Class Clowns
Chapter 9: Date Night
Claire's POV
Holy fuck, Zayn's gonna be here in fifteen minutes. This is date night. Tonight. What the hell was I thinking? Is he even going to show up? Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
I ran around the house cleaning up the things that my mom has left laying around for months, making my bed, wiping down the kitchen table... I feel like a grandma getting ready for her grandkids to come over. The last thing to do is talk to my mom.
I creep to her bedroom and notice she's still in bed in the same position she was this morning only this time she has her iPad in hand.
"Mom?" I ask with a small voice as I step inside a bit closer. "How are you feeling?" I ask, but she refuses to look up at me.
"Do you need something, Claire?" She asks with a hushed tone. My heart breaks because inside my head I'm screaming I need my mom.
"I just wanted to tell you that," I nervously whisper, "my umm, my boyfriend is coming by tonight. Is that ok?" I ask, and she finally looks up at me. I don't really know if Zayn and I are actually boyfriend and girlfriend but it's easier to call him that then 'the sexy teacher from my school who I enjoy spending time and hooking up with.'
"Craig?" She scoffs and I shake my head.
"His names Zayn and he's really sw--" She puts her hand up and looks back down at her iPad.
"Just make sure my door is shut when he gets here ok? I don't want anyone to see me like this." She sniffles and my heart sinks. It's not that I want her to meet Zayn and be all suspicious but I can't believe she really just has no interest in him... in me.
"Mom, have you thought about maybe getting some help for your de--"
"Don't you dare say it. I'm fine Claire, absolutely fine! I have a cold and that's all so just get the hell out of here and go hangout with your new sex toy!" She shrieks and before I can even respond, I hear the doorbell ring. I slowly back out of the room in complete and utter shock, close the door and head down the stairs. Her words hurt more than anything else could or would.
I swing open the front door and a smile creeps onto my face.
"Hi Claire." Zayn smirks at me, holding a pizza box and I have to contain the squeal that is trying so hard to bust out of me.
"Hello Mr. Malik." I giggle, dragging him inside and straight into the kitchen. I immediately open the box and smile even wider.
"I didn't know what kind you like so I got a slice of everything." He says shyly and this time I release that little squeal.
"You're the cutest." I smile, taking the hawaiian slice and scarfing it down. What the hell was I worried about? Tonight should be fun.
"So you've been friends with them since high school?" I ask in disbelief. Who the hell would have thought that all the new teachers have been friends for so long.
"Yeah, that's pretty crazy right? It's been me and Harry since elementary school, Niall moved to town sometime during middle school and then we met Liam and Louis in high school." He revels in the memory as he runs his fingers through my hair. We're currently laying on top of my bed watching an old episode of Saturday Night Live and I am in his arms. Cute, huh?
"Wow, you've known Mr. Styles since elementary school? If you've been friends for so long how did you end up so... different?" I chuckle, curling myself closer into his chest.
"Different? We're practically the same person, love." He chuckles and I look up at him in confusion.
"What?!" I gasp with a laugh. "That's the farthest thing from the truth! You're so chill and he's so uptight--"
"He's not uptight, he's just serious about his job and he wants to see people do well." He chuckles and I sit there a little confused. I never thought about the similarities between them before... I guess there are some?
"Why are we even talking about him, huh?" He laughs, flipping us over so that he's hovering on top of me.
"Well what do you want to do instead?" I smirk and before I know it his lips are attached to mine. The way they move in synch with each other makes me want to smile but I don't, I just continue the passionate movement of his mouth to mine. His hands eagerly slip under my sweater and palm my breasts over my bra, making me moan out in pleasure.
He sits up for a moment to slide my leggings down my lower half and as he makes his way back up, he leaves a trail of kisses on the insides of my thigh sending me shivers beyond belief.
"Fuck, every inch of you tastes so good." He murmurs, looping his fingers around the sides of my black lace thong. As he slides it down my body leaving my bottom half exposed, I stop him.
"Zayn." I mumur, sliding them back on and reaching for my leggings. He gives me a confused look and I close my eyes tightly.
"We can't do this because once I start, I won't be able to stop and--"
"It's too soon. I understand, love." He gives me a warm smile, helping me slide back on my leggings. For a moment I'm completely stunned by his reaction but relief shortly takes its place.
"I'm really sorry, I know that you--" He cuts me off my pressing his lips to mine for a moment then pulling away.
"If you think that sex is the only reason I'm here right now then you're seriously mistaken." He whispers, pulling me into his lap on my bed.
"I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of child, you know?" I sigh, leaning my head against his chest. "I mean I've done it with Craig lots of times but--"
"I don't want to think about that." His body tenses around me and I giggle softly. His jealous side is actually a wonderful thing, it shows me he cares.
"Okay okay, I'm just saying that after a little bit of time... I'll be ready." I smile up at him and he smiles back, sending butterflies inside my stomach.
As we finish cuddling and watching the episode of SNL by body is so relaxed I could fall asleep. My arm is around his lower half and I'm leaning into his chest/lap as his hand is around my shoulders, hugging me close.
"This is so bad." He whispers into my hair whilst kissing my forehead.
"I know." I reply with a chuckle. "Do you want to stop?" I add, screwing my eyes shut at what his reply might be.
"Nope... In fact I'd like to do this again tomorrow." He says and that stupid smile appears on my face for maybe the one thousandth time tonight.
"Sounds good to me." I giggle quietly, and curling up even closer.
I love right now, I really fucking do. I honestly don't think anything or anyone could take away or ruin the happiness I feel when I'm with Zayn and I pray that nothing and no one ever will.
Holy fuck, Zayn's gonna be here in fifteen minutes. This is date night. Tonight. What the hell was I thinking? Is he even going to show up? Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
I ran around the house cleaning up the things that my mom has left laying around for months, making my bed, wiping down the kitchen table... I feel like a grandma getting ready for her grandkids to come over. The last thing to do is talk to my mom.
I creep to her bedroom and notice she's still in bed in the same position she was this morning only this time she has her iPad in hand.
"Mom?" I ask with a small voice as I step inside a bit closer. "How are you feeling?" I ask, but she refuses to look up at me.
"Do you need something, Claire?" She asks with a hushed tone. My heart breaks because inside my head I'm screaming I need my mom.
"I just wanted to tell you that," I nervously whisper, "my umm, my boyfriend is coming by tonight. Is that ok?" I ask, and she finally looks up at me. I don't really know if Zayn and I are actually boyfriend and girlfriend but it's easier to call him that then 'the sexy teacher from my school who I enjoy spending time and hooking up with.'
"Craig?" She scoffs and I shake my head.
"His names Zayn and he's really sw--" She puts her hand up and looks back down at her iPad.
"Just make sure my door is shut when he gets here ok? I don't want anyone to see me like this." She sniffles and my heart sinks. It's not that I want her to meet Zayn and be all suspicious but I can't believe she really just has no interest in him... in me.
"Mom, have you thought about maybe getting some help for your de--"
"Don't you dare say it. I'm fine Claire, absolutely fine! I have a cold and that's all so just get the hell out of here and go hangout with your new sex toy!" She shrieks and before I can even respond, I hear the doorbell ring. I slowly back out of the room in complete and utter shock, close the door and head down the stairs. Her words hurt more than anything else could or would.
I swing open the front door and a smile creeps onto my face.
"Hi Claire." Zayn smirks at me, holding a pizza box and I have to contain the squeal that is trying so hard to bust out of me.
"Hello Mr. Malik." I giggle, dragging him inside and straight into the kitchen. I immediately open the box and smile even wider.
"I didn't know what kind you like so I got a slice of everything." He says shyly and this time I release that little squeal.
"You're the cutest." I smile, taking the hawaiian slice and scarfing it down. What the hell was I worried about? Tonight should be fun.
"So you've been friends with them since high school?" I ask in disbelief. Who the hell would have thought that all the new teachers have been friends for so long.
"Yeah, that's pretty crazy right? It's been me and Harry since elementary school, Niall moved to town sometime during middle school and then we met Liam and Louis in high school." He revels in the memory as he runs his fingers through my hair. We're currently laying on top of my bed watching an old episode of Saturday Night Live and I am in his arms. Cute, huh?
"Wow, you've known Mr. Styles since elementary school? If you've been friends for so long how did you end up so... different?" I chuckle, curling myself closer into his chest.
"Different? We're practically the same person, love." He chuckles and I look up at him in confusion.
"What?!" I gasp with a laugh. "That's the farthest thing from the truth! You're so chill and he's so uptight--"
"He's not uptight, he's just serious about his job and he wants to see people do well." He chuckles and I sit there a little confused. I never thought about the similarities between them before... I guess there are some?
"Why are we even talking about him, huh?" He laughs, flipping us over so that he's hovering on top of me.
"Well what do you want to do instead?" I smirk and before I know it his lips are attached to mine. The way they move in synch with each other makes me want to smile but I don't, I just continue the passionate movement of his mouth to mine. His hands eagerly slip under my sweater and palm my breasts over my bra, making me moan out in pleasure.
He sits up for a moment to slide my leggings down my lower half and as he makes his way back up, he leaves a trail of kisses on the insides of my thigh sending me shivers beyond belief.
"Fuck, every inch of you tastes so good." He murmurs, looping his fingers around the sides of my black lace thong. As he slides it down my body leaving my bottom half exposed, I stop him.
"Zayn." I mumur, sliding them back on and reaching for my leggings. He gives me a confused look and I close my eyes tightly.
"We can't do this because once I start, I won't be able to stop and--"
"It's too soon. I understand, love." He gives me a warm smile, helping me slide back on my leggings. For a moment I'm completely stunned by his reaction but relief shortly takes its place.
"I'm really sorry, I know that you--" He cuts me off my pressing his lips to mine for a moment then pulling away.
"If you think that sex is the only reason I'm here right now then you're seriously mistaken." He whispers, pulling me into his lap on my bed.
"I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of child, you know?" I sigh, leaning my head against his chest. "I mean I've done it with Craig lots of times but--"
"I don't want to think about that." His body tenses around me and I giggle softly. His jealous side is actually a wonderful thing, it shows me he cares.
"Okay okay, I'm just saying that after a little bit of time... I'll be ready." I smile up at him and he smiles back, sending butterflies inside my stomach.
As we finish cuddling and watching the episode of SNL by body is so relaxed I could fall asleep. My arm is around his lower half and I'm leaning into his chest/lap as his hand is around my shoulders, hugging me close.
"This is so bad." He whispers into my hair whilst kissing my forehead.
"I know." I reply with a chuckle. "Do you want to stop?" I add, screwing my eyes shut at what his reply might be.
"Nope... In fact I'd like to do this again tomorrow." He says and that stupid smile appears on my face for maybe the one thousandth time tonight.
"Sounds good to me." I giggle quietly, and curling up even closer.
I love right now, I really fucking do. I honestly don't think anything or anyone could take away or ruin the happiness I feel when I'm with Zayn and I pray that nothing and no one ever will.
Notes
Kinda a short chapter just to show you more of Zayn's personality/feelings & history with the boysSomething BIG is going to happen soon.. be prepared !!!
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1/25/15