Love, Romance & A Boy

five.

0 5.

•••

I felt soft breathing against the back of my neck.

My heart drastically pounded against my chest like someone hitting on a drum. I suddenly got a déjà vu feeling. Something heavy was on my thigh, and my first reaction was to turn around to slap the person awake, but I realized I wasn't in my safe haven which was my room.

So I lied there motionless, staring straight ahead not wanting to move, or make a sound. He was in my personal space.

Light illuminated throughout the space of the room, and the big flatscreen television was faintly playing in the background. I ran my hands over my face, and sighed.

I actually had a really good night rest — I didn't realize I needed it as much as I did.

Scott moved next to me, and my limbs went rigid as he wrapped his right arm across my waist. To my utter surprise, he pulled me closer to his body. It was warm, and comforting in a very odd way.

God, if only I could have this man.

"Good morning babe," he groaned into my ear in a hoarse, deep voice that scattered goosebumps across my skin. "Did you sleep well?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I didn't fight, or resist his touch because I haven't felt something like this in awhile, and it was exhilarating. It reminded me of someone I used to know — someone I used to love wholeheartedly.

I was in a vulnerable place right now, and getting attached to someone — Scott — will only bring more heartbreak. I'd give him props for making me smile though. He was a good distraction.

Then I felt something. Something long, and hard on the back of my thigh.

That's where I drew the line as my eyes widened in horror, and I pushed myself away from him, creating a reasonable distance between us. "Okay!" I said exasperated. "First off, that's shouldn't happen again, and secondly, please get rid of your man problem. It's detrimental to my health. And society for that matter."

Scott was unfazed by all this. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as his long eyelashes slowly started to open, and those green eyes focused on me. "Sorry about that. I thought you were Jess," he apologized with a chuckle, and lifted the quilt to see what other problem I was talking about. "Oh, that — that's not going to go away for a while. Jess always helps me stroke —"

"Okay!" I said covering my ears with my hands, I think I heard enough, "not listening 'cause that's so irrelevant right now. Not what I want to hear!"

He chuckled, and ran a hand through his messy curls. Scott was lying on his side now, still staring at me probably trying to plot my next execution. "We should get up," he said changing the subject, "before your mother comes dragging us both out of here by our asses."

I grabbed the quilt, and dove under it for comfort. "You should get up because I'm going to sleep again," I responded, to which I, of course deserved since I didn't get any sleep last night. Okay, that wasn't the truth. I just wanted to sleep some more. "And you can wake me up when everyone is dead, and the animals have taken over the planet."

Scott hummed in response as I felt his hand crawl up my left leg. "And how would I let you know when I'm going to die with everyone else?" he asked me, his voice still hoarse from sleeping. "You'd be alone, Zayn, isn't that scary?"

Rolling my eyes, and scoffing under my breath. I got out from under the quilt to look at him. "That's not even the point so don't be a smart ass," I retaliated, "I just want to sleep some more, and maybe even squeeze a nap in between."

Pushing his hand away that was now crawling up my thigh, Scott frowned with his bottom lip pouted out. I felt the bed move, and soon enough, Scott was joining my ceremony in the comfort of my palace. "I'm joining you then," he said with a grin, and moved closer to me.

"No!" I exclaimed all too loudly, surprising myself as my leg shot out, and kicked him off the bed followed by a loud thud.

Scott groaned out in pain, and I burst out laughing. I didn't mean to do that, it just happened. It was hilarious.

"You're paying for that!" he shouted, revenge laced in his words.

Without warning he was back on his feet again, and jumped ontop of me. There was no surprise when he pulled the quilt off my body because he was stronger, and larger than me. Scott's hands found its way to the side of my ribs,and wiggled his fingers.

His movement of fingers sent tingles to spread throughout my entire body causing me to giggle. He sat on top of me, blocking every escape route. My giggles turned into laughter and soon, there was tears pouring from my eyes as I couldn't take the tickling anymore. It was too much.

"Say you're sorry," he demanded, hair disheveled and hanging infront of his face, still wiggling his fingers into the sides of my body. "Then I'll consider stopping!"

I gave in immediately. "Fine fine! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed too tired to move. He stopped, and I relaxed. "Sorry."

We were breathing heavily, well, mostly me from laughing so much. My breath got hitched in my throat when Scott's hand reached out to brush the strands of hair out of my face.

Our eyes locked, and his hand slowly found their way to the side of my face brushing my cheek lightly. He leaned forward, and just as we were about to lock lips, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Room service!"

He grinned before getting off me, and headed toward the door. I sighed, and grabbed my phone from the nightstand to check the time. To my surprise, it was around seven,and I rolled my eyes. No wonder I was feeling a little sleepy. It was too damn early.

So damn early.

Scott returned with quite the breakfast. I smiled when he took off the lid, and the smell of bacon, eggs, sausages and coffee wafted around the room.

Now this was heaven.

He reached out, and took a strip of bacon. I looked at him while he did so. Okay, maybe I was looking at his body and I hate to admit this, but it was so defined. It was calling my name to touch it.

"Come take a shower with me," Scott suggested, grinning smugly at me. He was standing at the entrance of the bathroom door. "You might like — no, you will love it. Believe me."

My deadly glare said enough. "Don't push it."

He acted as if it were a shocker. He held his hand over his heart, feign hurt, and gasped softly. "You don't want me to push it?" he asked mockingly, "who doesn't want me to push it? I like pushing."

Rolling my eyes, and scoffing, I retorted, "you have the most disgusting, disturbing and sewered mind ever." Shaking my head, I added, "is there any clear thoughts in that mind of yours?"

He winked at me. "It's not everyday someone wakes up to a beauty like yourself," he said smiling. "As for my mind, it's consumed by you."

Scott didnt give me a chance to respond because he disappeared into the bathroom.

I blamed it on teenage hormones.

•••

Jessica was probably the only person in the world so happy to see Scott, as if he was the only man in the world.

I tried not to gag when they kissed in front of me, and I may, or may not have swallowed the vomit back down that threatened to come up.

They were gross, honestly. I didn't want to see their lips moving together.

"Where's mom?" I asked, eyeing her knee-length sunflower dress, and long dark brown hair flowing down her back in waves.

I could feel Jessica rolling her eyes at me even though her back was facing me. She gave Scott another kiss on the lips, and when she did, I didn't miss the brief eye contact Scott and I had.

She turned around as her brown eyes met my own. "She went to the venue to make sure all is in order," she replied, and smiled. "So we have to check if the cake is done because it's literally a seven story cake, and we must have some cake tasting. And then we have to go pick up the dress."

I nodded to indicate I understood. But truth be told, I didn't look forward to it. I didn't even know why I was going with in the first place. I was perfectly capable of staying in.

Opening my mouth to protest, Jessica quickly added, "and mom wants you to get out a little."

Rolling my eyes, I tried not to lose it.

"I think we should have a real quicky," Scott whispered into her ear, but loud enforcement me to hear. "Like rabbits."

Jessica giggled like the girl she was. It was annoying when Jessica acted like a damn five year old everytime Scott said something s****l, and very vivid too.

I, however, ignored the both of them by plugging my earphones into my ears — tuning Ella Mai up, and decreasing the volume of the world out.

We got into the elevator, and I pressed the last button for ground floor. We started to descend — a kittle feeling in my stomach as we did — but the elevator stopped on the third floor. The doors opened, and a woman around in her thirties with her daughter on her left gasped as she reached out to cover her daughter's eyes.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering why the hell she would do that, but as soon as I turned around, Jessica and Scott was making out right behind my back. It didn't surprise me so I just rolled my eyes, and turned back around to face the terrifying lady.

"Sorry you had to see that," I apologized, and pressed the ground button again. "I'm grossed out too so imagine how I must feel."

Once we reached ground level, I threw my hand up to display my middle finger as I walked out of the elevator. I only wished them bad luck for what the poor little girl had to go through just seeing that.

She probably needed to see a therapist.

My earbuds saved me yet again.

While we were on our way to the cake shop, I was starting to get worried about Jason because I never heard from him. I knew very well that his parents were very strict, and even though Mrs. Hunter loved me as much as she did — she was strict on both Jason and I so wouldn't even attempt to get on her bad side.

My worries were cut off when we had to get out of the car. I paused my music when I followed them in the store, and I couldn't help, but overhear what they were talking about.

"He hates me," Scott told her, face straight and pure. "I tried everything to cheer him up. He doesn't want to be around me. He has his earphones plugged in everytime we talk and he doesn't even come out of his room anymore. I think I should move out, don't you think?"

Jess turned around to look at me, I could see sadness in her brown eyes, and looked back at him, squeezing him arms in comfort. She probably still thought I was listening to music.

"Give him time," she responded with a small smile. "My brother and I may not always see eye-to-eye, but I know he'll come around so you don't need to move out," she said to him encouragingly. "And besides, he just came out of a relationship so he's going to be cranky."

Scott shook his head slightly. "How much more time does he need?" he asked out of frustration. "I basically live in your house now, and he still hates me."

She sighed, and ran her hand down his bicep. "He doesn't hate you," she clarified — which was true — I didn't hate him. I just knew how to play it cool. "Maybe it's just a breakup thing so doesn't want anyone around him right now."

Scott wanted to argue, but a lady in a white coat that read Bella's Bakery entered the room and grinned. "Hi, you must be Jessica?"

"Hi, yes, we're here for cake tasting," Jessica said, "and we also wanted to know how far you guys are on the cake."

"Alright so —"

I tuned them out by pressing play.

Cake tasting was fun until we had to make a decision on choosing the right one. There were so many options to choose from so we decided to take the chocolate, and lemon cake.

All of a sudden Jessica's eyes grew wide with realization, and rapidly tapped her hand against the table. "I have a meeting with the florist!" she exclaimed, and I blinked at her in surprise. "Oh my God! I completely forgot about it! Mom's going to kill me."

Visibility flinching at her reaction, she hurriedly got up from her seat.

"Who's going to pick up Mom's dress?" I asked, taking another bite of my chocolate cake on my plate.

She fished something out of her dress pocket, and threw the car keys onto the table. "The both of you have to go get it," she replied. "I can't miss this appointment."

Jessica leaned over the table to give Scott a peck on the lips.

"But hey —"

My sister was already running down the hallway gaining attention from onlookers, and I sighed. Scott looked at me, eyes filled with mischief and grinned. "Roadtrip!"

"God truly loves me," I muttered sarcastically under my breath.

Well, roadtrip to hell.

•••

A/N:

hehehehe.

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