This is the third time I’m asked so I’m strongly considering it.. I sort of wanted to leave it with that cliffhanger but I’ll see :) no promises but I’ll think about it -Enid
Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High- Zayn (part 4)
You locked your lips with his as soon as his back was against the side of the car, at first he didn’t react at your harsh actions but soon his hands went up to your waist and pulled you closer.
"You missed me too." He said after parting just for a split second before kissing you again.
You didn’t reply but just kissed him again, harder and harder by the second. You felt as he lifted his body from the car, and turned you around so now you were pressed against the car. He pulled at your bottom lip and hard; the car felt really cold against your bare legs so just slightly you linked one ankle with his. He smirked at your cheeky leg movement and you took the moment to slide your tongue into his mouth causing a small moan to emerge from the back of his throat. You grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him away, “Open the car.”
He licked his lips and quickly fished the keys from his back pocket and opened the back door. You let him get in first so as soon as he sat down you straddled him and closed the door; luckily the windows were tinted, so no one could possibly see what was happening.
He lifted his chest to connect his lips with yours but you placed both hands on his shoulders to keep him down.
"I need you to say it one more time…" You looked at him dead in the eyes and it took him a few seconds to respond.
"I am sorry. I am so, so, sorry."
He spoke these work and you went straight to his neck and bit and sucked on it as hard as you could, he even winced a little but you ignored him. He was getting out of here with a mark. He reached up again but once more you held him down.
"Do you forgive me?" He asked, but instead of answering you began kissing him again. Tongue and all straight from the beginning. Your hands began wandering down his chest and his hands went to your bum but you swatted them away. You kept yours moving down and down, until they finally reached his jeans and without notice you palmed him and he let out a small groan. "Stop teasing…" He said holding back his need to speak louder.
"Oh, you don’t like teasing?" You said and palmed him again and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, now he groaned even louder. "You don’t like teasing…" You began kissing his neck very light as you inched your hand closer and closer, you could even feel the bulge on your thigh now. In between small kisses you spoke. "Try being teased." Kiss, "Every day." Kiss, "Holding onto false hope," Kiss, "For a whole month." Your stopped altogether, sat up straight and pushed him back down for the last time. "Grow the fuck up, grow a fucking pair. Stop messing around with people because no one will take your shit, and learn how to respect."
You quickly grabbed the keys since he had forgotten about them and got out of the car, if he wanted them back he was going to have to ask a certain bartender for them.
You slammed the door behind you and strutted away, feeling more powerful and confident than you’ve ever felt before. So you left him there; shocked, breathless, with no keys and his pants down.
In the blink of an eye you were back in the club and went straight to the bar and called the nicest looking bartender over, “My friend lost these, and he’ll come back for them soon.” You said placing the keys in her hands, “He’s got black hair and an ugly love bite on his neck.” You just smiled at her and a playful smirk spread across the girl’s face.
“I got you sweetie, anything else?”
“No, I think he learned.” You winked at her and thanked her before walking back to your friends. They jumped you asking a million questions but you just gave them an overview of the events and they all cheered since it takes a lot to pull a move like that, you asked them to let him know where his keys were and finally excused yourself to go back home, finally at peace.
It’s been 3 days since the events at the club and you’ve heard from a friend how lost Zayn had looked when he walked back in and how much his pride was hurt. In a way you did feel bad, almost thinking you went a bit too far but at the moment it seemed like the right thing to do. So you now sat once more on your couch just channel surfing and waiting for the delivery guy to come with the pizza. It didn’t take long for the doorbell to ring and you quickly hopped off the couch and ran to the door. You opened it with a big smile but it soon dropped as you saw the tall dark figure in front of you, a fading hickey on his heck.
“Baby doll…” He simply said, and a thousand excited shivers ran down your whole body.
A/N: This is the end of it! Hope it ended in a way you guys like it, let me know in the messages :) Thank you all for the notes , I hope you all like this. Inspired by (x)
Part 4 will be posted tonight! (It’s 6:30 for me so yeah, around my 7:30ish)
Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High- Zayn (Part 3)
"Shit, dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you guys were fighting." You friend apologized for the third time after she saw you restlessly tap your nails against the bar while you waited for your round of shots.
"We’re not fighting, we’re just not talking to each other. But it’s ok, you didn’t know." You tried to sympathetically smile at her to ease her regret but nothing could help easy what you were feeling.
"You two seemed really good friends, you got along really well. What happened?" No one knew that Zayn and you were just fuck buddies and you were planning on keeping it that way.
"Don’t worry about it, let’s just have fun tonight." Just in time the bartender set down a row of vodka shots and everyone got together, and at the same time you all chugged them down. The burning/acidic sensation went down your throat until it reached your stomach, making you scrunch up your nose a bit in disgust, but it did the job of getting you lose so you ignored it. You began jumping and laughing along with all your friends, ready to ignore everything that’s happening in your life.
The minutes passed and you found yourself jammed between people on the dance floor, hips swaying side to side. You had only taken 3 shots but it was just enough to let you relax. The song changed and you looked over to where your friends were gathered, you smiled widely at them but one of them quickly got up and pretty much ran towards you.
"Having fun?" You asked as she squeezed your arm.
She dismissed your question and went to the point, “Zayn is here.”
The high the vodka had gotten you on completely disappeared in that instant and you were brought to reality. Immediately you wanted to separate yourself from all the sweaty bodies that surrounded you, but most importantly, away from Zayn.
"Where is he?" You asked seriously.
"At the bar, he already came up to us and said hi, and he offered to buy us all another round.”
"Fuck, what do I do?" You thought out loud but neither of you had an answer, he clearly was going to hang around your friends and you couldn’t ignore him without now ignoring them. So deciding to be a grown up, you accepted the fact that you were going to have to see him.
"He’s coming back." Your friend announced and you both turned to see as he made his way to the high table with a tray of shots in his hand. He looked unbelievably attractive today, sporting a leather jacket and a cheeky smirk on his face, "Are you going to leave?"
"No, I’ll just avoid him as much as I can. He won’t ruin my night."
She gave your arm another squeeze and then held your hand to lead you back to the group. You looked straight ahead, he won’t know how intimidated you actually felt, and as soon as he caught a sight of you he smiled devilishly.
"(Y/N)!" He pretty much yelled and walked towards you before engulfing you in his arms. He was wearing your favorite cologne on him but there was another smell in his clothes. Weed.
Everything you were feeling was replaced with disbelief, once again he had called you when high. So when he pulled away you didn’t bother to return the smile.
"I missed you." He said leaning into your ear.
"I’m sure you did." You pushed him away and went to take your drink, "Just be useful and keep the drinks flowing and yourself away."
A few of your friends looked at you simply admiring the sass, Zayn just smirked.
"Alright, princess." He walked up to the group and without anyone else noticing he placed a hand on your hip and squeezed it, "We should still talk." He said leaning into your ear so only you could hear; he sounded serious and in a way he was right, you couldn’t be all childish and ignore each other forever, so you nodded.
"I’m gonna buy some beers, can you help me (Y/N)?" Obviously this was his way of getting you away from the group so you could talk, so you nodded and began following him. Instead of walking to the bar he made his way to the door and out.
"Where are you going?" You asked.
"Just need silence. Relax, we’re going to my car." He rolled his eyes at you and now you saw the expensive car parked in the corner of the lot. Once you reached it he leaned against the door and crossed his arms, looking straight at you.
"Oh, I’m not starting if that’s what you’re waiting for." You said after a few seconds making him sigh.
"Alright… I’ll start. Sorry I cancelled on you." You stayed quiet, that wasn’t all you wanted to hear and he got the hint. "And for calling you when high, and for not calling back… And for calling you when high today."
"Fucking knew it, you know how much I fucking hate when you do that." You said sternly pointing a finger at him. "But what ticks me off the most is how you only call me when you’re high. What the hell?! Have some respect for me!"
"Sorry ok?! Just don’t scream at me, I fucked up and I’m sorry."
"No you’re not, because you wouldn’t have waited weeks to apologize. Good bye, Zayn."
You began to turn on your heels when he grabbed your arm and spun you around so you could face him, making you crash into his chest.
"I am a dick, I know that. Forgive me." He spoke low and softly, it sounded like he meant it but now you couldn’t really trust him. "Babe… I’m sorry…" He lowered his voice even more, making you look down at his lips for a split second. "I’m sorry…" He whispered again while leaning into your neck and kissing it, causing your knees to grow weak for a split second.
"Zayn…" You whispered, deciding whether to let him or push him away.
"I’m sorry…" He said again kissing another spot making you bite your lip to hold back a small moan. He kept kissing you lightly, his lips going up to your jawline little by little making your good judgment lose to lust; but then you remembered what he did; un-kept promises, the restless nights you spent because of him, all the wasted thoughts and you knew exactly what to do. Your hands flew to the nape of his neck and lightly pulled on his hair to bring his face up to yours, he smirked and his eyes got a sparkle of success. You pushed him against the side of the car and locked your lips with his.
Who said you were going to let him off the hook so easily?
A/N: IF SHE ISN’T YOUR SPIRIT ANIMAL THEN IDK WHAT IS, PART 4 IS GONNA BE INTENSE and also the last part. I don’t write smut but I know how to spice things up and keep them excited. Thank you so much for the notes! Inspired by (x)