The others had gotten here before us, so it was the same group of us in the elevator. I opened my eyes gently and saw that Niall still had his stare held on Hannah, but it wasn’t as direct now that he was in view of Harry. We stopped at a floor and Zayn began to shift, but everyone else stayed put. I looked up to see Hannah and Zayn kiss each other on the cheek and something wrenched in my stomach. What was this feeling? Zayn got out of the elevator, still carrying me effortlessly, and the doors closed behind us. He kissed the top of my head as we walked down the hall. Noticing that we were outside the door to his flat, I reached down with a hand and started searching pockets.

When I finally found the key to his door, I opened the door, after fiddling with the lock for a few minutes. Zayn pushed the door closed with his foot and I started to squirm again, hoping for escape. When he didn’t release me, I got a little self conscious. “Zayn, put me down. I’m too heavy for this.” His grip tightened and I my subconscious tensed.

“Don’t say that about yourself.” He put me down on his bed and leaned down over top of me. I closed my eyes for what seemed like seconds and I opened them again. Zayn had disappeared from the room. Too curious to resist, I lifted my head off of the pillow and drug myself out of bed to go find him. I walked out of the door and didn’t hear the shower running. Instead, I thought I heard something that sounded like it was frying. Walking closer to the kitchen, my eyes lit up at the scent that went through my nose. I practically burst through the kitchen to find Zayn over the stove, groggily wiping his hand down his face.

“Bacon? No way!” I grabbed a piece off of the waiting tray and hoisted myself onto the island, letting my feet dangle. By the time he turned around, I had devoured the piece that I had grabbed and I was kind of sad that I didn’t have anymore in reach. Thankfully, Zayn was carrying over the plate and set it down beside me. He stood between my legs and pulled me into his warm embrace. Wait. Bacon? Bacon was a breakfast food. I looked out the window and saw that there was no light coming through and checked the clock just to be sure. It was almost midnight! Oh well, if I was going to be home late, I might as well be home really late I guess.

When he released me I placed my hands on the sides of his face and felt his jaws loosen under my touch. Melting in his eyes, I pressed our foreheads together and let myself get lost in them. Guessing that he was a bit impatient he closed the gap and I was more than willing to let him. His lips moved against mine and I made mine hold their own shape. His arms snaked around my back and I wiggled a little bit as his hand brushed over it. I hated having it there, but there was no way to erase it. Focusing back in on Zayn, I rested one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He moaned softly into my mouth as I let my nails lightly scratch against the hair at the base of his neck.

Letting myself fall deeper into the kiss, Zayn pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. The spark that had long ignited in our kiss was bursting to turn into a flame. Knowing what kind of guy Zayn was known to be, I pushed all shyness and fears to the back of my mind, just wanting to focus on trusting him to be different.

Before I knew what was happening Zayn lifted me off of the counter still holding my bum. There he went fucking man handling me again. I put a little more force into the kiss and he took it as encouragement. I heard another door slam and I figured that it was the door of his bedroom. Knowing that I was right I felt him stop walking and, with the way his body was positioned, I knew that we were at the foot of his bed. He broke the kiss and our foreheads pressed together. We were both panting and gasping for air as his steps became bumpier. I soon realized that it was because he was on his knees and he was traveling up the middle of the bed.

Soon the back of my head hit the mattress and I gasped. The air escaped my lungs and didn’t want to come back in. At first I thought that it was because he had knocked the wind out of me, but then I realized that it was because he was nibbling at a sensitive spot by my collar bone and I couldn’t handle the sensation. Zayn’s hands found my hips and slowly started moving further up. Then I noticed that he was about to take my shirt with them. In a swift movement I rolled over and now I was on top. He looked at me, rather shocked, and I lowered my lips back to his, proud of myself. Not liking that I was taking over, he knocked my arms out from under me and I landed on his chest making an ‘oomph’ sound.

Rolling off of him, we both stayed on our backs and tried to settle our breathing. Zayn pulled me comfortably into his chest and I lied there, not wanting to think of anything else in the world. I don’t know how long we laid there in each others’ arms, but I loved every moment of it. Zayn had started to hum something but I couldn’t quite place it as I was drifting in and out of consciousness. At one moment, I was completely out of it and there was one image that just kept running through my mind; the only sour moment that I had encountered all night.

The mental picture of him kissing Hannah on the cheek had left an eerie feeling in my stomach. Why would it? Zayn and I had been together for like a week, and I hadn’t met Hannah until a few days ago, and I was already getting jealous? There was no way.

“Zayn?” He stopped humming and looked down at me.

“Yeah Babe?” I thought over how to ask him, opening my mouth multiple times to speak and then closing it again when I knew that the words were going to come out wrong. I finally mustered up my courage.

“What’s up with you and Hannah?” I felt him stiffen slightly and my internal alarm went off. Then he relaxed and I snuggled back in closer, but I worried myself a little when he didn’t respond. “Were you two…”

“Ever a thing?” he interrupted. He chuckled a little bit and then continued. “No, we’ve never been a thing.” He sighed a little bit. “I thought that we could be and, I’m not gonna lie, at the time I wanted us to be.” My heart sunk in my chest. He was in love with Harry’s bird, not me. “Do you know what made me get over her?” I shook my head, trying to keep my cool. Zayn leaned in real close to my ear and I could feel his breath tickling my neck. “I realized that she wasn’t the kind of person that I wanted a relationship with. I realized that it wasn’t love, it was lust. I realized that when I met you.” My face turned a deep shade of red and my muscles relaxed into him.

“Why do you insist that you’re too heavy for me to carry you?” A bit surprised, I looked up at him. Without saying a word, I reached down and lifted up a little portion of my shirt, just revealing my stomach. I poked the flab and then reached over and poked Zayn’s stomach, which was much sturdier than mine. “No, that’s because I have a bigger muscle index. Haley you have muscle too, but just not as much.” I frowned a little. He sighed, trying to find the right words. “Wouldn’t you look a little odd if you had broad shoulders and abs?” I rolled my eyes, letting a smile pull at the corners of my mouth. “You definitely wouldn’t still be a model.” I blushed at his use of the term model. People didn’t normally talk about my profession all that often, but Zayn relished in it.

When we had been quiet for a few more minutes, I decided to take charge. I propped myself on an elbow and kissed him passionately. He went to deepen the kiss and I gladly welcomed it. His tongue brushed my bottom lip and I let him in. Before I knew it, Zayn had lifted me on top of him and I was propping myself on my elbows. Zayn’s lips left mine, but I kept my eyes closed until they came into contact with the soft spot on my neck. I leaned my head to the side to give him better access and caught a glimpse of the clock; it was two in the morning! Zayn lost contact with my neck and I leaned down to return the favor. Sucking and nipping at the base of his neck, I pressed my body to his and he moaned rather loudly. I could feel the prominent bulge through his jeans and smiled at the effect that I had on him. He winced as I placed wet kisses over the sensitive mark that I had just left him.

With my hands on the comforter on either side of his head, I lifted myself to hover over his body and gave him a content smile. His was trying to look content but looked needier than that. I shifted to get up and inhaled deeply when his hands gripped my waist. Looking back down at him, I looked between his deep brown eyes and his hands on my waist, waiting for him to release me. I leaned down and kissed him once more and rested my forehead on his. “Will you stay?” he whispered.

I kissed him again and let the kisses trace his jaw line and go back to his ear. “Not tonight, Romeo.” He sighed in disappointment and let go of my waist. Standing up, I looked back at him. His eyes were closed tight before he opened them to look at me again. “What are you doing?” He sat up on the bed.

“I was making sure that you’re not a dream.” I blushed at his cheesy comment and began walking towards the door.

“Like I said, you’re a real life Romeo.” I grabbed the door frame and looked back at him.

“But we don’t die in the end, right?” All I could do was laugh.

“Right,” I confirmed before I walked out of his room. Hearing him stand up behind me, it came as less of a surprise when he turned me around by the front door and pressed my back to it.

“Well when did you want to see Romeo again?” His voice alone sent shivers down my spine.

“Does Romeo want to pick me up from the studio later today?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” With that, I kissed Zayn’s lips and walked out the door to his flat. The things that boy did to me.

I stepped into the cold air of the night and was instantly second guessing my decision to leave Zayn’s flat at all. Flagging down a cab, I wrapped my arms around myself as tight as I could, and was begging for the heat to stay inside of my sweater. Collapsing into the car that finally stopped, I told him my address to drive me home.

I got my mail and then started walking towards the elevator. Going through the junk mail, I came to the receipt for my pay check, saying that the money was now in my bank account. Walking through the chilled hallways of my building, I came to the conclusion that the only place that was warm enough for me was in Zayn’s arms. This was proven when it was no warmer in the hallways than it was in my drafty apartment. Zayn probably thought that it was weird that we never hung out at me house, but he couldn’t know.

Dealing with the cold, I sat down at the kitchen table with my check book. Checking the receipt again, I wrote out one check for Holloway Prison and one to the Berrywood Psychiatric Center. I looked down at the hundred dollar checks that sat on the table in front of me. Then, I made sure that what I had left over would be enough to make rent. Staring around my apartment, I prayed that, even if they weren’t enjoying being in these places, that they were doing better off than I was.

Notes

So who's in a mental hospital and who's in prison :/ Haley might have things a little harder off than she'll let on. Keep me updated and let me know what you think :)
xoxo Hannah <3