*Chelsea’s P.O.V.*

“Zayn, um, are we going to talk about what happened?” I asked, nervously shifting foot to foot. We had gotten out of the lake not too long after we kissed, the coldness becoming too much. The house here was massive, beautiful inside and out. I could definitely see why Zayn bought it. We had both showered and Zayn offered me some of his sister’s clothes to wear for the time being. Not surprisingly I had taken longer than him, my thinking getting the better of me.

“I think we should,” he shrugged and I nodded, sitting on the couch next to him and crossing my legs under me while he turned the TV off. “You first,” he told me as he turned is body to give me his full attention.

“So I’ve been thinking, I know, shock horror. I know I’m not completely over my relationships and I have serious trust issues from that and other things, and no matter how much I want to give in and trust you wholly like I feel I should, something else in me can’t do that to myself, at least not yet. I’m sure you feel similar with our similar situations. I like you a lot Zayn, I really do, more than I should after knowing you for what, two weeks?”

“I like you a lot too, and like you said, my trust issues are high along with my self-doubts. The only thing is, I can’t help but feel as though there is something different about you, something I can’t ignore.” This new found information made my heart swell. I couldn’t believe that we were having a normal conversation about this subject. I guess it just showed how comfortable we were around each other, and that thought alone scared the crap out of me.

“What are we going to do, I already feel so comfortable with you and there’s a part of me that wants to just go for it, trust you completely and date you, but the sensible part of me wants to put you into the friend zone.” He raised his eyebrows and I chuckled. “That’s the good zone to be in. I could put you in the sibling zone.”

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s my system of categorising those of the opposite sex that I have around me. If you’re in the friend zone, you have a chance to escape; the sibling zone, not so much. Why? Let’s face it, you don’t sleep with your siblings but you have to at least be friends with your partner before you agree to date them.” Zayn eyes were crinkled from laughing and he just looked so angelic in that moment.

“I’d ask how you came up with that but I just don’t even want to go there.” I rolled my eyes at him. “So Chelsea, you want to sleep with me do you?” he asked mischievously and I felt my face heat up.

“What? I never said that. Delusional, that’s what you are. You should probably get that checked out.” I said a little too quickly and unsurely to be true, nodding my head along trying to convince him otherwise anyway. He leaned towards me and placed his hand on my upper thigh.

“It’s okay to admit it Chelsea, I’m sure I could arrange something,” he whispered seductively in my ear and arousal shot through my body in a shudder. He pulled away with his signature smirk adorning his face. “I quite like your little analogy babe.” He said with a wink.

“I hate you,” I pouted. “Back to my point though, I don’t want to change anything between us yet, in the future maybe but not now.”

“Does the not changing anything include everything that’s happened up to this point include the lake?” He asked with a hopeful tone and I shrugged.

“I don’t see why not.”

“So I can still kiss you then, because I really liked that.” I blushed profusely again and dragged my hands over my face in embarrassment.

“I guess so, I liked it too.” I mumbled and he removed my hands from my face. “I don’t think we should tell anyone though.” I added in and he nodded.

“You can be my little secret.” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“I feel like I’m involving myself in some middle school friends with benefits situation with you and that scares me a lot.” He laughed at that.

“Do you promise nothing will change though?” he asked extremely serious now.

“I promise as long as you do, and can we agree to keep each other up to date on the others feelings?” he nodded.

“I promise.” He said sincerely, cupping my face like he had in the lake. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Gee, I don’t think so. I’m kinda hungry.” I said with a giggle and jumped up from the couch, attempting to run out of the room. I was turned around and hoisted into the air by his strong arms and thrown over his shoulder. He didn’t let me down even though I kicked and screamed and hit his back. By the time he reached the stairs I had given up, the fact that Zayn could drop me on the stairs helping to halt my actions greatly. He carried me into the room he showed me before as his and dumped me on the bed, keeping a tight hold on me at the same time. He lay over me and brought my hands over my head with one hand, all the while smiling devilishly at me.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he whispered darkly and before I had a chance to react his hand began its assault of tickles on my body. I was a squealing, squirming mess under him and I was begging for mercy. The assault finally stopped and I struggled to regulate my breathing, especially considering our close proximity. He connected our lips together in a teasing kiss, hitting all my nerves in revenge from my denial before. He let go of my hands and I immediately wrapped them around his neck, deepening the kiss. It turned hungry and we both couldn’t get enough of each other, trying to be as close to each other as possible. He flipped us over so I could lie on top of him, gliding my hands through his now neatly styled hair as his arms snaked around my waist. It was inevitable that we needed to pull away for air and he grinned cheekily at me. “I always win, you should know that by now.”

“You only win when I let you, Mr Malik.” I told him with a raised eyebrow as I moved to straddle him instead, leaning back on his legs that he had bent up behind me.

He groaned before responding, “Don’t call me that when you’re in that position.” He said gesturing to me and the placement of my legs. I dragged my finger up and down his chest.

“Does it say, turn you on, Zayn?” I purred and he grabbed my hand in his, sitting up off the bed.

“Do you want me to maintain my self-control, because you are making it extraordinarily difficult Miss Parker?”

“Ah, so you are one for formalities.”

“You were saying you were hungry.” He changed the subject and I giggled. Giggled? Damn Malik, what are you doing to me?

“Yeah, some food would be nice.” I said with an innocent smile and he stood up before dropping my body to the ground beside him and grabbing my hand, leading me out of the room.

“I’m hoping my house keepers stocked the kitchen so we can make whatever we want.” He told me as we entered the kitchen. It was bloody huge to say the least with top of the art appliances all stored neatly in a contemporary kitchen.

“I’m guessing you come here a lot.”

“Yeah, it is my escape from reality which I tend to want to get away from more often now. I’ve always kept to myself and being in the public eye gets to me sometimes so I only really get my alone time here.”

“It’s really nice, I’m glad you brought me here.” He gave me a small smile. “So what’s cooking good looking?” His harmonic laughter echoed throughout the kitchen.

“Whatever you feel like really.” I nodded and left him to look around the pantry and fridge.

“Can we make rice paper rolls?”

“You can make rice paper rolls if you want, I’ll just help where I can. Cooking is not my forte. Speaking of which, are you just like good at everything or what?”

“I can’t play sport and I suck at video games even though I love to play them, and I can’t do anything relatively artistic to save my life, unlike you over here with all your paintings and drawings and your graffiti room that I’m still waiting to see mister.” I said, poking him in the chest.

“Pfft, yeah right. I bet you’re just amazing at them all.”

“Zayn darling, no one is perfect, even if the person is me. I know right, me not being perfect! Shock of the century.” I overdramatically placed my hand over my heart, throwing my head back and gasping. “But being completely serious, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, we all have our imperfections and I certainly didn’t miss any. Can you cut these up?” I asked, gesturing to the vegetables I had in front of me.

“How would you like these cut up Miss Parker?”

“As thin as possible Mr Malik.” And he set to work. “You eat chicken right?” He gave me a ‘yeah duh’ face. “Right, this is your kitchen, stupid me.”

I fried the chicken, adding teriyaki sauce before ushering Zayn to sit on the bar stool over the bench, much to his annoyance.

“Are you having everything on yours?” I asked him as I dipped some rice paper into hot water.
“Whatever you say, chef.” I nodded and focussed on the job in front of me, delicately rolling and sealing each roll with my hands. I could feel Zayn’s eyes assessing all my movements from the second roll onwards and I was feeling nervous under his stare until I heard a strangled moan escape his lips.

“What?” I asked confused, a chuckle slipping past my lips nervously.

“Do you have to…” he trailed of and I looked at him in a way to tell him to continue. “Why does everything you do seem so seductive?”

“What do you? Oh.” I had looked down at my hands to realise what he meant.

“I don’t think I can watch you do that for any longer without having an issue, let me.” I blushed, biting my lip and he groaned again. “Don’t do that.” He told me sternly as he used his thumb to slip my lip from between my teeth.

I leant on the counter watching him effortlessly make a roll. “You’re better than me at making them.” He frowned at me.

“It’s not doing what I want it to.” I moved closer and inspected it over his shoulder.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I want this here and that there and it needs to be neater.”

“Ok Mr neat freak, Chelsea is to the rescue. Let me help you.” He went to move away but I stopped him. “I’m helping you do it so you don’t need my help in the future, I’m not doing it for you.” I guided his hands from behind him, fixing the areas his somehow thought needed to be fixed. Once the roll was done he took it from me and basically ran away, causing me to raise my eyebrow at him.

“No more, I can’t do it anymore. You can make them and I’ll just – I’ll be somewhere away from you when you do that.” He nodded more to himself than me as I laughed, shooing him away.

“So horny, typical male,” I muttered under my breath.

“I heard that! If you’re not careful I’ll make you pay for that since it’s your fault!” he called as he exited the kitchen leaving me to return to my work.

The night soon ended and I found myself back in Zayn’s arms again, more comfortable than ever before. I think admitting our feelings somehow brought us closer, the complete opposite of what I suspected. The next morning Zayn and I headed back to my place as I tried to get in contact with my sister who had called multiple times last night.

Luna, Piper, Niall and Harry were in their usual place in my living room and they all gave us a look about our closeness and joined hands but I just rolled my eyes, taking Zayn up to my room. The sight in front of me wasn’t what I was expecting at all though.

“Bridget?” I asked in shock the same time Zayn said ‘Liam’.

In my bed was not only my twin sister, but Liam as well. And there clothes… well they were scattered around my room.

What the actual fuck was going on here?

Notes

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