Zayn opened the front door to his Mom's flat for me to step in. The lights were off and it made it almost impossible to walk around the place but I still did it anyways while Zayn locked up.

My feet led me to the kitchen, heals clicking against the tile floor. I searched for the light switch in the dark atmosphere, soon finding it to turn on the dim kitchen lights. Immediately, my eyes darted over to a small slip of paper taped to the refrigerator door. I slowly turned my head back around to see Zayn was on his phone. This gave me time to see what the mysterious piece of paper was doing there.

I walked up to it, gently removing it from the surface and looking at the cursive writing.

Zayn,

Don't worry, I took a late shift for the night. Hope you and Paige had a wonderful time. See you both in the morning, take care.

Love you, Mum

I read the note multiple times to myself, softly giggling at the sweet person she is. How could Zayn be away from this for so long? I mean, I understand me because of my Mom's job, but not him. I don't think anyone knows how much I'd give to have my Mom with me all the time. Now that she's gone, who knows when she'll be back. Dad's also going to be here for a for more days I'm sure. The most he's ever stayed home was two weeks tops. After that, I'm back to being home all alone till further notice.

"Hey." I heard a deep voice chuckle from behind me. "What's that?"

I turned my head around but not that it was much help since he was already right behind me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pecking a small kiss to my neck and reaching a hand out to grab the note. My head rolled back to his shoulder as my hands started to gently crease his arms around me, waiting for him to finish reading it.

I felt his laugh vibrate on my upper back as he leaned us forward so he can place the note back on the counter. He turned me around once he straightened us out, eyes divergently looking straight at mine. I felt my cheeks start to heat up just by looking at each other. It was something I felt like it was never going to end between us. Especially when Zayn pointed it out with his small smile.

"Why are you blushing?" He chuckled. "I haven't even said anything?"

I looked down, not being able to control the redness I started to get.

The room got hotter.

"Are you shy?" He asked again leaning down to try and get me to look back up at him.

I honestly didn't know the answer. I literally made him drive us back here, expecting to do something, but now... Now I'm just not sure. Stupid realization! Why is it that it has to come in as soon as I feel closer to him?

"Paige?" This time he looked serious.

I shook my head, looking back up at him to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."

He looked at me for what felt like a long time, almost as if he was seeing right through me.

"No you're not." He finally stated.

I looked back down, this time stopping midway down to spot the new silver ring still hanging around my neck. This caused me smile as I remember the look on Zayn's face as he gave it to me. He was just as nervous as I am right now. My fingers started to fiddle with the metal before looking up at Zayn. Not wasting another second, I caught hold of his dry lips with mine.

It was all I could think of. I was definitely sure of it this time.

The kiss didn't stop, only heated up. When I thought it wasn't going to end, was when Zayn pulled away. Gripping my arms to hold me back he shook his head.

"No, I can't." He sounded honest.

I gave him a look of concern.

"Zayn, it's okay." I smiled.

He looked back up, it was almost as if I could read his mind.

"Don't lie to me." He continued, "Was the other night... Your first time?"

My quietness was all he needed for an answer. As guilty as I felt for not telling him, I just didn't think it was that big of a deal.

"How could've I been so stupid!" He angrily turned around, running both hands through his hair. I was going to go comfort him but he lashed out before I had the chance.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, features relaxing.

"I-I don't know." I uttered towards the truth.

I thought he was going to get mad, but instead he turned out to be the complete opposite.

"I'm so sorry."

My eyes fluttered back up at him, swallowing the small lump on my throat before speaking.

"I'm not."

Zayn looked at me bewildered. He was probably thinking I was going to say something else. The truth is, I really am not sorry. Losing my virginity want what expected, but knowing that it was with Zayn reassured me of the fact that I didn't just give it up to anyone. I don't regret him being my first, but what I do regret is me making a fool out of myself.

Zayn caught my lips once again with his. It was almost as if he was telling me he really ment what he said.

He pulled away shortly, leaving be wanting more.

"Let me make it up to you." He paused, moving done hair away from my face and behind my ear. "Please?"

My response didn't take long to reply. I wanted him more than anything.

***

My eyes fluttered open to the rays of sunshine. As they adjusted to the newly exposed light, I noticed a rather messy area in what seemed to be Zayn's room.

I was laid down flat on my stomach, back fully exposed. But it wasn't on the mattress, it was on something harder. I immediately shot my head up, a small gasp falling from my mouth as I did so. It was all too exaggerating as I realized it was just Zayn.

I relaxed, not wanting to wake him up from the deep sleep he was in. He looked beautiful. I became rather attracted to the quiet snores that were coming out of his agape mouth. Long lashes rested over the top of his cheeks as I watched his lips slightly twitch every once in a while.

I have no memory of what happened last night, but judging by the mess of clothes around the place, I have a pretty good idea. That idea brought heat towards my cheeks.

My vision looked back beneath me as Zayn's body started to move around. I laid cautious, trying hard not move so much in order to wake him up. Thankfully, he didn't.

I sighed in relief, thinking to myself that now was a good time to probably get off him. And I did. ut once I did, a large hand was placed over my back and pull be back down. I started to giggle, realizing his playful ways.

"Mmm." He stretched, letting out a long sigh, "Good morning."

"More like afternoon." I joked recalling the time I last time I saw the alarm clock which read 1:45 p.m.

I found his sudden movements with his hands rubbing around my bare back soothing.

"Don't you feel so smart?" He joked. I felt his vibrations go down my front pressed to his chest as he continued.

I ignored him and rested my head back over his bare chest, soon crossing one of my legs over his. During the period of silence between us, I started to hear the beat of his heart.

"I want to show you around today." Zayn broke silence.

I chuckled, "Show me around where?"

"Los Angeles?" He joked, "Where else?"

"What about your family?" I asked starting to draw small circles to his skin with my index finger.

Zayn took a while to answer my question and it was then I remembered how he felt about his family.

"We're already having dinner with my Mum?" He finally spoke, "What more can she expect from us? She's always working anyways?"

"Still?" I replied.

Shrugging the situation away, I let out a long sigh.

"Where are you going now?" Zayn asked as he watched me start to sit up with the duvet hugged close to my torso.

"To freshen up." I have him a fake smile.

There was nothing to be happy about, at least not this moment. My arm stretched to grab one of Zayn's t-shirts off the ground, quickly plopping my arms and head through it before standing up to have the hem fall to my mid thighs. I untucked my hair from the back of the shirt and walked over to grab my towel from one of the drawers. I felt Zayn's eyes on me, noticing that something was going on in my mind.

"Paige, are you o--"

"You know, Zayn," I didn't let him finish, "You have a brother too and I don't think it's fair, not only to you, but to your mother also to have to see her sons not even look at each other."

The words feel from my mouth as if I ate something spicy and rushed to get it out as fast as possible.

Zayn looked at me mystified but he also knew exactly what I was taking about. He knew I had a point, because I did.

I shook my head, forgetting everything I just said and staying to walk out of the room leaving behind a pondering Zayn.

ZAYN'S POV:

I stood on the edge of my old bed in only a pair of boxers I've put on a few minutes after Paige left. All I could think about is what she told me. I know she has a point, she knows she has a point. But it's not that easy. We do have a history. A history I wish no one should have with their siblings, but sadly, things just aren't like that with me.

Avan hates me, I can't change that. And I'm not proud of what he's done either.

So now I sit, head dug down between my shoulders as I stare down at my phone cupped in my hand.

I didn't think Paige would be so bothered by this. Just by knowing that, it makes me feel guilty after all she's done for me. I didn't mean to piss her off, I don't want her to. Which is the only reason why I'm about to do this...

My thumb pressed call , waiting a few minutes before holding it up to my left ear.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Four rings.

Nothing.

"We're sorry, but the number you have reached is currently unavailable..."

I quickly hung up before the voicemail went any further.

Bull Shit.

I knew it, Avan won't pick up my calls even if was the last thing he did. And I was definitely not going to send him a message. That's Shit, I rather work out my problems like a man and do it personally. It's not that easy! If only Paige could see it that it's not only me, at least I tried to set things up with the boy. Why can't he just comprehend that?

I let a long sigh fall from my mouth as I launched my phone across the mattress and fell flat on my back. Rubbing my face with both hands, I became unaware of the poison walking through my bedroom door. My body reacted, immediately shooting up to plop my body up on my elbows. It was only Paige.

Her hair was damp from her shower, skin looked brighter than usual. She had a white tank top that adorned her waist and stomach perfectly. Her jeans also hugged her legs in all the right places. I was even surprised when I saw an awfully familiar red plaid shirt that seemed to be two sizes bigger than her. It was mine.

I was aware she became rather attracted to that piece of clothing though I don't know why. The sleeves had to be rolled up but her elbows were too small so I guess she just lets it fall up to her mid forearms. Whatever the reason is on why she loves that shit so much may remain unanswered, but I've got to admit, it looks sexy on her.

Finally, the last thing I noticed on her was the shiny piece of silver around her neck from last night.

"Is there something wrong?" She chucked stopping to look at me.

"No, it's just that," I stopped once again, taking in all I can from the beautiful girl in front of me, my girl. "I like your shirt."

Paige started to look down at my shirt, surprisingly gasping as she hurried to take it off.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll take it off."

"No!" My voice stopped her, "Leave it, you look sexy in it." I smirked.

Paige's cheeks started to flush up in heat in a matter of seconds. It was no surprise anymore, I make her blush. Though she likes doubting it, I know I do, and I couldn't be happier.

She walked over to hang her towel where she always leaves it. I didn't take my eyes off of her for nothing. Before I knew it, she was already making her way to the bed in front of me.

She caused a smirk to appear on my lips as she got on her knees in the mattress of either side of my body. Slowly, she leaned her hands out too and started to crawl up closer to me. One of her hands raised to push me back down on my back. I couldn't help it, she was basically crying out for me to touch her, and that's exactly what I did.

Both my hands cupped her thighs, playfully squeezing them to make her giggle. She moved her hair to one side of her shoulders before holding it down to her chest as she leaned forward.

"I'm sorry." She turned serious, pecking a kiss to my cheek.

I knew what she ment by that. I couldn't care less about her reaction, I deserved a little wake up call.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled up at her.

We remained silent for a moment before I considered the fact that we were wasting time from all the stuff I wanted to show her.

"No matter how much I love this poison we're in," I joked, "I think we should get going."

Paige smiled, slightly nodding her head as she started to get off me. I stopped her before she did.

"I ment it when I said don't worry about it." I spoke strictly.

She needs to know that she's overreacting for nothing. If she was doing anything, it'd probably just be waking me up. I'm still not in love with Avan, but I do agree we have to talk. Not only for our Mum, but for his own good. He does not want to turn into what I used to be. Not much guys are lucky in these situations, but me, I had Paige. And I don't deserve it.

The small nod she gave me didn't leave me very convinced that she understood but I took it anyways. I didn't expect her to get it right that minute but I knew she'll get it.