. “So are we still on for tutoring after school today?”

“You bet! We definitely need to get you caught up on our Anatomy homework. You need to stop skipping out on class, Mr. Bad Boy,” I playfully scold him, wagging my finger.

“Why would I do that when I can just hang out with you and get caught up then?”

“Oh, stop,” I giggle, pushing his chest. His muscular pecks beneath my fingers cause my heart to skip a beat. “Well, I gotta get to class.” I point my thumb down the hallway and leave Zayn standing alone.

I turn the hallway and enter Mr. Johnson’s classroom. “Nice of you to join us, Tatiana,” he says sarcastically.

I lay on bed, reading A Voice in the Wind by Francine Rivers with The Devil Wears Prada blasting through my earphones. Just then, my mom comes into my room: “Tati, Zayn is here. And remember, I’m leaving to go out with friends. Dinner is in the fridge.” She smiles joyfully at me.

“Great!” I exclaim, closing my book and sitting up on my bed. I smooth out my skirt and wait for him to enter. “Hey Zayn,” I say casually when he enters my bedroom.

“Hey Tatiana,” he greets with that beautiful smile that always makes my heart race.

“You know, you can call me Tati… if you want.” I grin, stepping off the bed.

“I prefer Tatiana.”

“Okay, then! What should we start with first? Anatomy or Physics?” I ask, picking the books off my desk.

“Definitely Anatomy.” Zayn takes his place down on the floor, his back up against my bed.
I grab my materials and join him on the ground. I open the giant book and flip to the correct page. “Okay, let’s quiz on the different bones in the hand, shall we?”

“Do we have to?” Zayn whines, throwing his head back in annoyance. He then turns to me, running his thumb across my chin. “Can’t we do a little bit different Anatomy lesson today?” He raises an eyebrow.

I stare at him blankly. “Would you rather go over the bones in the foot?”

Zayn smirks and shakes his head, leaning back against the bed in defeat. “You know what, Tatiana? You’re such a prude.”

“How? I am not!” I prop myself up on my knees, feeling full of rage all of a sudden.

“Have you not notice that I’ve been dropping hints the entire month you’ve been tutoring me? You’re completely oblivious!” His eyes widen on the word oblivious. “At this rate, you’ll never get laid.”

That shuts me up. My lips squeeze into a tight line as my face grows hot and tears start to spring my from my eyes. I wipe a droplet away and then sprint to my bathroom across the room and lock the door behind me. I plop down on the edge of my bathtub and begin sobbing.

“Tatiana?” I hear Zayn say quietly from the other side of the door.

“Go away! Just go away!” I scream.

“Please, come out, Tatiana. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was… it was mean. I’m sorry.

I wait a moment, pondering what I should do next. I then reach over to the doorknob and unlock the door. Zayn is immediately on his knees in front of me, pleading for my forgiveness and smoothing the tears off my cheeks. He holds my hands in his; squeezing them with each emphasized word he speaks.

“Do you forgive me?” He asks with puppy dog eyes and a pouting lip.

“I guess,” I whisper.

“Good,” Zayn says kindly. “Shall we get back to Anatomy?” He leads me into my bedroom. But when he turns around, my lips are against his. “W-what are you doing?”

“I’m responding to those hints.” I wink. “I really do like you, Zayn… and I want to be with you. I never thought in a million years a guy like you would be interested in a girl like me!”

“Tatiana, you’re so beautiful and smart and funny. You’re amazing. And I’m honored that you would accept me.”

“Great! Now let’s start!” I exclaim, beginning to unbutton my dress shirt.

“Whoa, what are you doing?”

“Aren’t we going to have sex?”

“Well, we literally just started going out. Usually there are steps to a relationship,” Zayn points out.

“C’mon, Zayn, you’re aware of the amount of sexual tension between us. I was aware of it the first tutoring session we have. We might as get it over with before one of us burst!” I give him a flat look.

“Very well, can’t argue with that.” Zayn then pulls off his T-shirt, leaving my jaw on the floor. “Get undressed,” he orders softly.

I shake my head slightly and continue with the tedious buttons on my shirt. Once my shirt is on the floor, I unzip my plaid skirt and that is discarded as well. Zayn lies on the bed in just his boxer briefs. I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. I have to admit, I am nervous but I really want to be with him. I feel so pressured to be part of the “in crowd”—and Zayn is one of them. I could easily become one of them with this chance.

I mentally delete the thoughts from my head and I begin to kiss Zayn; first just little pecks but then it develops into something deeper. Emotions erupt from me when I feel Zayn’s tongue brush against mine. He tastes like the spearmint gum he’s always chewing. It makes me start to perspire.

Zayn breaks the kiss. “Are you sure you want to do this? I feel like I’m almost taking advantage of you. I mean… aren’t you a virgin?”

“Well,” I begin, thinking about how I should put this. “If you were to ask me if I have ever had an orgasm, and I told you no, I would be lying.” I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to get it.

“Ohh,” Zayn gasps, understanding my habits of self-pleasure.

“But I bet they’re nothing like the way you’ll make me feel,” I breathe, pushing my forehead against his, kissing him.

Zayn’s hands travel from my shoulders and down my back to my bra. He skillfully unclasps it and runs his fingertips across my skin, causing goose bumps to break out. I sit up slightly, not breaking the kiss, and I begin to roll my hips into his, feeling his hard bump. I try to hide my grin as Zayn begins to release pleasurable noises. He pulls my bra off and throws it across my room. He grips my breasts tightly and massages them, causing me to begin to moan. I cease the kiss and push my breasts into his face.

Feeling as sexy as a porn star, I stand up and yank my panties down my legs. I then grab the waistband of Zayn’s boxer briefs and bring them down. “Do you have protection?” I ask.

“Yeah, in my pants pocket,” he answers.

I try to ignore the fact that he was carrying a condom around with him. I jump on top of him and bombs of seduction begin to detonate inside my head as I feel him inside me. I roll my hips in an up and down motion. Each thrust is like a shot to my heart.

I can see now why so many other people at school do this; the feeling of one’s body being smashed against another in a sweaty mass. The moans and groans; the lingering smell of sex in the air; the new sight you get in this intense experience; the touch of someone’s fingers against your skin; the taste of someone else’s mouth in yours. It was everything.
A familiar feeling grows within me. My head starts to ache with an extreme pressure and it doesn’t even feeling like there is any blood flowing through my veins. I feel as if I’m going to float right to the ceiling.

“Oh, God,” I moan breathlessly.

“God can’t help you now,” Zayn growls.

More high-pitched “Oh’s” release from my lips as I reach climax; I grip the comforter on either side of Zayn’s head for support. My muscles contract throughout my entire body and I throw my head back, practically screaming for mercy. Zayn thrusts one more time and then suddenly, I orgasm. It’s the most intense and extreme feeling I’ve ever experienced. Overwhelmed, I fall against Zayn. He places a hand on my back and begins rubbing up and down. I kiss his neck lazily.

“You okay?” Zayn asks.

“…Yes,” I pant. “That, was, amazing.” I turn over on my back next to Zayn. I stare up at my ceiling, memorizing the invisible pattern of brush strokes. I then feel Zayn hand around mine and I try to hide a smile.


“Yeah—hey! You called me Tati!”

“Indeed I did. But… I’m really glad we did this. I do really like you.”

I turn to look at Zayn. “Really?”

“Yup,” he smiles. He then reaches his lips and kisses me. “I’m honored to call you my girlfriend.”

And at that very moment, I thought my heart exploded.


Yay for AU's! This is the first one I've written so I'm very excited about it. And I'm so glad it's a Zayn chapter--he's my boo thang! I do have SIX more chapters planned but keep the requests coming! You guys are so creative!

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Title Credit: "Love Buzz" by Nirvana


I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:

Thank you so much I really loved it! Totally worth the wait.


Sorry but requests are currently closed! I have like five of them to do. Lol.