How I saved One Direction

I was expecting him to push me, to get up angry and went as last time. I expected any reaction except that he returned me. I moved closer and felt his hands around my waist to pull me even more. I let them to pull me closer to him. This is the first, actually the second time to me to kiss someone after Noah. The feeling is strange but at the same time good. I don't know how far I may go and so I move my hands in his hair. This is what I dreamed of since I heard of them and now it's reality. As we know for years our tempo is equable as breathing. We stop only for a few moments to catch breath. In his mouth is still the taste of drink which he drank. It's strong, but I don't care. All I can think is the touch of his skin on mine. I feel like my lips are burning but when his touch them the feeling is like a touch of water on the slashed skin. At first burns and then it feels so good that you don't want to stop.
I lift myself a little so he could lift my dress onthighs that I could sit in his lap and that's what I'm doing. I press myself against him. He slowly entail me so that he relies on the page of the sofa and put his hands on my hips. I move myself a little bit away from him. Only so I could speak.
'' This what I would have done. '', I whisper against his lips and he laughed.
'' You're not so innocent as you seem. ''
'' Try me. '', I say before I think of it.
'' Are you sure? '', asks playful though the undertone gives little desire.
'' I was only kidding. '', I say and lift myself.
I want to get up but I can't because he's still holding me. He straightens up and then pushing me toward him and repeat what I did. Although the kiss lasts shorter in my belly arise those things. How do they call them? Oh yeah, butterflies.
When our lips separate I sit next to him and breathe rapidly. After a few moments our breathing become calm. I'm sleepy. Very.
'' I'm going to bed. '', I said to him but he didn't respond.
'' Zayn. '', I call and I turn and then laugh.
He fell asleep. He lays on page of sofa and one arm is under his head. His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed. While I watch him like this his face seems so young. I get up and stagger to the stairs.
I took a blanket and went down. I cover him slowly that it would not wake up and then I kissed him on the cheek. Why? I don't know but I feel it's right. It is not easy to be in the same room with the person that once meant everything in the world for you . I know that by yourself.
I enter the room and the turn the light on. I take off my dress and leave it on the floor and then untie my hair and crawl into bed. I didn't took off my makeup. I'll do it tomorrow. Now I just want to sleep. While my eyes are closed Noah's face is flying through my thoughts. Then Zayn's. Uh, I scowl and puta blanket over my face and focus on breathing.

~~ Morning~~

I woke up with a terrible headache. I get up and blink to clear my vision and then get out of bed. What happened? I lick dry lips and look at mirror. I look horrible! My hair is in mess and I have dark circles under eyes. I close my eyes and rub my temples and events are starting to come into my thoughts. First encounter with Noah. Then party. I met Katy and I got an autograph. Then we went home, Zayn asked me why I didn't screamed when I saw them for the first time. I said that I wanted to do something else and ... Oh my God! I sat on the floor and covered my head with hands. I didn't do that? I didn't kiss him? Yes! And not only that. I hugged myselfand started to shake. Like I relive that night again! I feel his touch on myself.
I stand up from the floor and take out the clothes and then go to the bathroom. I allow the water to wash away all traces off of me. As far as possible. When I run out of hot water I came out and dried myself. I stand in front of mirror and comb then tie my wet hair. In sweatpants and sweatshirt I came out.
I put on a hat because I have headache and my hair is wet. I don't want to get a inflammation of the brain. I went to the kitchen where Zayn sat with a cup in hand. Smells of coffee. He has a cap on his head and dark circles. This drink does to people. I'll never drink again.
'Morning.'', he says, and takes a sip.
'' Morning.'', I answer to him, and sit down across him.
'' There's your coffee. '' He pointed with his head in a cup in front of me.
'' Thank you. '', I say with a smile.
'' As for the last night. '', he began and I started to shake.
'' Are you cold. '', asks and I shook my head.
'' No. Just before you say anything please don't insult me. '', I say pleadingly and took a sip. It feels good. Very.
'' Why would I do that? Well, we were both drunk and you didn't attack me. ''
I sigh and continue to drink. Thank God hedidnt spit on me again. Usually he did it but it seems that now he understands that it's not my fault.
'' Will we have a breakfast? '', asks when we both end up with a cup of coffee.
'' You and me? '', I ask shocked.
'' Yes. Why are you surprised? '', he asks me and raise an eyebrow.
'' So what's up with that rule I cook for myself and you for yourself? ''
'' All right. I can be a jerk. It is the smallest problem. ''
'' Please. '', I said and laughed.
'' Come on then. ''

He clapped his hands and picked up the cups. I smiled and stand up. It seems that we now make breakfast together. Who would say that this is Zayn? I guess people change. For these nearly two months he has changed so much. I just hope he will go in this direction.

Notes

Well, finally new chapter! My internet is really crazy those days. I wasn't able to update earlier and you didn't message me so I caught time now.
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Till the next one ...
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