~ Natalia
I W O K E U P to the feeling of arms wrapped around my waist. Recalling yesterday's past events, I blushed.
Zayn pulled me closer to him, snuggling his face into the crook of my neck.
"Good morning," I say breathlessly. He chuckled and says, "morning," against my neck, causing me to shiver.
"Are you cold?" he teases. I slap his bicep, hurting myself more than him. He laughs, gasping for breath. Does he think he's the only one who can tease? We'll see about that...
I remember some girl saying this to the guy she was hanging out with, and then he went mad and they a make-out session in public.
"Oh, Zayn, please fill me! I feel so empty without you," I whine, not even understanding what I just said. I hear a sharp intake of breath and feel something hard against my upper thigh. "Zayn, there's something on my leg," I say, wiggling my hips.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, cupcake," he says huskily. I stiffen and start to moan when he trails kisses down my neck.
"Attention everyone! The righteous child of God is coming through! I better not see anything unholy!" Ash yells, barging into the room. I burst out laughing and hold my stomach, feeling belly cramps. Ash grins, walking up to me.
"You're nothing close to holy," Zayn mutters.
Ash extends his arms toward me, and I jump into them. I wrap my arms and legs around him while he presses a kiss to my forehead.
I love forehead kisses.
He secures his arms around me, causing me to snuggle into him.
"Good morning, princess," he says softly. "Good morning!" I reply cheerfully, kissing him on his cheek. I blush madly, burying my head back into his neck.
He chuckles and presses another kiss to my temple. I sigh in content, feeling my eyes close.
"Are you tired, princess?" Ash asks curiously. I nod my head sluggishly. "Were you and Zayn fu-" "That's enough, Ash," Zayn says. "If we were, you would have heard her moaning." He smirks. I look at them dumbfoundingly.
"What are you guys talking about?" I ask. Ash snuggles into me, causing me to giggle. "So goddamn innocent," I hear him mutter under his breath.
"Come on, cupcake. We have to get ready for school," Zayn says, motioning for me to follow him.
Ash releases his grip on me and I walk towards my room. I open my closet, still reeling over the fact that my bo- the boys bought me all this stuff. Tears of joy run down my face yet again.
These guys are amazing.
Someone knocks on my door, causing me to yell "come in!"
Daniel walks in, and as soon as he sees my face, he scoops me up and places me in his lap. "What's wrong, love?" he asks in concern. I place a soft kiss on his head, causing him to give me a cheeky smile. "Aren't I supposed to be doing that to you?" he teases.
I blush and look away. Dariel holds my chin in his hand, making me look directly into his eyes. "Don't turn away from me, love," he says sternly. I nod, which causes him to grip my chin harder.
"Use your words, love," he demands. "Yes, Dariel," I say nervously. He smiles and says "good girl." I snuggle into him, loving the warmth radiating off of his body.
"Come on, love. School starts in 30 minutes and you haven't even chosen an outfit yet," Dariel says. "But I don't want to," I whine.
"Ah ah ah, no whining," he reminds me. I sigh and look in my closet yet again. The problem is that I have no idea what to wear because I have such a big collection.
"Dariel... can you please choose an outfit for me?" I ask. He smiles mischievously at me.
"I thought you'd never ask," was his reply.
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I stare in astonishment at the outfit Dariel chose for me. How could he expect me to wear that in front of everyone at school?
"I can't wear this, Dariel," I tell him. He glances at the outfit before looking back at me. "Sure you can, love. You'll look sexy as hell wearing it," he says, licking his lips. Knowing that arguing with him is pointless, I grab the outfit and change in my bathroom. I apply a bit of mascara and a light shade of pink lipstick.
Heading out of the restroom, I spot Ash, who wolf whistles, causing me to blush. "Hot damn, love. You look better than I expected," Dariel says from being, wrapping his arms around me. I snuggle into him and realize that I have been doing a lot of that lately.
Mason walks into the room, holding an empty cup. He glances at me, drops his cup and groans. "I'm going to have such a huge boner today." Ash chuckles while Dariel smirks. "You can thank me for that," Dariel says proudly.
"What's a boner?" I ask. "Did you mean a burger? Because I love those!" I say, excitedly. Mason coos at how adorable I am, causing me to blush even harder. "What did I tell you? She's innocent as-" Zayn walks into the room. He glances at me before biting his lip. Why does he look even hotter when he does that?
"Why is she wearing that?" Zayn growls. I flinch at his tone and hold onto Dariel tightly. He rubs my back slowly, causing me to sigh in content. "She's not wearing that," Zayn continues. I bury my head in Dariel's neck, breathing in his unique scent.
"Relax, bro. She asked me to pick an outfit for her," Dariel says. I look at the time and realize that I only have 10 minutes to get to school. "Dariel, we have to go. I don't want to be late," I say softly. He nods and puts me down on the floor.
I grab my backpack and spot Ash outside. How did he get there so quickly? As if reading my thoughts, he chuckled. "I'm fast as fuck, boi," he said, flexing his muscles.