Love, Romance & A Boy

Introduction + Chapter One

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This is a boyxboy story, in other words a relationship between to male individuals. No hateful comments will be tolerated cause I will delete it.

If that's not your kinda thing, then bounce.

This is the rewritten version of Love, Romance and A Boy. I gave it some thought, and I came to the conclusion that I want to rewrite this into a better version. The plot and scenes will remain the same — some chapters will be changed and edited, but the original idea will remain.

Copyrighted © 2021 Zunaid Lawrence. All rights reserved

0 1.

•••

When a body suddenly stirred behind to me, my eyes snapped open at the realization that there might be a stranger in my bed.

Goosebumps spread all over my skin as I felt light breathing on my neck. It was warm, and somehow comforting. I didn't know why. It just felt right.

A large hand rested on my hip on top of the blanket, creating a warm sensation through the fabric. I suddenly felt hot, and clamp, and sudor as if the four baby blue walls were closing in on me.

Running my hands down my face, I swallowed. Why did I always have to drink so much?

I tried lifting my head up, but it felt like it was about to explode at any moment probably because of all the alchohol I consumed last night. God, I hated waking up in the middle of the night.

Silently turning around to look at the stranger — who turned out not to be a stranger — the brown haired boy was sleeping peacefully beside me.

The question I had to ask myself was, had I fallen for this boy? Had I fallen in love that was forbidden? It couldn't be anything more than a little crush. I tried searching for answers in the back of my brain, but there was none.

Damn, just thinking made my head throb worse.

His pink lips were parted, long lashes closed, thick eyebrows relaxed, and brown hair fell onto his forehead in waves. Tiny freckles dusted across his cheeks, and nose as his famous dimple was no where in sight.

The quilt covered his hips that disappeared into the significant part of his body. His chest rose and fell in a peaceful manner. I let my eyes trail down his body because damn, he was so sexy it was disturbing to my soul.

God, I was such a creep, ogling him while he was soundly asleep.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, so I silently slipped out of the warm covers, feet planted on the soft carpet. I stood up, and tip-toed out of my room. I made sure not to make a sound as I descended the stairs and made my way into the kitchen.

It was a cool night. I loved the cold tiled floor beneath my bare feet. The entire house was dark except for the full moon that created light making it visible to see.

I opened the fridge door, and grabbed the box of milk. Making my way around the island to take out a glass, and pour the content into the glass. I tilted my head back as I took a sip of the fresh milk.

Just as I was about to turn around to put the carton back into the fridge, I saw a figure standing at the entrance of the kitchen scaring the s**t out of me. I gasped as the glass slipped from my hand, and shattered onto the floor with the milk box.

"s**t Scott," I cursed as my hand flew up to my heart, feeling the rapid beating under my touch. Averting my gaze on the floor, I sighed before bending down to start picking up the shards of broken glass. "Don't creep up on me like that. It's not funny, especially in the dark."

Scott flicked the light switch and the kitchen lit up into a yellow glow. I squinted my eyes at the sudden light.

"Sorry," he apologized in a hoarse voice, smiling sinisterly at me as the dimple in his left cheek popped out. "I wanted a glass of milk. That party was sick, man."

I chuckled, and nodded my head. "Yeah, I can't even remember what happened," I told him honestly, carefully picking up the shards.

Scott ran his fingers through his hair. "Me neither. I think they drugged us," he said laughing. "I didn't feel you in the bed so I thought you sneaked out or something. Also, there's a switch for a reason, maybe you should use it next time and not break things."

I rolled my eyes as I let out a chuckle. "Why would I sneak out of my house at this time? And also, I prefer working in the dark. You know vibing with my demons and whatnot."

He folded his arms across his chest, and I tried not to look at how sexy he was standing there, all muscle and tan. "I don't know," he shrugged his broad shoulders, "just had a feeling. We both know you're scared of the dark so vibing with your demons won't be that easy."

"No, I'm not," I denied almost instantly, making brief eye contact — this was what I was trying to avoid — in a room where Scott looks delicious in his bed head. "I was nine back then. You can't hold that against me. It's not fair."

"Oh really?" he challenged, stepping over the contents on the floor as he made his way to the cupboard, and took out a glass. "When we were fifteen you called me to come over because you were scared of the dark. Does that clarify anything?"

"That was..." I trailed off, trying to think of a way out of this. "I wasn't thinking straight. But I'm definitely not scared of the dark. Every child has fears, okay? Go back to sleep 'cause you're being an ass for bringing that up knowing full well we made vow to never speak of that again."

There were no malice in my words as I said them, easing the tension that seemed to escalate. Well, for me anyway. I had to make sure he didn't know how I felt about him. It was forbidden.

In the process of picking up the glass pieces — very smart of me to do that with bare hands — I managed to cut myself as I cursed when the blood came oozing out of my hand.

"Don't touch it," Scott instructed as he stepped forward and took my hand in his, the warm feeling making my heart flutter and I could feel the blood rushing up to my face.

Scott examined my hand, focused with a crease between his brows. "We should clean it up, and disinfect it," he told me, and I just nodded my head.

I said nothing as he dragged me to the sink, and placed my hand under the tap to wash away the blood coming out of my hand. The physical contact sending unwanted shivers down my spine creating goosebumps all over my skin.

He had a dangerous effect on me, and he was oblivious to it all. Thank God for that.

He turned around, and ramaged through the cupboards while I sat on the kitchen counter until he found the first aid kit. When he came back up, I tried to hide my flushed face because both of us were still half-naked.

And hungover.

To say I was blushing deep red was an understatement. To my surprise, he separated my legs and stood in between them, surprising me in the moment. I felt the sudden urge to wrap my legs around his waist.

Control your feelings, the voice in my head yelled at me. Don't f**k up.

"I can do it myself," I told him after awhile because I couldn't take the close proximity of our bodies, the feeling of having him so close yet so far. "Really, it's not even that deep of a cut. I can clean it up in a minute."

Scott lifted his head to look at me, dark brows furrowed and a adorable pout formed on his lips. "Well, I can do it in seconds." He flashed me a smile, and I just melted.

This boy had no idea what he was doing to me.

When he didn't anything after that, I quickly added, "you can go back to bed, I'll be right there. Seriously, I —"

He shook his head. "No, it's okay really," he cut me off. "I just need to disinfect it with some alchohol and bandage it and everything will be fine."

I tried not to say anything else as he swayed back and forth. His eyes were bloodshot, and I also tried not to point that out. Something in the back of my brain told me to come clean about my feelings, but my conscious were screaming at me not to, or this might not end well.

Taking in a deep breath, I mustered up the remaining courage I had left in me. "Scott, I need to tell —"

He cut me off before I could say anything else. "It's okay, Zayn. Don't worry about it," he said with a dimple smile. His green eyes were do dark. "You worry too much, and that's what I like about you — you always put other's needs in front of your own. Let me take care of you for once."

I furrowed my eyebrows as he dipped a cotton ball into the alcohol and dabbed my hand, causing me to inhale sharply. "You like that I worry? That definitely sounds like a bad thing," I replied with a chuckle. "I just like to help out where I can."

Chuckling as he still looked down at my hand, fully focused on fixing me up, he replied, "exactly, it's not a bad thing. I like it especially if you have that crease on your forehead when you concentrate, or when you laugh your nose wrinkles, or when you bite your nails when you're nervous, it's cute."

He didn't realize how hard he was making things for me. He was saying things that made my heart flutter everytime. At this point, all I wanted to do was grab his beautiful face, and smash my lips against his.

As soon as he was done, I still felt hot under his gaze. "Thanks," I said awkwardly, examining the bandage around my hand.

Looking up, he gave me his famous smirk where the left side of his mouth was higher than the right. "You're welcome."

He scratched the back of his head. We were so close now, I could feel his breath fanning my face, his nose inches away from mine. I didn't know about him, but there was definitely butterflies bursting inside of me making me feel giddy.

Both of us were slowly leaning in, and just as our lips were about to make contact, my arm accidentally hit the glass on the table snapping both of us out of the intense atmosphere that was building up around us.

In that moment, I was thankful that I knocked it over. We would've kissed, and it would've changed everything between us. He would've regretted it, and that would've hurt me.

My heart, and dignity was definitely not ready for rejection.

Scott caught the glass before it fell on the floor. Almost instantly, I missed the warmth of his body. I silently sighed, and jumped off the counter.

Making my way around the counter, I strolled out of the kitchen. Just as my foot stepped onto the first stair, a muscular hand clasped my shoulder blade, and I turned around to look into his green eyes. Scott furrowed his eyebrows, concern took over his face. "You okay bro?" he asked in a soft tone. "So you're going to leave me with your demons? Not cool, man."

As soon as the question left his mouth, the walls I'd built up came crashing down just like that. I shook my head. All my feelings I buried felt so overwhelming.

And he wasn't making it any easier.

He gently grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his arms. Scott wrapped his arms around my lowerback. "Everything's going to be alright," he assured me, and I nodded my head as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He smelled like mint, and cream. It was a sweet yet strong scent. I loved it. Scott repeatedly ran his hand down my back, and assured me that everything will be okay. I didn't question him, or try to fight against it.

Pulling away, I planted my hand against his chest as I could feel his rapid heartbeat under my touch. With all the courage I left in me, I leaned forward to place my lips on his.

I was an inch shorter than him so it was easy to just engage. It was soft, and delicate. The peck only lasted two seconds because I wanted to test the waters.

Looking into his eyes, I swear I saw lust in them. He didn't say anything as we stared into each other's eyes. What surprised me the most was that he didn't protest, or push me away for that matter.

Opening my mouth to apologize for my silly actions, Scott's hand reached behind my neck and pulled me close as he smashed our lips together.

I let out a startled moan because damn, this was sexy as hell. I felt a stir in my lower department, and I almost lost it when he deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue into my mouth.

Scott tasted like alcohol, and mint. I was sure I did too, but didn't stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him close. One of Scott's hand found the way to my lowerback, and stopped right above my ass.

Our tongues were fighting for dominance in our heated make-out session. Both of his hands cupped my ass, and I let out a surprisingly soft groan because damn, he knew what he was doing.

He lifted me up into his arms, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist — our lips never disconnecting. He walked back into the kitchen, and sat me down on the counter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him close. He let out a groan, and I knew I had him in the right place.

Right here, right now — all I wanted was Scott. All voices, doubts, and feelings flew out of the window. He pulled at my bottom lip as he pulled away. Not wasting any time, he connected our lips once again.

With all this lust running through my veins, the voice in my head still managed to get through, I realized who he was. I shoved him away from me as he stumbled back a bit. Both of us were out of breath, breathing heavily as we stared into each other's eyes.

We didn't say anything.

His eyes seemed to be darker than usual, and I swear I could see lust behind them. His hair was disheveled ontop of his head, making him look hotter than he already was.

The atmosphere was really awkward now. The silence between us was deafening.

Scott jabbed his thumb to the right, where my bedroom was located. "We should probably go to bed."

"Yeah." I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

Fuck, I just had a heated make-out session with my sister's boyfriend.

•••

A/N:

First chapter. I hope you enjoyed this.

you're beautiful and that's a fact, so slay.

you can follow me on

Instagram: zunaid_lawrence

メ