The Switch Up

17

December 28, 2016

It had taken me an entire week to find the person I was looking for. My entire Christmas break was consumed with trying to figure out how to find him. I had been dodging Harry with his s****l advances but it wasn't because I didn't want to go ham on that boy, trust me... the things I would do to him were playing around in my imagination. I just had to clear my conscience because if I didn't I would feel more guilty than anything else.

"Mi Amour, where are you going?" My father asks as he flips through one of my mother's People magazines trying to pretend he isn't entertained even though we all knew he loved that s**t.

"Talia's I left my.... um, I left my Mophie over there." I tried to not sound suspicious but honestly I like I have said am the world's worst liar. None of my family knew who this person I was seeking out was, I had kept it all a secret. I never thought I would have needed to come in contact with them again but circumstances had changed.

"Sure, you know Mads you can just tell me you are going to see Harry. I already know that's where you are going." My dad arched his brow causing me to blush at him catching me in my lie. Although he hadn't completely caught me, he didn't know where I was really going. He wouldn't have a clue.

"Ah yep, you got me red handed." I snapped like Swiper on Dora the Explorer and gathered my phone and bag that hung on the dining room chair. I had already put the address in Google Maps and was all set to arrive at my destination.

"Just be home before midnight please, you know how worried your Mother gets." My father tells me as I fumble for my keys that were buried in the depths of my bag. I should really clean it out but that was low on my priorities since I knew it was just going to get cluttered 5.8 seconds after I clean it out.

"Alright love you, Papa!" I call to him and hurry to my car where I jump in and speed off. I pay close attention to where Google Maps is taking me and get a little uneasy as I arrive at the more dirty part of town. I park and stare up at the large brick building taking in a few deep breaths, for some reason I was nervous to have to do this.

I look down at my phone to see the apartment door number I had typed out, 45. I head into the building and find my way to the elevator where I press the needed floor number. I was going mad with anxiety with each floor passing until I reached my needed destination. The white tile is sticky against my black high top converse and I internally shudder. I walk down a short hallway till I find the apartment number I needed. I stand there with my hand in a fist but can't find it in me to knock on the door. I blow out a deep breath and close my eyes to knock. Here we go.

I hear rustling and a voice on the other side of the door and I knew it belonged to him. The door opens and he stands right in front of me with a look of surprise but this quickly changes to that mischievous smirk I always wanted to slap off his face.

"Ayyyye baby face, long time no see!"

"Can we cut the s**t Zayn? I am only here for one reason and one reason only." He looks exactly the same as he did when I left him. The only different thing about him was that he had added a few more tattoos to his arms. He wears an oversized muscle tank and baggier jeans that had paint splatters on them like I had remembered.

"For my body? I don't know if you have noticed but I have been going to the gym more lately-" he goes to pull his shirt up but I push his hand back down and push him into his apartment.

"No, Zayn I-" he cuts me off right back and my irritation is growing with each passing minute.

"I know why you are here baby face, say no more," Zayn tells me wagging his index finger. He then goes to pull off his tank top and proceeds to place my hands on his abs. "You know, you only had to ask."

"No! Zayn listen to me!" I press ripping my hands away from Zayn's toned stomach. I forgot how annoying he really was, all he ever did was annoy me. It had become one of his personal hobbies.

"Oh, it's because you want to see my latest art work!" Zayn lightly slapped the side of his head and rolled his eyes playfully as if he had it all figured out as to why I was here with him.

"No!" I fold my arms over my chest and wait until he will stop trying to guess.

"Then it must be because you miss me, I missed you too baby face!" Zayn comes and embraces me while I roll my eyes and put my arms by my sides as he hums in my ear. "This is good, right here. This just feels right."

"Boy get off of me! No, I don't miss you, and stop calling me baby face." I push him off of me and see his expression changes to that of confusion. I shake everything off and finally get the space to tell him why I was here.

It wasn't because I missed him, or because I wanted to see his new art collection, and it defiantly wasn't because I wanted his body. There was only one thing I was going to ask of Zayn and I hope he would comply with my demand.

"Zayn, I want a divorce."

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"Zayn, cut the s**t I want a divorce!" Zayn mimicked me in a high pitched voice causing me to roll my eyes at him. "You know, why am I always known as being the problematic bad boy? It would be nice for once if I was the good guy and people were actually happy to see me."

"I bet you haven't had a second thought about me, stop being so emotional. This entire thing wasn't even supposed to happen in the first place." I huff annoyed at Zayn's constant ramblings. I needed to nail him down for an appointment with a divorce attorney. I wanted this to be as painless as possible and thought Zayn wouldn't possibly care.

"That's not true, I thought about you when I saw you at my front door an hour ago." He has a little scruff and his hair is messy and looked a little on the greasy side. He probably hadn't taken a shower in a few days by the way he looks on the outside. Too wrapped up in his art work most likely by the looks of his disastrous apartment.

"Zayn..." I sigh out pinching the bridge of my nose hearing his constant comments about everything. If Zayn didn't agree to this I was going to make him agree to it one way or another.

"Look baby face, of course, I will agree to the divorce, I'm not that difficult..." He starts when he sees my frustration with him. That mischievous grin spreads over his face again and I internally sigh at the fact that he was defiantly up to something.

"That's perfect then, I will call the attorney to see when he can fit us in-"

"If..."

"If?" I ask knowing that there was always a catch with Zayn. He never did anything without it benefiting him in some way.

"If you have s*x with me one last time." There it was. The big price I had to pay for my freedom.

"You have got to be kidding me right now, how desperate are you these days?" I cross my arms over my chest and puff out another sigh trying to think this all over.

"Come on its like goodbye s*x, it gives closure." Zayn tried to bribe. Every bad decision started and ended with Zayn but I was up against a corner. What else was I to do? All I wanted was to close this chapter in my life and if s*x with Zayn one last time would seal the deal then I guess that was it.

"I can't believe you are making me do this." I drop my bag to the ground and begin to strip down in front of him like I had the first time. Zayn had taken my V-card the night we first met and married.

I had met Zayn in a Casino up in Vegas. It was a drunken night filled with more mistakes then I am willing to bring up but the one that was sticking with me was Zayn. At some point during the course of that night we met, we had gotten married. That same night shortly after he had taken my virginity and looking back I majorly regret it. Never did I think for a second he could live in Miami but the world is a lot smaller then I thought. I was irresponsible and now was having flashbacks of that night.

"I'm not making you do anything baby face, it's all up to you." He says caressing my face as I am down to my bra and panties. I feel exposed now with Zayn licking his lips at my barely covered body, things were much different now. Most likely because I am sober and I see who Zayn is clearly now.

His body brushes against me and he attached his lips to mine roughly. I had forgotten how rough Zayn liked it, for the most part, I had tried to block him and everything about him out of my mind. I unzip his jeans for him while then jumping to sit on his hips.

"Just so you know, I hate you," I whisper breathily when he tongues me down. I am thrown onto his bed that isn't far from the kitchen since this is a studio apartment.

His fingers dig into my hips and I claw his back in return. His lips are locked on mine as he then goes to completely down on me. My toes are curled when he rubs against my g spot. I let out a squeal of pleasure and tug at Zayn's hair closing my eyes.

"I know how to pleasure you baby face," Zayn tells me and rips off my bra until I completely and fully exposed to him. He squeezes one of my breasts and I open my eyes now more wide feeling Zayn begin to ride me.

I arch my back and suck in my breath as Zayn begins to pick up his speed. I moan on and kiss down his neck slowly the kisses become more rough until I am fully on biting him. This is when I feel a more animalistic side jolt me and I begin to get a lot more rough. I take control and roll Zayn over and run my fingernails roughly up Zayn's torso. Leavings red streaks as I go I see Zayn's mouth open and take advantage by nearly choking him with my tongue. I roll my hips to see his smile breathlessly like I once had.

"No, I know how to pleasure you."

N. Plot twist! Bet ya didn't see that one coming did ya?! I told you things would get more fun and twisty