You + Me + Him

Early 2016

Alyssa walked in the door of the condo with a smile on her face after Harry dropped her off. She loved how her and Harry got along so well. It was quite the contrast of what it was like between them less than a month ago. He wasn’t just an acquaintance or a nuisance anymore. He wasn’t just a friend either – he was a best friend, and she liked it.

“Zayn?” Alyssa called out, wondering if he was home or out with his lady friend.

“In here,” she heard him say from the living room.

The only light shining through to the living room was from the kitchen. Zayn was otherwise sitting in the dark.

“Zayn?” She questioned furrowing her brow, knowing Zayn well enough to know that something was up.

Alyssa noticed the bottle of vodka sitting on the coffee table first, and then she saw the desolate look on his face.

“Zayn, are you okay?” Alyssa asked concerned.

“Wanna drink with me?” He asked, holding up a glass in his hand.

“Why… why are you drinking… alone?” She asked confused.

“Amber,” he said, his voice low.

“What happened?” She asked as her heart bled for him.

“She met someone else,” he said, his words already slightly slurring.

“She cheated on you?” Alyssa gasped.

“She says she didn’t. She met this guy and she wants to see where things go with him,” he said, taking a sip of his glass of vodka.

“Zayn,” Alyssa said quietly as she sat down next to him.

“She says she loves me, but she’s not sure if we’re right for each other,” he went on to say.

“I’m sorry, Zayn,” she sighed.

“Where have you been?” He asked, finally looking up at her.

“Harry and I went out,” Alyssa told him truthfully.

“You went out? Like on a date?” He asked, looking and sounding surprised.

“No, no, no. Harry and I are just friends, Zayn. We went out as friends. Like you and I go out as friends,” she explained.

“You and I have sex,” he retorted quickly. She wanted to say ‘not anymore’, but she was too busy trying to dispel the imaginary images of Harry rolling around naked, having sex.

“Harry and I do not have sex,” Alyssa laughed.

“Good,” he said, relaxing against the sofa, downing the rest of the vodka in his glass in one gulp.

“So, you’re just drinking by yourself?” She asked, changing the subject as fast as she could.

“I was waiting for my best-friend-drinking-buddy to get home. Well, I guess I wasn’t waiting. I was drinking alone until you got here to drink with me,” he said, handing her an empty glass from the coffee table. Alyssa smiled, thinking of how thoughtful it was for him to have a glass waiting for her.

“Pour me a glass, bartender,” she told him, holding out her empty tumbler. Zayn smiled and grabbed the bottle of vodka, filling the glass up a third of the way full.

“Bottoms up,” Alyssa said and downed the whole thing.

“Damn girl,” Zayn smiled.

“I’ve gotta catch up,” she told him, making a retched face because of the gnarly taste of the vodka.

“You’re the best friend ever,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“You’d be lost without me,” she said knowingly.

“I would be,” he agreed with a small chuckle.

Several drinks later, Alyssa was definitely feeling the buzz. Zayn was already drunk and Alyssa was trying to do everything in her power to keep him from being mopey.

“So what did you and Harry do?” Zayn asked, his head propped up against the back of the sofa.

“Dinner and a movie,” she told him.

“Sounds like a date,” Zayn pointed out.

“It wasn’t. He kept telling me what a pain in the ass I was and I kept telling him what a dick he was. Friends. Plus, he took me to see a sequel to a movie that I’ve never fucking seen. Dick,” Alyssa laughed.

“What movie?” Zayn asked.

“Captain America: Civil War,” Alyssa told him.

“Uhh. I wanna see that,” Zayn whined.

“You’re a whiner,” Alyssa giggled.

“Shut it. You’re a pain in the ass,” he shot at her, giving her a smug look.

“You whined and got your way when we went to see Spiderman 3 when we were kids,” Alyssa laughed.

“Jesus, that was forever ago,” he chuckled.

“We were like, fourteen,” Alyssa said with a nod of her head.

“And by the way, I did not whine to get my way. Doniya flipped a coin, fair and square,” Zayn pointed out.

“Ha, you remember,” Alyssa laughed.

“Of course I do, you big baby,” he snapped playfully.

“Big baby?” Alyssa scoffed at him.

“’I wanna go see Harry Potter. Wah wah wah’,” Zayn said, mocking her.

“I was not like that, Zayn!” She laughed.

“You and Harry both were,” he scoffed out a laugh.

“We went and saw Spiderman, didn’t we?” Alyssa countered.

“AND YOU LOVED IT. Win-win,” he said smugly.

“I seem to recall you loving Harry Potter when we went to see that too,” Alyssa pointed out.

“Spiderman all the way!” He said, wrapping his hand around his mouth like a mega phone.

“You’re obnoxious!” She said, shoving him further away from her.

He quickly grabbed her wrists to stop her from pulling back, which surprised her because of the drunken state he was in. His reflexes were still on point.

“You’re a brat!” Zayn laughed.

“Let go, Malik,” Alyssa laughed as she tried to free her wrists.

“No way!” He scoffed at her.

“Zayn!” She whined.

“Lyssy,” he whined back.

“Don’t… call… me… that,” she growled as she got up on her knees on the couch so she could try to overpower him and get her wrists free.

“What are you doing?” He laughed, giving her an odd look.

“Trying to kick your ass,” she said, squirming her wrists around in his hands.

“’Trying’ being the operative word,” Zayn laughed at her.

“Zayn, you’re hurting me,” she whined. His gripped loosened immediately and Alyssa broke free.

“HAHA! Sucker!” She laughed, throwing her arm around the back of his neck to wrestle him.

“You little shit!” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her to twist her body from his.

In no time at all he got her pinned down on the couch with her hands pinned up above her head.

“What now, bossy Rossi?” He laughed. Immediately, Alyssa lifted her knee up, pressing it against his manhood, threatening to strike if necessary.

“I could easily get out of this with one swift motion of my knee,” Alyssa said smoothly.

“Oh, uh-uh,” he said and squeezed his legs together, trapping her knee between them.

“Fuck,” Alyssa breathed and Zayn laughed.

“What now, Lyss?” He asked, hovering above her.

Alyssa squirmed under him, but it was no use. He was way stronger than her in every way. Alyssa sighed, letting her body relax below him. She knew surrendering would be easier.

“Give up?” He asked and Alyssa glared at him.

“Say you give up,” Zayn said.

“Never!” She said firmly, not willing to give in to his smugness.

“SAY YOU GIVE UP!” Zayn laughed.

“No!” Alyssa giggled.

Zayn worked his left hand around both of her wrists, holding her in place, while his right hand came down to tickle her side.

“Fuck… You… Zayn!” She screeched as she squirmed and fought against him.

“Are you ticklish, Lyssy? Are you?” He taunted her, thinking his torture was funny.

They were in such an odd position. It was almost like they were playing a ridiculous game of Twister – their limbs in all sorts of compromising positions.

“FUCKING STOP IT, ZAYN!” Alyssa screamed, trying sound serious through her uncontrollable fit of giggles.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, finally conceding.

Seriousness took over both of them as they looked into each other’s eyes. It had been months since they’d been that close, and Alyssa couldn’t help but miss it. Zayn’s right hand came up and brushed sweetly against her cheek, causing her heart to warm and her body to heat up.

“You really are beautiful, Lyssa,” he said quietly.

“Zayn…” She breathed, searching his eyes for something, anything to tell her he was being sincere.

Without another thought, she leaned up and planted her lips against his, breaking her own rule.

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Winter 2010

“Do you ever think about it?” Zayn asked Alyssa as they sat in his bed watching reruns of Boy Meets World on the Disney Channel.

“Think about what?” She asked confused as she watched Cory and Topanga kiss for the first time on the TV. Such an epic moment.

“About when we… you know,” he said awkwardly. Alyssa’s vision shot to his, wondering why on earth he would be bringing up the time when they lost their virginities to each other.

“Uh…” She stammered. She was speechless.

“Because I think about it all the time,” he told her.

“You do?” Alyssa choked the words out. Her mouth was so dry. She was blushing and nervous, just from the mention of it.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything,” he said, casually shrugging his shoulders.

“It was a big deal,” Alyssa retorted, looking down at her hands.

“Well, yeah, it was…” he said quietly. Alyssa was silent, unable to think about anything but the memories of their first time together.

“Do you ever think about doing it again?” He asked.

“What?” She choked out, looking at him again to see if he was being serious.

“I mean, we’ve already seen each other naked. We’ve already gone through it,” Zayn pointed out. Was he proposing what she think he was proposing?

“Zayn…” Alyssa said quietly.

“I mean, if you don’t want to that’s cool,” he told her.

“Do you want to?” She countered.

“Why would I bring it up if I didn’t want to?” He asked, looking at her oddly.

“Right,” she said, nodding her head.

“Alyssa, you’re my best friend. I just figured… I don’t know… that we could maybe… I don’t know. I mean, we’re not seeing anyone…” Zayn began explaining awkwardly.

Alyssa’s hopes were flying high. Was he asking for them to start something with each other? Could he honestly like her back the way she liked him?

“I mean, we could be friends with benefits, right?” He asked, bursting her bubble immediately.

“Friends? With benefits?” She choked out. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. No, most definitely not.

“Alyssa?” Zayn asked, looking over at her.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah,” she said awkwardly.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Sure,” she said, not quite realizing what she was getting into.

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” she said without really giving it a thought.

He smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her. Zayn was kissing her and all sense went out the window. She didn’t care anymore. Zayn was kissing her and all was right with the world.

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It felt good to have Zayn’s lips on hers again. She missed it more than she cared to admit. No matter how many times she told herself that she needed to stop kissing and sleeping with him, she always seemed to blur the line somewhere. And now with the alcohol coursing through their veins and Zayn’s body hovering slightly above her, she was right back in the eye of the storm.

His grip loosened on her wrists as his body sunk against hers on the couch. He still held her hands up above her head, but with less force, and for some reason she loved it. It added to the forbidden feeling of his kisses. Her libido was battling her brain when it came to Zayn. But, in the end, her libido always won by a land slide.

Zayn’s free hand roamed up and down the side of her body, quietly slipping up inside of her shirt. They were both breathing heavily and kissing one another as if their lives depended on it. As if their next breath would be their last. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly. It had been a few months since she banned sex from their relationship and she hadn’t had any since.

“Zayn…” Alyssa whispered through their kisses.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling up to look at her as his chest heaved with deep breaths.

“Just this one time,” she told him, and he seemed to know exactly what she meant.

He leaned in again, kissing her lips before he pulled himself off the couch, helping her up in the process. His hands slid gently up her jawline, cradling her face in his hands before kissing her again. Zayn was such a good kisser. She could have stood there all night kissing him. But there were other things on their minds in the moment. There were things they’d been depriving themselves from that finally had the green light to go.

Alyssa was so wrapped up in him – in his lips, in his kisses, in his touches, in his scent – that she didn’t even realize he was walking her toward her bedroom until her back was pressed up against the hallway wall. She moaned against his mouth when she felt his hands slide up her shirt again.

“I’ve missed you,” Zayn breathed against her lips.

“Ditto,” she sighed as she felt his soft stubble trail down the line of her neck.

Alyssa pushed him backward a bit to encourage him to keep them moving. He tugged her with him and guided them into her dark bedroom with ease. The backs of her legs found the mattress and caused her to topple against it, breaking her out of Zayn’s arms, although she still felt his presence standing above her.

“Scoot up,” Zayn whispered and Alyssa immediately obliged, scooting up the mattress, fumbling around to find the bedside lamp.

When she clicked it on, her eyes laid on an already half-naked Zayn, still standing at the end of her bed in only his black boxer briefs. He was absolutely beautiful with his dark tattoos speckling across his chest and down his arm. He was tall and lean and muscular in all the right areas. He was truly amazing.

“Give me time to catch up,” Alyssa said, sending him a devious smirk as she quickly threw off her top.

As she pushed down her jeans, Zayn reached up to help tug them off with a pleased smile on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, either from crying or the alcohol, and it only made Alyssa want to make him feel better. And right then, the only way to help, that she could think of, was to love him.

She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard on the mouth. His arms wrapped around her bare back, holding her tightly, kissing her just as hard.

He used the strength of his upper body to lay her down against the mattress, overpowering her in a way she thoroughly enjoyed. His kisses never ceased, their tongues melding together in a sensual rhythm Alyssa never wanted to break. But breathing was necessary, and so was the removing of the rest of their clothing that hindered them from moving any further.

Alyssa’s hands dipped into the back of his boxer briefs, sliding against the smooth skin of his bum. She wanted him naked. She wanted to be naked. She wanted them to be completely skin-on-skin like so many other times before.

“Naked… get naked,” Alyssa said breathlessly against his lips.

Zayn pulled up immediately on his knees and pushed the waistband of his boxer briefs down his hips, letting his hardened cock spring free. Alyssa bit my bottom lip, appreciating that moment very much.

“You get naked, too,” he pointed out, causing her brain to speed back up from thirsty mode.

“Yeah,” she said, immediately unhooking her bra before she leaned down toward her nightstand and retrieved a condom.

“Here,” Alyssa said, tossing it at him as he kicked free of his boxers altogether.

“You’re not going to put it on with your mouth?” He smirked at her, making her hoped to God he was joking.

“I don’t want to know about the kinky shit you and Amber did,” Alyssa quipped in a smartass-y sort of way, regretting it almost immediately when she watched Zayn’s face literally drop from the mentioning of his ex.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, feeling like a jackass.

“No, its okay,” he said, looking utterly deflated.

“Look, tits!” She said, pointing at her chest to cheer him up. He laughed immediately, giving her a look of thanks.

And without another negative, sad thought, Zayn pushed forward on top of her, kissing her again. In that moment, Alyssa was realizing how utterly impossible her no-sex ban would be in the future – or present, because it’s never worked in the past.

When Zayn finally slid in, Alyssa had to bite her lip, hoping the wave of emotion she was feeling wouldn’t bring on tears. He hovered above her for a moment, his breath whirring past her ear. Her heart beat nearly out of her throat waiting for him.

“Zayn, please,” Alyssa said desperately. And he knew.

He began a slow, delicate rhythm inside of her. She wasn’t sure what Amber did to him during their relationship, but Zayn was now like a completely different lover. He was slow and rhythmic. He knew how deep to go to keep her body writhing. He knew the exact places to kiss on her body to send tingles shooting through her. He knew what he was doing. Did he always know, but never felt the need to work his skills on her? Either way, she was in Heaven.

Reaching her climax with Zayn was few and far between. It only ever really happened because he just hadn’t reached his own before her. But right now, it seemed as if he were making a point to give her one before he finished.

Alyssa’s breathing heightened, and her whole body began to tingle, starting in the middle and working it’s way out. She felt nothing but pleasure as Zayn continued to move inside of her.

“Let it go,” he breathed in her ear before placing a kiss right below it.

Alyssa let out a deep moan as waves of pleasure came crashing over her, her body tensing and writhing below him.

“Oh, god,” she moaned loudly.

Zayn sped up his motions, taking it to another level before he too was tensing above her. With the collapse of his body against hers, Alyssa knew he finished. And they were both completely sated for the first time in a long time.

Alyssa woke up to the bright shining morning, her curtains still pushed open as wide as they would go. Her head had a dull ache pounding through it as she opened her eyes to see Zayn lying naked next to her, not even being bothered to be covered by the blankets. His perfectly tanned ass greeting her. She had her moon to go with the sun. She sat up with a smile, running her fingers through her hair as she heard the faintest of knocking.

She strained her neck and held her breath to listen for another knock, but it never came. She relaxed again, throwing her arms up in the air to stretch her muscles, yawning as she did.

She heard a louder knock and she quickly threw her arms back down, realizing too late that her bedroom door was swinging open.

“Alyssa? Zayn wasn’t in his room. Are you… awake?” Harry asked, his words trailing off as he caught a full glimpse of the scene in front of him.

“Harry!” Alyssa yelled, pulling the blankets up to cover her bare chest that she was certain he’d just seen.

Harry stood there looking slack-jawed as his eyes fell to his naked brother who was still sleeping in Alyssa’s bed next to her. Disappointment and sadness washed over his features before he looked away.

“Sorry. Uh… sorry,” he stammered and shut the door quickly.

“Harry!” Alyssa yelled, stumbling out of bed, quickly grabbing for her robe that hung off her closet door.

She ran down the stairs of the condo to catch Harry, but he was already gone. He was pulling his car out of the driveway as she opened the front door.

Damn it. Why did it somehow feel like she did something wrong?

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