ALISON'S POV
'8:30 A.M' I read the red digits a couple of times to make sure I am not hallucinating in any way because right now I'm going to be late for work.
Jolting out of bed, there is no time to shower so I quickly got dressed in my work clothes, apply some makeup on and run downstairs to get me a fruit before I leave.
The last time I probably had a proper breakfast was when I was out with Tricia. A piece of yellow paper on the table catches my eye on the way out.
'Anne called to tell there is no need for you to come in today. I have the day off too. Just gone with Edward for breakfast - Love mum x'
You got to be kidding me! I just rushed for nothing!
Groaning irritated, I trudge up the stairs to change back into my shorts but no sweater, leaving me just in my bra.
It's way too hot to wear clothes and besides, no one is home. Grabbing my phone, I text Zayn to tell him I am free today if he wants to rehearse for the show next week.
'Morning :) I have the day off so I am free if you want to rehearse x'
One thing I know for sure is that Zayn won't reply now because he is asleep but he definitely will reply later on.
Since I am home alone, I think I am going to do the one thing I do when I am alone at home - dance around.
I fetch my iPod from upstairs and put it into the iPod dock which is in the living room.
This is going to fun. I haven't danced around out for a while alone and I have brand new songs to dance to. Putting my phone on shuffle, I turn the music up.
Heading into the kitchen, I decide to make some toast with Nutella, singing and dancing along to the songs plays loudly. Just as I was about to sit down and eat my toast, 'Confident' begins to play.
A smile appears on my face, getting a little bit too excited as I rush into the living room. Clare and I were dancing to this song the other day, putting in our own dance moves.
I allow the beat of the song take over me as I move my hips to beat slowly and sensually, enjoying this song a bit too much.
If Clare had to see me now, her eyes would be popping out because she never seen me dance like this before.
Mid way of the second chorus, just as I was going to do a turn, a figure standing outside with a phone in the air caught my eye. Screaming, I drop down to the floor, hiding near the couch so that the person can't see any more of me.
What creep is watching me dance?! No wait - what creep is taking a video of me dancing?!
The person outside begins to laugh hysterically outside.
That laugh sounds familiar.
Slowly, I poke my head out from behind the couch to see Zayn with a smirk on his face, trying to not laugh any more.
Zayn is standing outside.
Oh no!
I just want the floor to open and take me in because now Zayn has seen me dance.
Very inappropriately.
"Aren't you going to open up!?" He shouts from outside. "No!" I quickly crawl across the room till I get to the passage, opening the door for Zayn to come in.
He stands outside with his hands in his pockets with the smirk plastered on his face. "Next time, close the blinds, babe."
"Oh believe me, I will." I say reassuringly as he enters inside, kissing me on against cheek. Closing the door behind him, I look down to my chest to realise that I am shamelessly walking around the house topless.
Oh shít!
I forgot that I am just wearing a bra and shorts and not just any bra - One of the ones he bought me which makes my bręasts look big and push them up.
Great. Just great Alison!
Groaning quietly, I lean my head against the door, too embarrassed to turn around to look at him.
There is no way I am going to turn around. Not with the way that I am dressed right now.
"Are you okay?" Zayn asks concerned but I can hear he wants to laugh once again.
This is not a damn laughing matter, Zayn!
"Yeah. I am fine." I mutter.
No. I am not.
"Aren't you going to offer me anything to drink like you always?"
Sly fox. I give up.
Slowly, I turn around to face him, clearing my throat. "Sorry. What would you like to drink?" Zayn's eyes immediately rake down my body while bites his lip, checking me out.
"Uh... I... uh..." Zayn stutters, trying to look at my face but is struggling as he keeps glancing at my breasts then back at my face.
Clicking my fingers in front of his face, his gaze is back on my face. "Eyes up here Malik." I point at my face momentarily before crossing my arms across my chest to cover up.
"Uh... it's fine." He finally says. "Seems like someone has taken my advice."
"What are you talking about?" A frown appears on my face. "I am talking about the stuff I bought for you."
"No. I did not. It is just your lucky day." I say defensively, making Zayn chuckle. "Whatever. I am happy." Rolling my eyes. I make my way back to the living room with Zayn trailing behind me. The music still plays moderately loud in the background and I turn it down a little bit.
"Is this what you do all the time?" "If I told you, my secret would be out and you will be standing outside the window, watching and taking videos, which reminds me that you need to delete the video." I state but he laughs out loud.
"What? No way. I enjoyed the show." "Stałker." I mutter. "Stałker? Me a stałker?" He asks briefly confused.
"Uh yeah. You watched me dance through a window, not telling me you here, like a stałker." I point out but Zayn still looks at puzzled.
"Well, I was going to knock on the door but the music was playing loud and I saw dancing so I thought to myself – 'Why not embrace the moment at this might not happen again' then you saw me and yeah."
"Like a stałker" I fake cough. "Anyway, aren't you afraid that someone will see you dancing like that?" His hand gestures to my current clothing.
"Not really because there are mostly old people living in this neighbourhood." I shrug casually but Zayn gestures for me to come over to him. Immediately his hands are wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Well, I don't like the fact that you dressed like that, so that old perverť men can watch you dance." He murmurs coolly and the sound of his husky voice is enough to allow chills run down my spine.
Zayn buries his head into my neck, his breathing hot against my neck and his hands on my back. I feel the tip of nose running in the crook of my neck making goose bumps immediately shoot up from my skin.
"I love how my touch reacts to your skin." He says, hinting a smile that is tugging on his lips.
His words shots down my body, giving me a funny feeling down there and I have to refrain from making any sound.
What is this man doing to me?
Zayn runs his fingers slowly down my back while places a short against my neck. "Not going to put on a sweater?" He teases. "What is the point? You already saw me and besides it's hot." I whisper breathlessly, feeling hot and bothered.
His kisses begin again as I feel them trailing downwards, making his way down to my chest. Zayn then looks up at me with a smirk on his face. "Oh. Indeed it is."
I can't take this teasing anymore!
There is silence between us momentarily, allowing the music play on its own will until the song changes which changes the whole atmosphere.
"Hmm... Promiscuous. Can I have this dance my lady?" He asks with a smirk. Giggling quietly, I nod in response.
Zayn and I sing along to the song playfully until he turns me around, having my back against his chest while he holds onto my hips.
The chorus begins to play and by now I am into the song as I allow the beat to control my body. My behind brushes against his front and I hear Zayn taking a sharp breath in as he moves along with me.
I can't believe I am grinding in my parent's house living room with my boyfriend but I have to admit, it's kind of fun.
The second verse begins to play and we are back to our playful singing but when the chorus plays again for the second time, I am turned to face him this time. Once again I grind against him as he holds onto my hips but as I move along him, I feel something poking between my legs.
This is just making everything more difficult for me and by the looks of it, for him as well.
When the next verse plays, Zayn and I are whispering the lyrics seductively in each other's ears, arousing me a little bit more, hoping that he actually means what he is saying to me.
All I want right now is for this damn song to end so that I can do whatever I want to do with him right now.
Just before the chorus plays one last time for us to dance sensually, his grip on my hips loosen as he looks in a different direction. A frown appears on my face momentarily until I look in the same direction as him.
Oh my god.
My mom, Clare and Jenny is standing in the doorway. Immediately I turn the music off then look back at them.
Mum looks very annoyed and shocked; Jenny is utterly shocked as her hands are covering her mouth while Clare is smirking.
Clare, stop doing that!
"M-mum I-" I stutter but my mum places her hand up, forcing me to stop speaking.
"Zayn, I am sure you can let yourself out." She says sternly, his voice full of anger. Zayn nods frantically. "Sorry." He whispers to me then scurries out the room as fast as possible.
Once the front door closes, my mother has her harsh blue eyes on me once again. "Alison, can you please go upstairs and put a sweater on. Clare, you go up with her." Clare and I leave the living room together, heading upstairs to my bedroom.
She is the last one to enter inside as she closes the door behind her then looking at me with a big grin tugging on her plump lips.
"Alison Marie Brooks. What the hell did I just see?!" Clare begins with her interrogation.
"It was nothing." I shrug; grabbing my discarded t-shirt and putting it back on.
"It was nothing?! You two were literally humping each other! Girl, where did you learn to do that?!"
"I-" My phone begins to ring, interrupting us. I quickly grab it to see Zayn's name.
"Give me a minute." I murmur to Clare, stepping out my bedroom and into bathroom.
"Hi there." I say to Zayn once I answer the phone.
"Hi. I just want to apologise. We kind of got a bit carried away there and I am positive that your mother is not impressed with that." He says anxiously.
"It's no one's fault. Don't worry about it. I will deal with it."
"By the looks of it, our next date should be the club hmm?"
"Who says we have to go to a club to dance like that? It can be done in your home where no one has to watch and disturb."
"Fuçk, now I really want you all alone really badly." He says quietly.
"Three days and I am all yours." My voice comes out intentionally seductive and Zayn hums.
"Babe, I actually came over to pick you up for breakfast and go rehearse but it looks like we will postpone the breakfast but can you make it later for rehearsal at three?"
"Sure. Where am I meeting up?"
"At the building where we had our first kiss. I will send the address as soon as we end the call."
"Alright. I will see you later."
"Yes. Bye." He hangs up and I place my phone on the counter then lean against the counter with my arms, laying my head upon them.
God, this is getting difficult for me and Zayn is not making it any easier.
For the past few days, things between Zayn and I have become a little bit intense but in a way that pleased us both. The attraction between us is was no longer emotional but turning into physical and sexual attraction.
And that's where temptation has kicked in for me. For a person who has never had sex before, I have this deep dark desire for him which I have never admitted to anyone before.
In the middle of the night, I woke up from a very intense and surprising sex dream that left me so confused and extremely bothered.
It's reaching to a point where I feel temptation will take over and my deepest fantasies will be fulfilled. I just don't know how long I will be able to resist Zayn sexually.
And I don't know how I will feel about it in the end.
Do I want to give my virginity to Zayn? Do I want him to be the first one that I have sex with?
Opening the tap, I quickly splash my face with water to calm me down and make my way back to abandoned Clare.
"Sorry about that." I murmur before I take a seat on a chair that faces her.
"Girl talk here. I have a question, were you ever sexually attracted to Daniel in any way?"
Personally, I have given that thought about that and in the end; I came to conclusion that the attraction between us was just emotional.
Daniel and I were just boyfriend and girlfriend for the sake of us having the same interests which made me think that maybe that's why I resisted sex and he ended up cheating on me.
And now that Zayn is in my life, it has become an emotional and sexual attraction.
"No." I answer truthfully. "I... I just don't know any more Clare. I don't know what I want with Zayn. My mind is screaming 'Do it' but my heart says 'Wait'"
"Wait, you actually considering having sex with Zayn?" She asks puzzled.
"I don't know." I mutter, playing with the ends of my long hair. "I just feel like I am going to give in very soon and I don't know how I feel about it if it does happen."
"Let me tell you something. Sex just happens and you are never ready. It's never planned, so if you worrying you will regret it, I am pretty sure you won't. Pardon my words but I would definitely not regret having sex with Zayn." She explains.
"Have you spoken to him about this? Does he know that you never had sex before?"
I shake my head in response. "He doesn't know that I am virgin but can you guess? Well, I think he does know that I am 'not' because I have been hinting and teasing?"
Clare chuckles before she smirks. "Look at you. Tricking this guy. Personally, I would first tell him you never had sex, so that he knows it's a pretty big deal to you. Just so you know that the feeling is mutual."
This time I laugh, knowing that Zayn feels the same about this situation. "Don't you worry. He wouldn't have gotten aroused if he didn't feel the same."
Both of us giggle like school girls for a few seconds. "My sister is growing up too fast. Zayn is a blessing to your life. I have a few questions about earlier on though."
"Go ahead." I gesture, finally having my full attention on her.
"Like how did the whole thing happen? How did you end up topless?"
"Well I was home alone and it's too damn hot, so I went topless. While making breakfast, I was singing and dancing then he showed up here unexpectedly. Promiscuous came on then you saw what happened."
"That man has high self-control levels that seem too shocking for me. I would be like 'Fuck this damn song. Just take me on the fucking couch and just please me.'"
"That is you and not me. I am a discreet girl who wants to take a ride on the wild side." I shrug.
"Oh my god! Good one!" She giggles and I join in with her, giggling at the pun that I unintentionally made.
A knock on my door interrupts the two of us following by the door being opened where my mum sticks her head.
"Clare, can I talk to Alison in private please?" My mum asks sternly. Clare nods before she leaves the two of us alone in the room.
Once again my mother's harsh blue eyes are on me, looking very unhappy with me and I know already that this is not going to be good.
"I am going to be brief and straight forward with you." She says first before closing her eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath before she continues.
So dramatic.
"Alison, I don't want to see that in my house, ever again. I am going to forget about that incident ever happened but I do expect you to apologise to me and Jenny for the outrageous scene you have made for us. I also want an apology from Zayn and from now on, I will be in the house when he comes over. He is not allowed to come over as he pleases because right now, you doubt my trust in you."
You got to be joking!
"Mum, that is-"
"No Alison. That is how it's going to work from now onwards. Just be happy that this is a reasonable deal. You live under my roof which means my rules. To be very honest, if you want to see him and do things like that, you go to his place or wherever. I actually feel very uncomfortable about him being alone with you after the show you have given us." She seethes, interrupting me.
What did she expect me and Zayn to do? Sing and watch movies together all the time? The whole point of a relationship is to have an emotional and physical attraction for each other.
"Are we clear Alison?"
Nodding in response, she shakes her head in disapproval. "No. I want to hear you say it."
"Yes mother." I roll my eyes at how unnecessary she is being right now about this situation.
She squints at me, looking impressed but then speaks up. "Good." She walks out of the room and Clare comes back inside.
"What did she say?" Clare murmurs anxiously.
"She said that I must apologise to your mum and Zayn must apologise to my mum. From now onwards he can only come over when she is here at home."
"That is a bit unfair." She says with a frown on her face.
"I know. When this whole family thing blows over, I am going to find me a flat. I can't keep living under her unfair rules." I mutter with annoyance. "I want to see him when I want to, not when it suits her and I don't want her to object to our relationship."
"Why don't you go live with Zayn?"
To add on more to the temptation that I am strongly fighting against? That sounds like a terrible but good idea at the same time.
"Clare, I can't do that do him. It would be nice to live with him because I will see him every day but I would like to live on my own or if you want to, we can find a flat together that we can both stay in." I suggest, making a smile tug on her lips.
"That sounds like a good idea! I have been thinking of moving out because I want to give my mum some space." Clare says excitedly.
Right now, living with my best friend is the best idea than living with Zayn. It's safe for the both us right now.
"Then it's settled."
¤ ¤ ¤
Five minutes before three, I arrive at Zayn's building, entering with no hassles. Zayn is already here as his car is parking right in front. Steeping inside the elevator, I press the button that has the number five and wait patiently for it to arrive on that floor.
My mother obviously questioned where I was going to and I just lied, telling her I was going into town to sort 'things' out.
Honestly, I would have told her the truth but with how things are between us ever since this morning, I don't think she would want to hear Zayn's name coming out of my mouth.
The elevator finally stops on the fifth floor where music is booming from behind the closed door. At least something is going on there.
Should I knock on the door or should I just walk in the room?
Let me rather knock.
Knocking on the door, a few seconds later a dark complexion man stands before me with a kind smile upon his face. By the looks of it, he is a little shorter, less built and a bit older looking than Zayn.
"Hi. I am looking for Zayn?" I ask first. "You must be Alison, right?"
From the sounds of it, he is also not from here either. He has a strong American accent.
"Yes. I am."
"Come in. Zayn is just gone out quickly. He'll be back in a few minutes." He motions me to step inside but for some reason I don't move one step, feeling like I should rather wait for Zayn to come back.
The American man chuckles before grinning at me. "Don't be shy. We don't bite sweetie."
We?
Finally I step inside the room and to my surprise, this room is massive. The interior is just bare red bricks with occasional paintings hanging around.
There is musical instruments scatted everywhere like a huge piano in the far left, drums a little bit further, guitars in the right hand corner and other musical instruments.
In the middle, against the wall, a platform is standing which is big enough to fit drums and that huge piano.
Right in the middle, are two couches and a huge speaker in the bottom left corner along with a computer work station.
This room is so cool and big!
Three men other men are occupying the room, doing something on their own. "Yo boys! Zayn's girl has come." The American guy shouts out and immediately all three of them have their attention on me. "That is Connor. He plays the drums." He points out the man sitting on the platform.
"Ashton. He plays piano and keyboard." Ashton who sits on the couch waves at me with a smile on his face.
"And that is Scott. He is a vocal coach." The man lastly points out the man sitting at the computer.
"As for me, I am Kenny and I play the guitar." Kenny says triumphantly. "Nice to meet everyone. I am Alison."
"Hey Alison." They say in unison. "You can go sit down if you want to." Kenny offers, pointing in the direction where Ashton is sitting, Nodding, I take a seat across from Ashton who watches my every move before I sit down.
"So, you are Zayn's little lady?" "If you put it that way, I guess so." I chuckle, shrugging.
"Alison, so since you will be singing with Zayn, I would like to see what you got." Scott interrupts Aston and I, turning down the music.
Also American.
"Shouldn't we wait till Zayn comes back?"
"There is no need." He shakes his head, standing up from his seat and gesturing to go to the platform. "Surprise us."
Right now, I am feeling a little overwhelmed by these four strangers who are just giving me orders without Zayn around.
He has never told me that we would have company and what intimidates me a little is the fact that Scott is a vocal coach. I am sure he has high expectations of me because Zayn is vocally stronger than me.
But if I sang in public place, unexpected with total strangers then surely I can do this as well. I will after all, sing again in a public place that has strangers in it.
Taking a deep breath in, I make my way up the platform with a heart that is pounding like an alarm clock because of nerves.
I can do this.
Taking a seat down on a high chair, I watch how the four of them watch me attentively, waiting for me to sing already.
Here is goes nothing.
"I admit that you almost had me. I admit I was almost crazy. Had me thinkin' 'bout callin' that girl that night and let her know where she can come and meet me. But it's cool, I'ma be a lady.
She think she cute but she don't phase me and if you knew about all of this good love you'll be missin' out on. You wouldn't have played me." I sing and Kenny is grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Can't say I'm not hurt. I'll be damned if I'm broken. What we had is now hers. Let her know she can have it. 'Cause I, ay-ay ay-ay I can't stay here, If there's no love. 'Cause I, ay-ay ay-ay I can't stay here, 'cause I've had enough, enough of no love, enough of no love. No love."
Letting out a breath of relief, I impatiently wait for someone to say something.
"Ooh girl! Keyshia Cole! I love you already! That was great!" Kenny applauds first, clapping his hands together momentarily.
I chuckle and Scott nods his head. "Not bad Alison. Not bad at all."
"Hey! You started without me!" Another voice says, interrupting my critics.
The four men turn around to see Zayn standing behind them. "Sorry, we just had to see what your girl got." Connor answers. Zayn smiles, looking right at me. "She is good, hey?"
"Yeah. She has talent." Scott says truthfully.
Hopping off the platform, I walk over to Zayn with a smile on my face. "Why thank you." He wraps his arms around my waist while I place my hands on his shoulders.
"Hello babe. Someone is dressed appropriately." He whispers into my ear. "Shut up." I shove him playfully, making Zayn laugh.
"I'm sorry about earlier on." He apologises. "It's not your fault. We were just caught off guard. My mum wants you to apologies personally." I mutter and I hear Zayn sighing quietly. "Okay. What else did she say?"
"You can only come over when she is at home. No more surprise visits. Apparently, she doesn't feel comfortable with you being alone with me." "You are joking right?" Zayn asks, snorting carelessly.
"No. I'm thinking of moving out when this family stuff blows over." I say, sighing this time but a smile tugs on his lips.
"Then you can come live with me if you don't find anything suitable."
Please no. I will definitely then give in if I had to live with you twenty-four seven.
"Zayn, I would love to but I don't want to be a burden. You need space and so do I." I explain before piercing my lips together.
"You're not a burden at all. You can have your own room if you want and the best thing about living with me is that there are no rules."
"What about when your family comes? I can't have my own room then, can I?"
"Then you can share my room with me. Come on Ali. Wouldn't it be nice to be away from your mother and spend some private time with me?" Zayn says quietly as his cups my face gently, looking directly at me.
Private time with Zayn sounds so dangerous but so tempting at the same time. I just need to comprehend everything that is happening right now.
"I'll think about it, okay? No promises." I answer instead but Zayn sighs, looking slightly unimpressed.
"What can I do to persuade to say yes now?" He murmurs. "Nothing." I giggle before briefly kissing him against his lips. "But thank you for your kind offer."
"Oh! Look who is here!" Kenny hollers loudly that it's impossible to not look at what he is making a big fuss about.
Sam walks inside, rolling his eyes at Kenny but once his eyes land on me, a smile tugs on his lips. "Hey Alison. How are you?" "I am good thanks."
"Salmon, give Kenny some love!" Kenny screeches and the whole room bursts out laughing.
"Fucķ you Kenny!" Sam yells, showing him middle finger.
"Did Kenny just call Sam, 'Salmon'?" I continue to giggle while Zayn continues to laugh hysterically. "Yes. Kenny does it to píss Sam off all the time. Man, that one never gets old." He cackles.
"Oh, you think it's funny, all of you? Including you Alison?" Sam says offensively. "Take a joke bro." Scott laughs.
"Whatever." The whole lot of us continue to laugh while Kenny walks up to Sam, patting his back. "We love you just remember that." "Oh, but I hate you." Sam spits.
"Anyway, Zayn you took a while. You weren't smoking were you?" Scott asks Zayn but he just rolls his eyes. "No. I didn't."
"Good because I told you to stop doing that before you sing or you should just stop it completely." "Like that will happen, Scott. You know Zayn is addicted to that stuff." Connor says foolishly, making fun of Scott.
Scott rolls his eyes. "Anyway, let's get down to business." Everyone shuffles to the couches and just as I am about to take a seat next to Zayn, Sam beats it to me.
"Here, Alison." He stands up, allowing me to sit next to my boyfriend instead. "Thanks." I smile as I take a seat to Zayn. Immediately, he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"So, I spoke to Steve and he said that he wants you to do the gig next week Tuesday, not Wednesday." "What is the date?" Zayn asks first. "Twenty-third."
That's the date when dad is supposed to pass away.
My breathing gets hitched in my throat and I feel my heart beginning to beat fast, feeling overwhelmed that I have perform on the day that my dad passes on.
"Is there something wrong, Alison?" Ashton asks, worry clear in his voice. "Can I just have a minute alone with Zayn?" All of them nod and Zayn and I stand up, stepping away from the seating area.
"What's wrong?" He asks with looking at me very worried. "The twenty-third is the day for my dad." I mutter, looking down to my feet but Zayn lifts my chin up.
"You don't have to then do this then. I'll be okay on my own and we can postpone-" "I kind of want to. I want to dedicate that show for my dad, if you don't mind." I interject him.
"Not at all. We can do that. Do you have a song in mind?" He asks and I nod in response. "I do. Say Something."
"Are you totally sure you want to do this?" Zayn asks uncertain but I nod my head once again. "Yes. I want to do this." With that being said, the two of us take our seats back on the couch.
"We are going to sing 'Say Something' by 'A Great Big World'" No one objects to our song choice then Zayn stands up, whispering something to Scott. Scott nods then begins to whisper something to everyone else.
"Well-" Kenny mutters as he stands up then walks up to me, wrapping his arms around me unexpectedly then everyone joins in. "Sorry to hear that." Scott adds. After a few seconds that pass by, the group hug breaks up. "Thank you everyone."
"Let's just forget about this for now. We have our song, so it's time to jam out!" Ashton yells out excitedly. "Yeah!" We all cheer.
Connor puts the music back on. "Tomorrow, we will start with proper rehearsals."
'Confident' begins playing loud through the speakers and I inwardly groan to myself.
This is just like Déjà vu!
Looking at Zayn, he is obviously smirking "Leave this song on Connor. This is one of Alison's favourite songs." He says playfully. I glare at him, shoving him away from me but he continues to chuckle.
"Can I have this dance, my lady?"