Not a Kiss

Sarah watched him cooked with anger written on her face.

He finished cooking, while Sarah grumpily supported him to the dining chair, and went back to serve the food.

She salivate at the sight of the pasta, while Zayn watched her with interest.

She brought the food in a plate to the dining table in front of him and watched him eat.

"Do you want to eat?"

"No." She said glaring at him.

Zayn only laughed to himself and put a spoon of pasta to her lips. The tastes entered her mouth, and she couldn't help but ate the one he fed her.

"How's it?" He asked.

"Terrible." She swiftly said but took out a spoon and started eating. "I'm only eating, because I'm hungry."

Zayn laughed as he ate.

Within two minutes, she finished eating all the food. The sick boy only ate few spoons before leaving the rest to her.

She belched after finishing the food.

"Hope you are okay with the food?" She asked.

Zayn looked at her surprisingly.

Shouldn't he be the one asking?

"Let's write to mom that you won't be able to participate in the competition." She suddenly said.

"What?" He asked

"Yes. Because of your health." She said.

"Don't worry. I'm fine."

"You aren't. I saw the wound. It's very big. I can't ket go of that matter."

"I said I want to participate." He said in a harsher voice.

"Oh. Okay." She said and said nothing.

Zayn saw he had ruined the situation and he stood up trying to walk back to his room.

Sarah saw him standing up, she also stood up. She held him by hus hand, walking him to his room.

"Thanks." He said lowly buy she didn't say anything.

They got to the room and he sat on the bed.

"I want to...." He hadn't finished when she left the room for him.

Zayn only shook his head. He clicked his fingers and the door closed. He removed the bandage on him and touched his wound. He closed his eyes and muttered some things and every wounded area on him closed.

.As he began to heal he let out a piercing scream.

Sarah heard from living room and ran to the room. She tried to opened it, but it was locked.

"Open the door, Zayn Paige." She yelled, knocking the door furiously.

The body healed and he quickly rewrapped the bandage and pretend to sleep.

Sarah kicked the door, and surprisingly, the door opened this time.

She ran toward him, who has laid on the bed.

"Are you okay?" She asked, checking the chest, climbing on the bed with him.

"I'm fine." He smiled at her wondering if the girl don't know their position.

Sarah's laps were on his laps, and her hands were on his chest, but they were too close.

"Should we changed the bandage?" She asked.

Zayn shook his head, staring at the stupid girl and said, "I'm fine."

Sarah was about standing up, but a great force pushed her and she fell on his body. Their position has changed entirely. She was lying on top of him and her lips were very close to each other.

She's never felt that way before in her entire life. Her heart was thumping so hard as he stared at his face. She first looked at his eyes. He has an eagle type of eyes and very clear, drawing her closer to him. She looked at his nose and smiled unconsciously at how long and perfect it was. She looked at his lips and couldn't help but lick her lips.

How could someone's lips be so plump, love shaped and looking sweet. While her's very small and unattractive.

Zayn looked at her with interest and wondered what she is going to do next.

"Your lips are nice." She said to him.

"What if they are nice? Do you want to use them?" He said in a more husky way.

"Should I?" She asked her voice getting low. She didn't know when she bent her head low and captured his lips.

He was surprised she made the first move.

He was expecting her to go further but the girl only placed her lips on his lip.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

His voice woke her senses. She quickly stood up and was about to run away, but he held his hand.

"What?"

"What the fuck did you just do?" He asked her with a frown.

"Just count it as a mistake." She replied and was about to leave. He held her tight not letting her leave.

"What's a mistake?" He asked, feigning ignorance.

"The kiss.....Of course its not a kiss." She said quickly.

"Of course its not a kiss. Because I'm not definitely gonna sit down here and allow you fucking kiss me like a ten years old." He said and pulled her closer by his waist and used the other hand to cup her face, bit her lower lip and kissed her roughly. She was trying to meet up with the kiss, but she couldn't. She pulled herself more closer, forgetting he has wound, and pulled herself between his legs. She hugged his neck and moaned when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His hand ruffled her hair and kissed her very hard. He withdrew from the kiss and their breathed heavily. They looked into each other eyes as he said, "This is what they called kiss." He said to the flushed Sarah, who gasped and realized what they have done. She quickly stood up from the bed.

"Hope you are not hurt?" She asked shyly.

"Of course. No." He said looking at her plump lips, praising himself of what he did.

Sarah wore her slippers and ran out of the room, and left the house.

If she had known, she wouldn't have left that day, because a guest came. A stranger that shouldn't have appeared knocked at his door. And it changed everything he had planned.