Damaged Goods. (A Harry Styles Fanic)

Chapter Sixteen

After finding out about what had been happening at home, Jackie was stepping very lightly when she was around Lola. She was worried that anything she might say, could upset or annoy her since she was going through some family problems. 

She would hesitantly shift her eyes to the side without moving her head, watching to see if Lola looked in an okay mood. Then she would speak. Lola wasn't oblivious at all and could clearly tell what Jackie was trying to do. It was thoughtful and considerate of her, but she really wasn't as sensitive about it as Jackie presumed.

"Will you stop doing that?" Lola sighed, taking her eyes off her magazine.

"What?" Jackie said, chewing slowly on her sandwich

"Looking at me, and not speaking. I'm really fine, honestly. I'm pretty much over it. Just be normal, please!"

"Okay....if you insist"

"Thank you!"

Lola licked the pad of her thumb and flicked the page over, continuing to read as Jackie continued to eat.

"Why don't we do something tonight? We haven't done something on a Friday in ages" Jackie suggested

"I don't know..."

"C'mon Lola, you say you're fine but you know as well as I do that you're gonna be sitting in your room moping over your problems. Why not just take your mind off it?"

"You're probably right" Lola laughed lightly "So....why don't you stay over?"

"At Joh-....er your house? Is the slinkey head psycho gonna be there?"

"Nope, he's at his Mums. And to make it even better....I know of a cheeky bottle of Malibu lying lonely the bottom of the cupboard with our names on it" Lola winked, clasping her hands together. "What do you say?"

"Ah..you know me too well Lola Marshall" Jackie grinned

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"Oh don't be ridiculous, you couldn't take the grin off your face when you told me you kissed" Jackie gave her friend a gentle shove as she tipped some coke into a glass and watching it swirl into the alcohol.

"That's not true" Lola replied, scratching above her top lip gently to hide the smirk growing on her lips. She stretched out her bare leg over her bed, tugging the bottoms of her thin shorts to hide the tops of her thighs. An action she did without thinking.

"Zayn's hot Lola, despite my obvious incredible jealousy that you got him first when I kinda liked him" Jackie started, Lola feeling slightly uncomfortable as she couldn't tell if Jackie was genuinely still feeling bitter over it "You should just go for it. Make a move, suprise him, take it up a notch. You know what I mean"

Lola stared at her friend, lips parted slowly as her partially innocent and inexperienced mind tried to figure out what that would be "What.....sex?!"

"No not sex....well, if you wanted to" she grinned "Haven't you ever heard of second base?"

"Second base? I thought we were talking about sex not rounders!"

"Oh my god Lola you really are not all there when it comes to this are you" Jackie sighed, crossing her legs "He's obviously into you, properly"

"Not literally"

"Yet"

"Jackie"

"What? C'mon I know loads of girls that would love to say they fucked Zayn Malik!"

"I'm not going to"

"And what makes you so sure of that, don't think I haven't seen you sneaking around the corners at school for a cheeky kiss before the bell rings. You still like him right?"

"Yeah...that's just....I don't know, a bit of fun. He's gonna find someone else before it goes any further than that"

Lola felt her head spin a little bit as the alcohol she'd consumed started to take effect. She gulped and shut her eyes.

"If you really thi....wait a second, i'm vibrating" Jackie paused at the buzz of her phone. She pulled it out, reading a text. Lola could feel that she wasn't really sober but she was actually considering what Jackie was saying. Having sex for the first time. It had to happen at some point sooner or later right? And when is she likely to come across someone as hot as Zayn again anytime soon?

"It's my Mum" Jackie said through gritted teeth

"What's up?"

"She didn't know I was planning on staying the night. She told me to get home straight away or we'll be late for my Great Aunt Enid's 80th birthday celebrations, oh god what in the world makes her think I want to attend that?! Old people sitting around reminsicing and pinching my cheeks, asking me what I want to do when i've finished A-Levels. No thank you"

"Are you gonna go?"

"I'm gonna have to. You know what my Mother's like. She'll just march round here, pull a spotty frilly dress over my head and drag me to this party by the ear. She must think i'm nine years old"

"Well, atleast she cares about you" Lola replied glumly as she looked down at her bed cover, picking at a piece of fabric.

Jackie didn't know what to say, she put her hand on Lola's shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I'll ring you later" she said, pulling her coat on

"Wait, are you gonna be okay getting home? Is she gonna be able to tell you've been drinking?"

"Probably. Actually it might make this more bearable"

Jackie left and Lola sat still on her bed, the room silent apart from the imaginary noise her fuzzy mind was making. She saw the light from her lampshade reflecting off the liquid fizzling in the bottom of a clear glass. 

Yet again she felt alone, no-one was in the house. John was out. Jake was staying at a school friends house for the night. Lola almost wanted to throw up out of pure hatred for her living situation, loneliness and from all the sickly drink lying in her stomach.

As she stood up from her bed, Lola caught sight of herself in her mirror. Her blonde hair had changed from straight locks to slight waves from the heat of her bedroom. She looked down at her figure, for once noticing all the good areas rather than the bad. 

Her legs looked a light tan colour under the artificial lights, even though she knew it wasn't real tan, but they seemed to be quite slim. Not skinny, but slim and toned enough. They were long too, and the hem of her shorts were covering the disgusting marks she'd created on her body. Everything looked normal.

For some reason after the conversation she'd had with Jackie, she was still thinking about what it would be like with Zayn. What would he be like when it came to the proper physical stuff? Gentle, passionate, rough....experienced? She was clueless but also intrigued and curious to find out. She imagined what the skin of his ripped torso would feel like pressed against her own, the comforting weight of his body on top of her, peppering her with frantic kisses as she wrapped her long legs around his hips.

Lola cleared her throat, feeling slightly flustered suddenly and reached for her phone, thumbs scrolling to find his number. 

'Busy? Need some company ;) x'

Almost within a minute she recieved a reply 

'Never 2 busy fr u bbe :P b over in 10 x'

Lola lay back on her bed, feeling her head start spinning, the ceiling becoming a white blur. Her heart was pulsing heavily against her ribcage. She poured the last dregs of the malibu into a glass for an extra kick of courage and ran a hand through her long hair.

Just as he'd said, ten minutes later she heard a knock on the door. Lola's breaths shortened slightly and she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself. Stepping into her most confident stance, she waltz down towards the door.

Zayn stood there as she opened it wearing vans, black chinos, a rusty navy colour shirt with a deep wine red hoodie. His jet black hair had a slight undone messy look to it, that she liked. 

"Hey" he grinned, his marble brown eyes shimmering golden tones. Lola grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door, straight up the stairs towards her bedroom.

She lost her footing slightly and slipped, catching herself before she almost fell to the ground. She giggled hysterically, barely any noise coming from her mouth. Zayn couldn't help grin as she reached out for his hand to pull her up.

"You alright there?" he laughed, guessing that she was slightly tipsy. Although half of her laughter was from nerves.

"Mm yeah fine" she tried to stop laughing and put her hands on his shoulders. 

Jackie's voice was in her head. 'Make a move, suprise him, take it up a notch'. Lola studied the beauty of his face with how close they were standing at the top of the stairs. The landing was dark and she could see the light from the window in the reflection of Zayn's creamy brown irises.

She took gentle grasp full of his t-shirt and tugged him slowly towards her bedroom with a slight mischevous smile that Zayn loved. This new side of her was intriguing and he was liking it, even if she was under the influence of something, it bought out confidence in her and confidence was always sexy in a woman.

"Have you been drinking?" he chuckled as they entered her room, the edges of his mouth curving upwards. He removed his hoodie and threw it on the chair.

"No" she gave him a gentle shove "Course not"

"What's this then?" he raised his eyebrows as he gestured towards the empty bottles of Malibu and Coke and two glasses on her bedside table.

"Water" Lola shrugged, a guilty smirk tugging at her mouth.

"Liar"

"Shut up"

Zayn leant down and connected his lips to hers in a soft kiss. Lola's eyelids fluttered shut with suprise and she slowly began to kiss him back, feeling his slightly rough palms land on her hips. The voice was still playing at the back of her head. Lola smiled into the kiss and placed one of her hands on the back of Zayns warm neck, her fingertips entwining in his hair slightly.

She felt the warm tip of his tongue roll across her lower lip and obligingly granted him access, adding some enthusiasm to the kiss. Zayn was pleasantly suprised by her eagerness and urged her backwards gently, her knees hitting the edge of the bed and causing them to fall onto it. 

Their lips never parted as the kiss became deeper, hands running up and down each other's middle and upper regions. Lola enjoyed the comforting feeling of his weight on her, losing herself in the rhythmic motions of their lips.

They'd kissed numerous times in the past month or so but Lola felt it was different this time. They were well and truly alone, in the comfort of her bed and she could tell Zayn was getting into it as his lips disconnected from hers and started their journey downwards.

Lola's stomach flipped slightly as she felt him press damp kisses down her jawline and throat. She was sure he'd be able to feel her heart thudding against her chest, at the new experience. He'd probably done this a million times but she was new to anything further than kissing. She was almost certain that she was ready for more though, and wanted Zayn to give it to her.

Zayn's thumbs slid under the string straps of her tank top, gently grazing her soft skin as he ran them backwards. His eyes looked up from Lola's chest to meet her eyes, silently asking if it was okay. He knew she was kind of nervous, he could tell by the way she shuddered and her breath hitched in her throat when he touched somewhere new.

"Keep going" she whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. Zayn looked her in the eyes and bit his lip firmly, taking in the real beauty of Lola's features. Her diamond blue eyes were full of truth, hope and wonder. He wanted to take her breath away, provide her with all the sensations that would blow her mind.. 

He resumed back to kissing her upper body, pulling the straps free from her shoulders and folding back the hem of her top. He could feel the pulsing of her heartbeat against her chest as his lips sponged the curve of her breast. She seemed to be enjoying it so he pulled back her vest even more, tugging it over her head and discarding the clothing.

Lola's stomach muscles tensed as Zayn's face met the warm crook of her neck, his hands on her ribcage. He kissed her as his hands smooth upwards, thumbs rolling over her nipples and causing Lola to gasp. He smiled slightly into her neck and repeated the action, loving how responsive she was to different things.

He kissed down towards her breasts and replaced his thumb with his tongue, massaging her other breast with his hand. Lola moaned softly, letting him know that it was good and encouraging him. 

She felt a hand smooth down her abdomen, playing with the hem of her shorts. Lola was becoming very aware of the fact he was getting close to her cuts, and planned to stop him if went too far. Zayn dipped his hand underneath the material, her underwear brushing against his fingers as he gently stroked the outline of them.

Lola shuddered and dug her teeth into her inner lower lip, waiting for his next move. Zayn looked her in the eyes intensely as his fingers underneath her underwear. His fingers ran softly over her folds, one long digit slipping between them and causing Lola's breath to catch in her throat.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, worried that it wasn't what she wanted. Lola exhaled shakily and shook her head, ensuring him to proceed. Zayn pushed a finger inside her, feeling her tightness enclosing his single digit.

He almost let out a low groan at the feel of her, even more eager to feel her tightly around his hardening cock. Lola felt slight discomfort but assumed it would pass and let her own hand wonder down to Zayns, encouraging him which it did.

"Jesus" he exhaled quietly "You're so tight" as he slipped a second finger inside her. He slowly withdraw them before plunging them back in. Lola squirmed at the feeling of the pad of his fingers pressing against her insides, rubbing against her G-spot with every other pumping motion. She let out a moan, suprising herself as pleasure began to spark fire in the pit of her stomach.

She began to gently grind herself against the palm of his hand, feeling his speed accerlerate and the bottom of his palm press against her clit. 

"Oh my god" she breathed, causing Zayn to grin at how good he was evidently making her feel. She put her hand on the back of his head and bought it down to her, their tongues tangling together as his hand continued to work it's magic.

Within a few minutes he skillfully bought her to the peak, his wet tongue and teeth on her neck adding to the sensations filling her body. Lola called out in a few moments of pleasure, writhing around as her heart pounded rapidly. 

Her arched back slowly flattened out again as she came down, her eyes fluttering shut and feeling Zayn's plump lips graze her shoulder.

Zayn rolled beside her and leant up on his elbow, stroking and tracing asymetric shapes on the bare skin of her hip. Lola's breaths ceased and began slow fans of air from her nostrils, as they lay back on her bed together.

After a few minutes of quiet, nothing but the sound of the traffic and their breaths, Zayn opened his mouth to speak.

"Can I ask you something?"

That question never failed to make Lola a little nervous, coming from anyone. But in a state of relaxation she gently nodded her head, rolling onto her side to Zayn, their 
faces inches apart on the pillow.

"Are you a virgin?"

He looked at her with curious and tender dark eyes, surrounded by thousands of fine black eyelashes. Lola noticed them drop down her slightly, revelling the sight of the exposed creamy skin infront of him.

She swallowed and nodded her head slowly, waiting anxiously for a reaction. Zayn bit his lip and gave her a small smile, before curling his arm around her waist and letting his fingers tangle gently in her blonde locks.

"...Is that okay?" she whispered timidly into his chest, her vocal chords creating a vibration against him.

"Of course babe, I just wondered" he said "I could kind of tell anyway"

"Right..." she blushed "Well...." Lola said, lifting her head and looking up to him "It doesn't mean i'm not ready"

Zayn could guess by the look on her face what she was saying. He rose his eyebrows as if to confirm and she nodded. Lola lay her head back on his chest and could feel that she had sobered up. 

She thought about it and losing her virginity to Zayn was beginning to seem like something she actually wanted. Someone she liked, and who liked her back, that wasn't just interested in sex. It was planning itself out in her head

But despite what they'd just done, and how they were lying in bed together, there was something interuppting this hopeful plan of hers. 

Something pecking at the back of her mind telling her not to do it. 

Someone. 

And in her current state of mind, Lola knew deep down that she was thinking about him for a reason. That cruel pink smirk and rich brown curls warped with venom waiting to catch his innocent victim yet again. 

She should have been thinking about Zayn, but all she could see was Harry. 

It wasn't that she knew he'd act out or was worried he'd find out about her losing her virgnity to Zayn. It was that there was something telling Lola how she'd planned things out, is not the way they were destined to happen. And the very near future would prove that to her indeed.

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