***

We were now in the living room; a film had been picked out of the selection list as I sat practically on top of Zayn,  who was sitting with his legs up on the sofa, me in the small gap between them. He used the expanse of his warm palm to rub circles into my left thigh, easing the tightness I felt. A blanket had been draped over us after Zayn had returned with a bowl of popcorn.

We all ate the pizza Vanessa and I made. Liam and Niall sat on the couch to the right of us, vision intended on the TV while Harry and Vanessa had the couch to the left of us all to themselves with Harry's arm around her shoulder as she laid her head on his chest. And lastly, Louis sat next to Zayn and I but he was all the way in the other corner with his arms rested on the armrest, nearly falling asleep.

As we watched the 007 film Liam had picked out, my mind began to wander. The main character in the film just found out his best friend is actually playing a part in the guys own murder. This sequence made me think about the way Nathan spoke to me and how this movie could easily relate to my life and how it's going so far. He was suppose to be my friend, a good friend actually, and now he just betrayed that. He betrayed us.

There was also a part where the guy meets this girl, which is the reason his friend wants to kill him, and she takes him to see her town since the man was wealthy and the lady was poor, he didn't know what to expect. I  didn't know what to expect.

This whole trip has me both, nervous and excited. Not knowing how to call the other feelings I had, I just left it like that.

The sudden thoughts caused me to look up at Zayn as I noticed he too, was consecrated in this movie. I almost felt guilty for having him look away.

“What is Queens like?” I enquired.

Zayn furrowed his eyebrows, his silence continued for a short time.as he studied my face. When all he read was curiosity, he replied.

"Why?"

Nobody turned around to see what all the sudden whispering was about. I don't know if it was because they were that into the film and didn't hear us or they just ignored us. I was just glad they didn't start looking and hearing what I had to say, either way, I was quiet over the loud speakers.

My sudden wriggle made Zayn yelp quietly, my knee accidently brushing his crotch. I apologised before persisting.

"I just want to be prepared."

He rolled his eyes, clutching me closer as he softly laughed.

“Are you worried?” He asked.

My eyes flickered around the room, not sure of the answer myself. My body moved with the rise and fall of Zayn’s strong torso. The steady rhythm comforted me, as well as Zayn’s familiar smell.

"Look, if you don't want to go then just say so. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do." His voice became stern, attitude taking a sudden turn.

It wasn't  the answer I was expecting, I'm just beginning to understand his sudden mood swings.

"What are you talking about?"

"You just seemed like--"

"Shh." I silently hushed, lips moving closer to his.

Our noses brushed together in attempt to calm him down, I could tell his blood was starting to boil.My fingers played with the hem of his top under the blanket, nudging the fabric up to draw random patterns on the soft skin of his hip.

"I want to go."

Zayn's eyes fluttered closed to my gentle touch. His grip on my thigh only tightened in attempt to get closer to me.

"Don't worry, Paige, everything will be fine. I promise." Cold, minty breath fanned over my skin. I didn't notice my eyes were closed until they fluttered open, the sight of Zayn's ambitious face made my cheeks burn red.

He closed his eyes, rolling his head to the backboard of the sofa. I softly giggled and couldn't help but lean forward. My lips gently left a lingering kiss to the small stubble hairs on his warm cheeks, soon to lay my head back down on his broad chest. The sounds of his unsteady heartbeat caused me look back up, wondering why it was like that.

"Zayn?" I enquired.

He rolled his head back up, a gaze that send warning triggers down my body.

His eyes turned black, jaw beginning to tense as well as his grip on my thigh.

The touch made me yelp quietly, "Zayn, you're hurting me."

"I want you, Paige." He almost growled, his grip only getting tighter.

I wasn't sure what happened to him, he was becoming scary again.

"Zayn!" I exclaimed quietly. "Seriously, stop!"

His eyes quickly returned back to their natural color, meaning he has returned. He didn't look so happy, guilty actually.

"I-I." He uttered.

The look in my eyes calmed down, not scared of his actions; understanding it wasn't his intention.

"Don't worry about it." I refused to speak about this anymore, it was all too much.

Zayn saw the honesty in my face. He didn't know what to do but I'm thinking his instincts just told him to go along with it.

"You can really do a lot to a guy." He smiled closing his eyes.

I nuzzled back up in Zayn's body. My eyes fluttered closed to his touch, soothing the spot he caused such pressure to. My body felt completely numb towards his touch.

This is not  good.

***

"Bye!" Zayn called out the door as he waved his hand out to Louis, Liam, and Niall, who just left the house.

I sat on the couch where I always sat, making small talk with Vanessa as we waited for Harry and Zayn to return. She was telling me how there's this basketball court in Queens that all the guys love to go and it took nearly their entire family to get them out of there at four a.m. No one knows why because she told me they hardly ever talk about basketball so why would they love it there so much?

The raspy voice that was clearly coming from Harry approached us from behind me. Almost at the same time, we heard Zayn close the front door.

"Alright, I'm ready." Harry sounded tired.

"Oh, you're not staying here tonight?" Zayn asked him.

"No, Vanessa and I have to do something tomorrow." He answered.

"Oh, okay." Zayn replied.

I couldn't help but notice that Zayn was actually happy they were leaving.

Vanessa got up, leaving behind her blanket on the couch and waking up to where Harry was standing.

"Sorry we have to leave you two alone." She joked, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up, following them up to the door along with Zayn.

"Be careful driving out there." I warned as Harry opened the door.

"Thanks Paige, and you be careful with this right here." He joked pointing at Zayn.

Zayn rolled his eyes and playfully pushed him out, taking himself with him and leaving Vanessa and I by the entrance.

"Boys." She smiled rolling her eyes. "You know what, Paige?"

I looked at her, "What?"

"Zayn really does like you."

I couldn't help but blush, shyly looking away. Having no answer to her response.

"I mean, if he's taking you Queens!"

She exclaimed. "He just doesn't offer that with anybody."

"Wait?" I paused, "How did you know that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry but I couldn't help but over hear your conversation during the movie." She looked at me a bit guilty, "He's never asked that to anyone."

"I'm sure." I scoffed.

"Vanessa!" Harry called out, standing besides his vehicle while taking to Zayn.

Vanessa looked back before turning to me. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing you again. It was nice meeting you, I'm glad I finally have another girl to be with when I'm around these guys." She smiled.

"Thanks, it was nice meeting you too." I smiled.

"Vanessa! Hurry up!" He yelled again.

"I'm going!" She called back. "Bye, Paige."

"Bye, Vanessa." I smiled walking with her out of the house and up to the drive in.

There was a cool air that hit the exposed parts of my body, causing me to shiver. The night sky was pitch black, moon shining bright but no stars. Sadly, it's impossible to see stars here in Manhattan because of all the lights. It's always been a dream of mine to see them for real. The salty air could be tasted in my tastebuds from the New York harbor right down the street. A few light polls illuminated some areas around the street, providing us with light to see Harry hop on in his car.

I stopped next to Zayn as we watched Vanessa get in.

"Bye guys." Harry waved as he drove out.

Zayn and I waved back at them. I had no idea what to expect now since we were left alone again. But then again, I'm happy there isn't going to be any interruptions like when he spent the night at my house.

I looked up at Zayn who was already looking at me. His towering temples came up close to me, his hand placing over my hip. I looked up, wondering if I could read his eyes until his husky voice spoke.

"Lets talk."