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Niall Horan one shot
It's been a month since I've seen anyone. A whole month has passed since the boys have left for a new mission. I miss them more than explainable but my body misses them more. The way its always pulsated so hard I have to clench my thighs around everyone.
It's been a month of no sex and attention and im running mad. There's only so much you can do for yourself until it just doesn't feel the same.
I miss their voices whispering dirty things in my ear and the heaving breaths of their deep moans.
Laying on my bed looking at the ceiling my chest begins to heave up and down. Closing my eyes all I can think about is Niall. The way he would play poker and press his hands to my skin when no one was watching. When I would slip away to go to the washroom and he would pick the lock to pin me against the wall fucking me senseless.
"Oh god." I clench my thighs together as my centre pounds against me.
I can't do this anymore. I can't do this by myself. I'm going insane. Pressing my hands to my thighs squeezing my skin for dear life I think about his tongue and all the profanities he would spell on my clit.
How he would watch me in the shadows following my every move so hung up on me. Arching my back whimpering I bring my hand up to rest over my chest palming my braless area. Shifting my thighs over each other I create a friction that is no help at all.
A month since I've felt a dick inside of me pounding until I saw the stars. I missed him and the way he knew my body inside out. His length hit places I didn't even know could reach.
His body hunched over mine speaking awful things to me as my climax built. When we were playing around with each other and he fucked me twenty times pulling out each time before I met my high. It was pure torture but when he finally let me cum I was brought into another dimension. I couldn't breathe or move as my orgasm ripped right through me.
Shifting my hips up on the bed I look around my darkroom that used to be filled with so much heat and lust.
"Fuck I can't do this anymore." I cry out weakly into the pitch-black room. Palming my breasts under my shirt I reach over the bed crawling to the dresser. Wrapping my hands around my phone I breathe so heavy it fogs up the screen.
Hitting my password in my phone the screen shines brightly and I press the call button as I clench my thighs so tight I swear it's only turning me on more.
Clicking his name I press the phone to my ear and squeeze my eyes as it rings. "Please pick up," I whine and suddenly the ringing stops and a deep voice calls over the loud voices of a party.
"Sugar you alright-"
"Niall." I moan into the phone interrupting his happy tone. Panting I sense his back straighten.
"Violet what are you doing?" He calls deeply and I sense the hunger in his voice. I know it's been long for him too. He only knows my body and can't stand the way he feels with other girls. He texts me all the time while he's getting off.
Whether he's in the shower with the water blasting down or in the back room at the Casino until his hard breaths shout into the phone.
"Niall I-" I pant out hardy and whimper, pressing my thighs together. "I need you."
"Violet where are you right now?" He demands in a hard tone that has my back arching.
"Im laying in your bed trying to get myself off." Crying out through the empty house he growls through the phone before I hear him push through the crowd.
"Fuck Violet dont do anything until I tell you to." With my hands pressed right to my underwear I drag it upwards and my tights snap back in place.
"You have one minute," I beg squirming my legs together.
"Touch yourself before I tell you and Ill fuck that little cunt of yours so hard against the door you'll be begging for me to stop."
"Fuck." I curse grabbing the pillow I'm laying on and pressing in between my legs for more pressure. Grinding my hips against the soft material I slap my hand against my mouth screaming from the pressure against my centre.
"Jesus christ Violet." A chant of grunts leaves his lips until I hear a car door slam shut. Listening to his firm body hit the leather seats of his car another grunt passes as he undoes his heavy belt buckle that clicks aggressively.
"Hey Sugar?" Niall's chest heaves as I choke down my cries. "What are you wearing?"
Squeezing the top of the pillow I swallow down moans, "Just my tights and one of your shirts."
He hums into the phone seductively. "Wish I could see that perfect little ass for myself but you're just going to have to moan louder for me. Take off your clothes."
"Okay." I pant at his weakness. Taking the phone from my ear I turn it on speaker and place it beside my body.
Peeling the pillow away from my body might have been the hardest thing I've ever done. The pounding comes right back to my centre and I let out a whine.
"Sugar if you start crying like that I'm going to have to punish you when I get home. Clothes off. now." demanding I press my hands to my tights and peel it quickly off my body. The coldness of the room sticks to my skin in relief and I swallow down my moans. Taking off his shirt my bare chest is exposed to the room and my large breasts spill out into my warm hands.
Keeping my wet underwear on I crawl back down to the bed laying down. "What about you, what do you have on?"
"My dicks out right in my hand baby. All the naughty little things you do to me has me so hard for you."
Arching my back he continues breathlessly. "What colour panties you have on naughty girl."
"R-red. Just like the time you fucked me with your fingers under the casino table." I barely can get the words out.
"Fuck." Through the phone, his breaths go staggered and a loud moan cuts his words when he starts pumping himself. "Take them off for me and tell me just how wet you are."
Pressing my hands to my red lace underwear I slide it down my body and kick it to the floor. Dragging my hands up the inside of my thigh I press it to my slick folds. Drawing upwards my pool of wetness coats my fingers. Pressing my finger to my clit my hips shift upwards in shock from the cry it's been giving me.
"Oh Niall wish you were here I need you to fuck me so bad I can't take it anymore." Rubbing my clit in circles, my naked body grows in an intense fire.
"Are you touching yourself?" his voice goes delicate and I sense the crookedness of his face as he pumps his shaft.
"Y-yes."
"Just like I showed you?"
Pressing my fingers hard to my clit in a circle my wetness coats my fingers as a slick lube increasing my speed.
"Violet, you need to use your words, are you doing it as I showed you?"
"Yes, baby. In circles like you said. Wish it was you though I can't take this anymore." Whining into the phone I shift my hips into my hands.
"Fuck Violet dont say things like that when im halfway across the country. Give me a week and Ill come back and fuck you like the little whore you are."
Rubbing my clit side to side my hips buckle down to the bed and dig into the soft sheet. "Touch your chest. Squeeze them hard just like I always do."
Slapping my hand to my chest my other works against my nerves as I massage my breast deeply. Flicking my nipple electricity runs through my veins and punches me right in my lower stomach.
"This is going to be quick Niall I'm almost there."
Both of our loud moans fill each other's senses which only makes my hands work faster. "No," he grunts. "Whores like you don't get to finish early, you cum when I tell you to."
Sliding my hand down to my core I squeeze my leg bunching my hips. With my hips in the air my finger moves at an increasing pace. Rubbing my clit fast, the cold air hits my body as I moan.
Grinding my centre into my hands I throw my body back down to the bed.
"Be a good girl and push two fingers in for me."
Niall moans hardly into the phone as his precum lubes his length causing pressuring slick sounds to fill the phone.
"Okay baby." Sliding my hands down my folds I tease my centre which shoots a riveting pain through my body. Sliding my two fingers in I slowly feel myself clenching and expanding for them feeling my walls shut around me.
"Oh ah- fuck feels so good." Sliding deeper until my knuckles hit I need more but this will have to do. Beginning to pump the sounds of my wetness pool around my fingers. With each thrust, my stomach grows and I'm beginning to work up to my release.
"Good girl. Always so good for me. Now with your other hand press it to your clit and don't stop."
My other hand slides up my thighs until met with my hip bone. Sliding over my bare skin goosebumps trickle down until I'm met with my nerves. Pressing deep I scream an ache through the room that causes my hips to bunch.
Rubbing my clit side to side quickly in need, my thrusting fingers shoot electricity through my body and I moan loudly from the help of the empty house now that they're all gone.
"I know that moan dont cum, not yet." I can hear him fuck his hand more demanding and my hips continue to bunch down thrusting into myself.
"No no I need more," I beg, shutting my eyes.
"Add another finger. Feel yourself just like my cock does. That pretty little cunt needs it bad doesn't it?"
"Really really bad." sliding in a third finger my walls clench hard around me deepening the pressure on my centre. Thrusting my hands at a vicious pace as well on my clit my body tightens signalling it can't hold on any longer when I hit my g spot.
"Niall I cant, fuck I need to cum." Moaning loudly my body arches and my head tilt to the ceiling in a scream.
"Beg for it you little slut. Tell me just how much you need it."' he mumbles tightly and I move my hips with my fingers.
"Please. Please, please let me cum, Niall. You're the only person that could ever get me over the edge like this please I'll do anything." Crying into the phone my legs start to shake causing the pressure on my centre to double.
"Fuck Violet you dont know what that just did to me ah-" he moans harshly pumping his shaft ruthlessly. In the next twenty seconds, I listen to his hard moans and thrusting hand fucking himself until the breathlessness of his chest rasps out a cry.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck. Violet baby?"
My body squirms on the sheets making a complete mess as my legs lift. I open them widely, earning a new angle that I explore with a cry. My knees press to my chest as my fingers work over my nerves and centre. My walls completely clench around my fingers and my hand begins to pound right and left on my clit.
"Yeah im right here- fuck." My legs lift higher so I can completely thrust my body into myself.
"Cum for me baby let it go."
Those words take me over the edge and my orgasm shoots through my body covering my hands. Removing my fingers from my centre I work against my nerves ruthlessly riding me out. "Oh Niall" my body arches off the bed. Sitting up in reflex my fingers press into my clit.
"Oh, ah."
"Oh, Violet fuck fuck fuck fuck." He groans.
"god- ah." grunting deeply his moans only press my body deeper as I coat his sheets. My eyes go fuzzy and I shut them, continuing to ride my sensitive core.
"Niall!" I scream at the top of my lungs and my breaths come out at a zero rhythm. Removing my hands I press them to the sheets gripping on for dear life.
"Fuck Suar." with one last grunt from his voice I hear him fall against the seat of his car breathing hard.
When the world comes down I fall onto my back surrounded by the warmth of his bed that never fails to smell like him. Panting out hard breaths trying to present myself back into reality my body unravels. Pressing my hands to my chest I feel my rapid heartbeat.
"You alright over there?" Niall rasps onto the phone and I whimper from his deep voice that I miss so much.
"Just give me a minute."
Niall chuckles over the phone and I smile drunkenly.
"Oh god, I miss you. Wish I could see that perfect naked body of yours cum all over my fingers soaking me."
Suddenly my body tightens once again from his words and I gasp from a sudden twitch in my centre.
"Violet? You alright what was that?"
My body ravels upright again and I press my full palm against my centre cupping myself hardly trying to calm down. "Niall I don't know what happening." My centres too weak for me to pound it like that again.
A new ring on my phone shows and It's a facetime from Niall. Still cupping myself I reach over the bed and answer it. Once I spot his sweaty face on the screen he eyes me cautiously. My face is the only thing he sees but sweat and redness take over my frame. "Violet?" he coos with a wide-lipped grin.
"How much do you miss me?" gripping my centre just a little bit harder in a spasm my body shoots upwards until I'm on my knees.
"I cant Niall." I cry to him on the phone and his face drops.
"Put me on the dresser let me see you." breathing out a large exhale I lean forward setting the phone right against the lamp. Once he sees my body his face grows in ecstasy as his eyes roam all over.
"So fucking beautiful."
As I pull away I watch as his hand tightens and presses to his shaft once more.
"You still sensitive baby?" His blonde hair sticks to his forehead and I moan from the sight. "Yes, I can't touch myself like that again tonight."
Watching his face turn up in a twitch he begins to moan again. "The pillow. Ride the pillow, pretend it's me."
Wasting no time I reach for the pillow and set it between my thighs. "Yeah just like that." he raps and I shut my eyes once I find the perfect spot. Beginning to grind my hips I press my hands to my chest squeezing both of my breasts as I moan out a loud exhale.
"I- ah." Opening my eyes slightly I watch Nialls rock solid face staring at me in determination.
"Don't stop, keep going."
my arms fall weakly off my chest and press to the top of the pillow in need to grab onto something.
"Jesus" I moan from how good this feels. My centre soaks through the fabric of the pillowcase. I'm so sensitive to the point it feels good.
With my foot pressed to the back of the pillow, I shift my legs upward and the back of the pillow presses deep into me at a new angle. Falling forward in a loud inhale my hands land on the bed on all fours.
My breaths hang down but I fold my body upwards rocking into the pillow like a race. Moving my hips with the fabric my stomach builds in the same pressure as before.
"Fuck baby I just wanna fuck you so bad. You're soaking up my sheets messy girl. Make a mess for me and scream my name alright? That perfect little cunt of yours always so pretty for me."
"Yes- oh fuck." I exhale leaning my head up to the ceiling. "Moan my name too It gets me off."
A loud grunt sounds from his lips signalling he's going faster. "Never last long with you. Wish I was that pillow fucking you from below."
I wish you were here because this pressure is not enough. "I need you to thrust into me from behind and make me limp. I need you to make me scream from how big you are. Only you can do that to me. I need you to ruin me." bunching my hips upwards my legs begin to shake and I thrust my hips on the edge of the pillow crying out.
"Trust me when I get my hands on you you'll wish you were dead. I wanna taste you. I miss waking you up in the morning." squeezing my hands on the pillow my fingernails break the fabric and with one last thrust my foot pushes the pillow into my clit and my body explodes.
"Niall!" I scream his name through my raspy throat as my hips move at the fastest pace on the pillow. "Fuck fuck fuck oh god." my orgasm rips through me and coats the pillow.
As soon as my loud moans fill his car his release shoots out of him matching with mine.
"Oh, violet!" He groans loudly and my chest heaves from his words.
Fuck me.
Looking up to the ceiling my centre pounds from what she's gone through and I fall to my side in complete exhaustion.
The room spins and I go deaf as a small buzzing rings in my ears. Curled up on the bed gripping my breasts in support Niall's chuckles break through my senses bringing me back to reality.
"I'm pretty sure hundreds of people just heard me moan beyond this door." Turning my weak stare to the phone his eyes are dilated fully watching me in lust. Reaching for the electronic I grip it tiredly bringing it to my line of vision and he frowns.
"Put me back, I wanna see our body."
"Come home then." I rasp weakly and he smirks. "We're almost done out here. Give it another two weeks. Now let me see whats mine."
Turning the camera around I push the phone to my cunt letting him the mess he's made. Trailing the camera up my body I fondle my breasts teasing my nipple.
"Fuck Sugar." Watching Nialls face on the screen he's about to touch himself when I flip the camera like nothing happened.
Growling my lips purse in a frown. "That's too long. I miss your hugs and dick."
"Is that all I am to you?" laughter fills the call and I catch my breath.
"Gonna tilt the phone for me princess? One last look. Wanna see you touching your clit." leaning his head back hoping to see from a new angle I brush my sweaty hair away from my face.
"Next time. When I see you next I'll make sure to touch every inch of me as you watch... In fact, next time I want a full view of you too." turning on my side I watch the phone with my head on my arm.
"That's cruel. I'm going to have to go back in there wondering what it was like up close. Im dying out here."
"Then come back and make me. Fuck me and dont holdback. Do whatever you want to me. Make it last all night if you want just don't ever stop." when I moan out the words his face twitches and before he can part his lips I hang up the call.
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Zed Chapter 1-3
Sitting in the car with Kaden I keep my knees pressed to the door and phone in my hands.
He knocked on my apartment door after he finished work and told me we were going somewhere.
Kaden didn't specify but he has a small addiction with gambling. I ask him not to bring me to those events with him but he throws a fit telling me how worthless and a bad girlfriend I am. I've learned to not ask questions anymore.
"June aren't you going to ask me how my day was?" Kaden looks at me with his two hands on the wheel. His long locks are pushes back perfectly on his face.
Everything in this man's life has to be perfect. His hair, reputation, grades, money and me. Its utterly impossible
"How was your day?" I muster the softest smile.
"The deal for our company to expand across the world was accepted. I'm going to be rich June, you and I are gonna move out of here. Can't wait for it to just be me and you, we can get a house in the middle of nowhere. Just be ourselves." Reaching his hand for mine he locks our fingers and kisses the back of my hand.
"That's so great, I know you always wanted that!" Maybe he'll be nice away from the city.
"You don't sound too thrilled?" His eyebrows bunch down hard and I turn my head to give him my full attention.
"Well, where were you thinking of moving? I want to stay close to Mae."
Charlie Mae is my best friend. The first person I met when I moved to London.
I've lived in England for all my life but I moved more south to get away from my parents. Pathing my own life and experiencing new things was something I've always wanted to do.
I work at a small flower shop called Petal. Ever since I was young I always loved to run outside. I would run until my shoes would hit a flower patch and I would go picking for hours. Laying down in the field and smelling the fresh scent made me happier than I could ever be.
Mom and Dad weren't happy when I moved out here. I was supposed to go to law school and work alongside my father at his firm but after getting my arts degree I left.
That's why I'm dating Kaden actually.
My father and his are business partners. The only way for me to remain a part of my family was to marry someone of higher status. That wouldn't make a fool out of him like I have been doing my whole life.
Dad never wanted a daughter.
I don't think he's ever been proud of me and my mom simply encourages the behaviour. That's one of the main reasons I moved from the outskirts of their perfect rich life.
I wished they liked me but no matter what they do I always check-in to make sure they're alright.
"You know how I feel about Charlie, she's a bad influence. Always wanting you to go to parties and clubs. Just like how she sleeps with anyone who moves, it's unacceptable. We'll move away and it'll be perfect just wait and see."
I keep silent and rake my right hand up and down my thighs not wanting to anger him. "Yeah, it will be you're right." Kaden smiles happily and kisses my hand once more.
Im wearing a light green floral dress like always. The little flower pattern keeps me at peace.
"Alright, we're here. Just do me a favour and don't talk okay hun?" Leaning forward he presses a kiss to my lips and gets out of the car.
It's pitch black but light poles illuminate just enough light to see.
Loud chattering and defining laughter take over my senses. I smile to the groups of excited people.
I love the feeling of being free even I have to experience it from others.
Letting my eyes roam around to the dark area, trees and roads surround us in the middle of nowhere. Hundreds of people are huddled around four parked cars on the street ahead.
"June." His sharp voice and knocking on the window takes me out of my trace.
Nodding his head to get out I open the door and close it quietly. Looking to Kaden he points to a set of bleachers.
"I'll be right there I just need to place my bets. Don't go far." His tone demanding and I nod.
Walking away from me with no other word I take to the aluminum bleachers and make my climb to the top so I can see everything. Taking my seat the four cars rest directly in front and I watch as drivers smoke cigarettes and talk to each other.
Roaming my eyes over the cars a huge smile takes over my face. I wonder how fast those things go. I've always wanted to max out the speed of a car. Experience the true rush it looked like in the movies but I couldn't. Kaden instructed that I dont ruin his name by doing crazy things.
It's exhausting doing everything everyone tells you all the time. I moved away to be myself but I can't even do that.
Fixing my green dress I look down to all eyes on me. Girls dressed in black jeans, biker jackets and dark makeup lock their judging eyes on me and I sink down into the seat.
Placing my blonde hair behind my ear I look at my white running shoes tapping them a sweet melody trying to disappear.
"Starting in two minutes." a loud voice shouts on a speaker and I quickly look in a jump. The stands begin to fill quickly and I don't know where to divert my eyes.
I spot Kaden down by the starting line handing a thick load of cash to a man in a black hoodie. Looking away biting my lip my eyes look on a green race car. It's a shiny dark lime colour and my eyes grow wide looking at it. All the other cars around are black making this one stand out.
I dont think I've ever seen a car this beautiful.
It's so rad.
Trailing my eyes down to the front a man sits on the hood with his arms crossed in front of him watching me closely and my back straightens.
Black hair brushed back leaves his dark round sunglasses on display. I feel his eyes watching me and it sends a shiver down my body. Tattoos paint every inch of his visible skin and my body finds his artwork fascinating.
I wonder what they look like up close.
I look around my area making sure he's looking at me but when I look back his face never moves from mine.
I can't look away. Something about him is just so beautiful and mysterious.
He's dressed in black pants a white shirt and a leather jacket which is completely opposite to my outfit. I laugh a wide smile and a small smirk paints his perfect lips.
Leaning against his car neither of us look away. Lifting his hands about to take off his sunglasses Kaden takes a seat next to me by surprise.
Wrapping his hand around my arm he pulls me to his side harshly. My body knocks into his like always and he keeps his hand wrapped around my arm. It begins to hurt when he applies pinching pressure and I tighten my lips in pain.
"Ouch Kaden." I squirm and frail my arm upwards. I try to escape his hold but he yanks me down to eye level.
Locking eyes he looks at me angrily before leaning into my ear viscously. "Don't embarrass me out here. Don't talk to me that way June."
My eyes not noticeable widen and my heart skips a small beat.
Tugging his lips up in a twitch he lets go and I rip my hand arm away from him rubbing the skin. Kaden only smiles back politely.
"I got my money on the green car. His name around here is Zed. Undefeated champion, people come out here every night thinking they'll outdrive him but it never happens. This guy's a machine behind the wheel."
Turning my stare back to the green car the man no longer has his stare on me but Kaden.
His face is dropped in complete anger and goosebumps take over my body in slight terror as I look to Kaden but his stare is on the crowd in front of him oblivious.
Zed grips his hands into firsts before locking eyes with me.
Immediately unclenching he stares at me in complete curiosity, sadness and anger at the same time. For another couple minutes we simply stare at each other.
"Drivers to your seats." The man on the speakers yells excitedly and the crowd erupts in cheers. The noise is all absent in the background as I look at him.
Zed forcefully removes his stare and looks to the ground for a second before stocking off to the driver's door.
Rocks under his shoes crumble and the green door opens widely as he climbs in swiftly. Slamming the door with a thud, all of the engines shout to a roar through the midnight sky.
- chapter 2
When the flag signals "go" the cars take off with a roar. The gravel under the wheels crunch as they speed away. The crowd stands with blaring shouts jumping up and down.
With angry curses of motivation and loud cheers of excitement, the cars rip down the abandoned road at a sickening fast speed.
Lifting my head to see where the cars go they take off down obstacles and my site loses them in the darkness. Slumping back in my seat Kaden keeps his head locked on the road and his knee bounces in anticipation.
"What are you doing?" I ask and he turns his head sharply.
"Keeping my eye on my money maker."
I wonder how long these things last? Snapping my fingers, bouncing my hands on my leg in a fidget Kaden presses his hand on top of them stopping my motion.
Immediately my body runs cold and I feel the need to apologize.
"Sorry," I whisper and frail my bum down on the bleachers growing small.
"It's a little annoying but all is good. "
"They're coming back!" A voice screams and everyone stands including myself. Just like I knew, the green car comes zooming past all of the cars in first. Ahead by a long shoot his car flies past the finish line skidding to a stop on its side.
"Yes!" Kaden stands and presses his hands to my jaw pulling me in for a forceful kiss. Moulding our lips together I try to pull away but he keeps going. Our lips part with a smucker and he smiles like a child.
"I love you so much!"
The sounds of the other cars zoom to the finish line and the crowd runs to the cars below.
"Oh god hun, you might just be my lucky charm, let's go." slapping our hands together he races us down the bleachers giving me no time to look where I'm going.
"Kaden slow down." I whimper trying to let go but he continues to race.
Tripping over my toes I fall on my two feet to the ground and he yanks me forward in a fast walk. Looking to the green car I watch as Zed steps out of his car with a slam. Reaching into his pocket his gaze locks on mine but drifts to Kaden hardly and his jaw tightens.
"Zed, that was amazing, I've never seen anything like that." Kaden rips his hand out of mine leaving me meters behind, running up to Zed as I stay put.
"helping me win those big bucks man, appreciated." Laughing sticking his hand out to shake Zed only eyes him aggressively with utter disgust.
After seconds go by and no motion to move forward Kaden lowers his hand. "Not a shaking guy I get it."
Turning around in a circle I focus my sight on all the cars and happy crowd. Giggling when I see a man fling a girl on his shoulders playfully I breathe the air around me clearly. Wallowing in my clear space for just a second of peace.
"June." His voice grabs my attention covering up his tone in polite, dragging me by the hand to his side. Standing in front of Zed he takes his sunglasses off and his bright brown eyes stare softly into mine.
I swallow down my dry throat as my body suddenly freezes, trapped in his beauty.
"This is my girlfriend June." Kaden nudges me but I don't say anything while still staring at Zed.
"June don't be rude." He whispers tightly in my ear and I look away when his hold on my hand squeezes my body down.
The move wasn't noticeable but Zed's eyes are locked on our hold. Viscousness pours from his frame.
"Sweetheart, you alright?" Zed changes his tone and his eyes soften on mine.
"Why wouldn't she be alright." Kaden presses and I stare weakly at him. He always speaks for me. Dropping my head slightly, someone catches Kaden's attention.
"You collecting your earnings?" the man's voice is sharp and Kaden's body stands in victory. Letting go of my hand he runs off to the podium and I stand in front of Zed leaning my head up to the stars.
They were so bright tonight.
"You didn't answer my question." I look down to the voice as he takes a step closer towards me Our chests are about to touch and in reflex I back away hitting the front of his car.
"Yes, I'm alright." I unconvincingly say and he shakes his head.
"I'm no idiot-"
"Is your name really Zed?" I interrupt not liking when people pry in my business.
"No sweetheart that's just my nickname around here. My names Zayn."
Zayn, Zayn, Zayn, Zayn.
"That's such a graceful name." I smile cheekily and he presses a finger to my chin giggling from the touch.
"Going to tell me yours?" nudging forward I stop my giggles and swallow when his breathes hit my lips.
"I- im June."
"That's a very pretty name June." smirking my heart beats out of my chest. I blink to make sure he's still there and he very much is.
"I like this." His eyes trail down my green dress that stops above my knee. "You're a very bright soul for this dark place sweetheart."
About to speak Zayn pulls away and places a cigarette between his lips resting against the car beside me. Looking past, Kaden walks back stuffing cash in his pocket.
"June let's go, this place is no good for you." Grabbing my hand he tugs me away from the car and I watch as Zayn's eyes lock on us both walking away.
"I can walk by myself." I try tugging my hand away but he pulls me closer.
"Dont do this. Don't make me yell at you I hate doing it." Kissing the top of my head he yanks me down the crunching gravel from our shoes.
Looking back once more, Zayn eyes me in complete alert.
Parting his lips of the cigarette white smoke blows into the air as he clutches his fists.
-chapter 3
"Charlie Mae open this door." I bang my fists against her apartment door as loud and annoyingly as I possibly can.
The door suddenly rips open revealing Mae in her sleeping shorts and a black bra. Her hair is completely a mess and my jaw drops.
"Mae is nearly midday." Laughing, she pulls on my arm into her studio apartment.
Placing a finger against her lips she cries in tiredness, "It's 12 pm and I have a raging hangover. Please shush." She begs and walks into her bedroom tumbling back into her white sheets hugging herself like a taco.
"Oh come on, again?" I jump on the bed pulling the covers over my body and pull right up to her face in a whispering tone.
"What did you do last night?"
She parts her lips weakly, clearly unhappy I'm asking questions. "Club, drank, fucked, feel like death." muttering her eyes shut her breaths come out at a clear pace signalling she's asleep.
"I'm glad one of us has their fun." Kissing Mae's forehead I turn on my side about to shut my eyes when a text from Kaden pops up on my phone.
Going to check out houses in Italy this weekend on a business trip. Will miss you.
I sigh to myself and look at Mae. I don't want to leave. It was never what I wanted.
Shutting my phone off I stare at the ceiling thinking about Zayn. How his black messy hair was pulled off of his face so perfectly. His warm smile when we locked eyes and the coolness of his body language.
Something about him makes me want to see him again.
I feel like an awful person.
-
It's 6 pm and Mae woke up about an hour ago. I watched her make this god awful green juice that she choked down. Apparently, it cleanses her ora. While she drank she placed her new crystals in a small jar and sat them in the centre of her wood table.
Keeps the negative spirits away and she claims it's positive energy.
I aspire to be her level of chill.
"Can I ask you a question?" I say as she cleans her kitchen table. Standing taller she leans over the table lifting her eyebrows.
"Shoot me."
Shifting on my seat I twiddle my small fingers together brushing over the light pink nail polish. "I went somewhere last night with Kaden-"
"Oh enough with that fucker. Saying his name forms bile in my throat. I don't understand how you stand him, he's awful to you."
She's begged me to leave him but I physically can't.
Besides, he's nice when we're alone together. I like the happy version of him.
He loves me.
"Kaden took me to a street race thing for him to gamble and there was this boy." That's what catches her attention. Dropping the rag in her hand she runs over to the seat opposite of mine dropping her body.
"Was he a racer?" Her face edges forward and when I nod she squeals deafeningly and I cover her mouth with my hand.
"Look let me just vent." She nods quickly.
"He wouldn't stop staring at me and then Kaden walked over with me to congratulate him. He still wouldn't stop eyeing me and I felt all the air around me was sucked away. anyways when Kaden went to go collect his money we talked and I can't get him out of my head. I'm an awful person for thinking this way when I'm in a relationship-"
Gripping my wrist she pulls my hand down eyeing me hardly. "Bestie, I'm afraid to tell you this but I don't care what I have to do. We're going to that damn race tonight."
I pull my arm away standing off the chair. "Mae, no I am not."
"You just said you couldn't stop thinking about him, we're going back." matching my stance I start to freak. If Kaden knows I went back there he'll have my head.
Looking to the door and back to Mae she tilts her head in warning.
"Don't you dare-"
In slick movement, I take off on my heels for the door but my hips are pulled back and suddenly I'm on the floor with a body above me. "get off of me." Frailing my hands to her shoulders to get her off she pins my hands above my head. Blowing a huff of air, my blonde lock that escaped my ponytail flies out of my face.
"June Elizabeth Davis, one of these days you are going to thank me for what I'm about to do." shifting my hips she sits on my torso pinning me completely and I exhale as my lungs constrict.
"We're going to that damn race and we're looking pretty."
...
As the hour's tick by, we start getting ready and she presents outfits to me. "Okay how about this?" she holds a black silk dress to my vision and I shake my head.
"I am not wearing that but go ahead for yourself." Frowning she rolls her eyes and begins to strip. Once her clothes are removed she pulls the black dress up her body and it sticks to every inch of her curves tightly.
"Hot." Is all I say and she claps her hands to her sides. She's a beautiful woman.
"Well what about you miss floral." Looking down at my yellow flower summer dress I smile.
"What else do you think I'm going to wear?" anything with flowers can have my credit card.
In awe, she walks towards me and pulls on my hand lightly. If she pressed any harder the bruises I covered from last night would've made me squirm but she's always so gentle.
"I expected nothing less. Ready my love?" the jingling of her car keys sound through the room and hooks are arms stepping into the hallway.
"I'm going to make a fool out of myself, I just know." Mumbling we take off to the elevator.
-
Pulling up to the race she parks next to the light and we make our way out of the car. Looking around it feels different that I'm not with someone I tread around with my every move.
The air seems clear.
As we walk to the bleachers we bypass the crowd that has gotten bigger since yesterday. I'm guessing because it's a Friday.
Hitting someone's shoulder by accident I stop turning around, "im sorry, im sorry." I yell a beg to the blonde body that doesn't care.
"I feel so bad." frowning to myself Mae wraps her hand in mine and pulls us away.
"You're too nice, I aspire to be you. I couldn't give a shit about any other than myself and you."
Standing at the edge of the bleachers we walk past rows and rows of black outfits. Of course, leaving me to be the different one in the crowd.
I hate when people stare. I feel like they can read me like an open book. Plopping down in the same seat as yesterday I lock my eyes on the cars below and notice Zayn's green one isn't there.
"He's not here." I bite my cheek as Mae checks her phone.
"Love, there's ten more minutes left, the big boys are always late." Just like she said in the next minute I watch his green car zoom to the starting line. Braking quickly dust flies around his car eloping it in disguise and the crowd begins to scream. The gravel crunches under the tires and I stare at the car watching his body slowly climb out of the car.
He's so beautiful.
Suddenly a thought pops in my mind and I turn to Mae slapping her legs. "Ouch, fu-"
"He's going to think I'm stalking him," I whisper shout and out of all things she laughs aggressively holding her side.
Slouching from her reaction she pulls me into her side rubbing my shoulders. "Just like I said you're too sweet for this world. He's not going to think that."
"Oh god." I hide the red of my cheeks into her body but she pulls my arms back squeezing my cheeks.
"June your dick boyfriends in Italy do what you want for once."
Biting my cheek I look away shyly to the green car to see him perched on the side with his cigarette between his lips staring at me with a smirk.
All the air becomes robbed of my lungs when he winks to me.
Watching him step away into his car the crowd cheers once they all step on the pedal speeding down the course through the forest.
After the race, I have no clue where he went off to. The green car of course won but he ran off somewhere.
Sitting on my seat a little sad I turn to Mae who has her eyes locked on a brunette.
"Oh wow." her eyes dilate looking at a brunette boy resting against a black car. His hair is a messy straight hairstyle as he smokes on a cigarette.
"This is very bitchy of me but I'm gonna go talk to him. Go find your boy and text me when you want to leave."
Kissing my cheek I watch her sprint down the bleachers holding her purse. As her shoes touch the ground she rides her dress upwards and fixes her boobs. Covering my mouth with my palm I watch her walk confidently to the boy.
I giggle into my palms from how much love I have for her. I wish I had the nerve to do that.
After sitting on top of the empty bleachers Mae and the boy walked to a bathroom beside the podium.
She really is quick.
Fiddling with my nails on the stairs my legs grow tired. I think I might go for a walk as I wait.
Standing I carefully climb down. I take my foot making sure each placement is at a slow pace. I've always been prone to falling down these things.
Reaching the bottom my foot gets caught in one of the holes and my body falls forward.
A hard gasp leaves my lips and I shut my eyes waiting to hit the gravel. Falling a pair of warm hands suddenly wrap around my back and I land into a hard chest. Immediately my own hands wrap around their neck squeezing a black jacket.
Inhaling a thankful breath my foot aches from a sharp pain and I shut my eyes. "Thanks, I'm sorry. Lost my balance." My tone is full of embarrassment and physical pain.
"Sweetheart, you alright?" The voice of the boy I met yesterday rings in my ears and I look up to his frame immediately.
Time seems to stops and I have to remind myself he just spoke to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I breathlessly say looking to his eyes that always catch my attention. Looking closer there's a light green speck of colour around his irises.
"Something catch your attention?" Winding my body to stand on the bleachers he never lets go and stares at me with a grin.
"Your eyes are very pretty." I giggle with my hands around his neck still. Zayn's hands move to my waist of my yellow dress pulling me closer.
"And what might you be doing here tonight?" his eyebrows raise and my face grows red. Tilting my head down in a weak smile, his finger on my chin lifts my gaze to him.
"Tell me I'm wrong but did sweet June miss me?" Zayn leans forward and my body runs frozen as a small inhale clenches my lungs.
"I wanted to see you again." My chest raises up and down from how close he's gotten and still holds me up with his two hands.
"That just made my night sweetheart."
Letting my body go so I can rest my weight on my foot I move my hands to his shoulders to stand myself. Placing pressure a sharp pain races through my body causing my leg to buckle.
"Ah- Ouch." I cry lifting up my hurt foot and Zayn's hands go to my elbows, holding up my bent body.
"Fuck I think you hurt your ankle, c'mere." tracing his hands down my body he lifts me up bridal style. Hitting his chest from the acceleration he caries me effortlessly down the gravel.
"Are you sure this is necessary? I'm sure I can walk on it." I wrap my hands around his neck and he shakes his head.
"Just let me take a look at it."
Speaking full of worry I roll my eyes slightly which causes him to stop.
"Did you just roll your eyes?" He says holding me closer and I begin to laugh shaking my head.
"No, no I didn't not." my hands grip the leather jacket around his neck.
"You're lucky I like you." His face remains hard as he carries me throughout the crowd. Judgemental looks from others stare and I turn my head away.
Leaning down he places my body on the hood of his car. Trapping me in with his hands I press mine to his forearm, readjusting myself so I'm steady.
Pushing my bum back I release my hands from his strong arms and he stares deeply into me.
"Who are you?" He whispers barely audible.
"Well, I'm June." Scrunching my face in a giggle, Zayn chuckles pulling away.
Placing his hands on my leg he lifts it up gently. "I'm just going to look alright."
Wrapping his hands lightly around my ankle I hiss back from the touch. "That hurt." I frown trying to pull my leg away but he brings it right back to his stare. Tracing his fingers around the spot he parts his lips.
"It's not broken but definitely a mild sprain. I'll have to wrap it up."
My eyes widen. "Wrap it up? Zayn I think that's a little much-"
"June do you want this to get worse?" I sink my hips to the green paint.
"No."
He smiles cockily in victory. "Come with me." before I can blink Zayn lifts me up again and I wrap my arms around his neck. Landing into his chest with a thud, wasting no time he walks off down the road.
The bottom of his black shoes crush the gravel below I take time to roam my eyes over his face. The light stubble of his beard and the tiny silver hoops in his ears. Trying to stop my body I cant and I press my hands to his hair brushing it back.
"How old are you?" I ask to his face that has been staring at me this whole time.
"24 you?"
"23."
Straightening my back I look behind us as he continues down the road. "Are you kidnapping? Should I be scared?"
Looking at me with a complete snicker we appear to a small wooden shack to the side of the racing road. "Zayn?" I giggle and he sets me down on the wooden stairs.
"There's medical stuff inside, I'll be right back."
Walking up the stairs he opens the door with a creek and disappears.
Looking to the dark road in front, my eyes train on the forest next to me and I just breathe contently. I wonder what the race track is like in there... maybe it's just a road.
I've always been a happy person. I can't help it, it makes me feel full of light like the flowers in the fields that grow from it. I find it's better to be happy than anything else. Any other emotion is just to exhausting for my life.
The door creaks once more and I look to Zayn with one of those ankle bandages in his hand. Walking around my frame he bends down and slips his hand to my leg raising it.
With his hand to my injured foot he sips off my shoe.
"I think this is a little too soon." I tease and he places my small white vans to the side. My matching yellow socks reveal themselves and when I flex my foot playfully he smiles widely.
He should smile more often.
"I like your dress," he says, beginning to straighten out the bandage.
"You really think so? Everyone around here was eyeing me because of it."
Staring at me from below he shakes his head firmly. "You took them by surprise. Like I said we don't get that man people with your soul around here, you look beautiful."
My heart beats out of my chest from his simple words and lacing the bandage around my foot tightly I hiss from the touch.
"Be nicer that hurts."
Releasing his hold just a bit, the bandage loops carefully around my foot. "Sorry, I'm not used to being so gentle." whispering delicately I can't help but stare into his beautiful frame and butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"So you like flowers?" he asks cutting through the quiet, eyeing my dress up and down with another smile. "Yesterday you wore a similar dress with that flower pattern."
In observation he taps his hand on my thigh tracing the flower pattern of my dress.
"I've always loved flowers, they're my favourite thing. I work at a floral shop too."
Tightening the bandage on my foot for the last time I gasp and my body jumps upwards.
"There. all done."
Taking my white shoe he slips it back on my foot carefully. My foot takes some getting used to but it sits comfortably. Re tying the laces in a bow he takes a seat beside me.
"Thanks for being gentle!" I laugh turning my body to face him. Resting my back on the railing of the steps Zayn slides closer pressing his elbows to his knees turning his head watching me.
"So you work at a flower shop?"
"Yeah, it's downtown called petal. It's on a relatively plain street but the doors are full of pink flowers. It's quite the scene." I giggle from the nature of that statement. All of the doors on the street are rock and there's little to no light in the night except for the bright colours from our shop. "It smells heavenly too. "
Zayn smiles gracefully and I find myself in a trance from the small gesture. "How often do you work?"
"Weekdays I get the weekends off which is nice. What about you? This is certainly a well-paying job and you got everyone fangirling over you."
Zayn shakes his head and looks at the road. "More than well paying. And I could care less about the people, I do this for me. It's a total rush."
Watching his side profile as he speaks my eyes trace to his hands covered in thick silver rings.
"What about you? Do you like the rush?" He asks and I bite my lip looking into the darkness.
"Always wanted to experience it but I have yet to. Just not allowed." I say the last part quietly brushing my dress out when his hand falls on mine stopping the movements.
Looking up he eyes me hard. "June I didn't like how your boyfriend was touching you yesterday." Zayn's voice grows in anger and I try to pull my hand back but he doesn't let go.
"This isn't something I'd like to talk about."
"If he ever lays a hand on you like ever again I'm not keeping to myself." swallowing down my dry throat terrified thoughts roll through my mind and I shake my head.
"Please don't do that you don't understand." I plead and his face tilts to the side.
"Understand what?"
"Just stop it Zayn." I scrunch my face and he lightens his tone.
"I'm sorry June I'll let it go but I mean what I said. No one should treat you like that."
Looking up to his eyes I know that he's telling the truth but why does he even care?
Kaden loves me, is all I can repeat to myself. He's the one person that loves me in this messed-up world.
My phone vibrates in my pocket disrupting the quiet and I take it out. Placing it to my ear the caller ID reads Mae.
"Mae are you alright?" Zayn looks to me in alert but I brush my hand in the air.
"I'm going over to Louis's house tonight. If you don't have a ride you can take my car."
My shoulders slump and I press my hand to my temple. Im an awful driver. "Well, where are you going are you sure you'll be alright?"
"Oh trust me I'll be alright. He is the man of my dreams. But do you have a ride home or not?" Looking at Zayn he nods his head at me and I tilt my head pressing the phone away from my ear.
"What?"
"I'll take you home." Zayn stands from the seat and my eyes go wide. How did he hear that?
"No Zayn I-" Scrunching my eyes he interrupts. "Not up for discussion flower girl, let's go."
Inhaling a small breath I put the phone back on my ears. "Well that was very cute, I guess you do have a ride with Mr big time, have fun!" She hangs up the call and I lock my eyes on Zayn.
"You don't need to do this."
"We're in the middle of nowhere and it will make me feel better knowing you got home safe." Reaching his hand out for mine I place it in his palm and feel the coldness of his rings on my skin. Standing me to my feet I scrunch my face a little in discomfort getting used to the tightness on my foot.
"Here." he reaches his arm out for me to grab and I lace my hands around his forearm.
"Thank you!"
My dress blows back in the wind as we walk to his car slowly. Getting to his green car he opens the door for me and helps me in. Grabbing his arm tightly as I sink to the bottom as he watches my every move.
Once I'm comfortable he leans forward. Our lips are inches apart and his eyes lock on my lips. "you alright in here?"
I swallow yelling at myself that I got into this situation. "yes I'm alright."
Pulling away Zayn closes the door with a huge smile that drops when he turns to the public.
Climbing into his side the jingle of the keys stick into the ignition and the car roars to a start. The vibration hits my body and I can feel it through every inch of my viens. "Woah." Is all I can say looking through the dark interior.
This is awesome and I can't help but exhale loudly. "I'm in a race car."
"Hey, June?" He questions in thought and I look back at him smiling, "Yes?"
"You know how you said you wanted to experience shit?" He furrows his eyebrows in deep thought that makes me giggle. He's so serious.
"Yes, I do actually." Dropping his face in complete excitement I see the wheels turning in his brain.
"Well sweetheart, you're driving us home."
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