The Hidden Chapters

Going All In Part 1 *Monika & Zayn

Going All In

Monika’s POV

I watch him as I stand up on my skis. His brown eyes are bright, even though I’m so far away, I can still notice that. Then, he’s giving me a thumbs up and a big smile that makes my knees wobble and my hands go numb.

My release on the handle breaks and I go flying through the air.

Zayn’s face grins in amusement that makes me smile right before I crash into the water.

…Which also leads to a mouthful of water. I’m sputtering when I come back up, my water skis forcing me to lay back. My blue eyes take in the sight of the cloudless sky as I gasp for air. How can the world be so peaceful yet so horrible at the same time?

This makes it the seventh time I’ve wiped out in front of Zayn.

I signal to let everyone know I’m done with skiing for the day. The boat inches closer until the ladder is within reach. Hulling myself up, my red face stays trained on the ground.

“Was it fun?” A familiar, sexy, Bradford voice asks.

“Yeah, it was.” I blush, taking off the skis. He offers a hand to help me up, which makes my face turn a more violent shade of red. Why must he be so sweet?

“Wow, you’re sunburned.” Harry remarks as we join the others. Danielle, Kaylen, and Eleanor are sunbathing as their boyfriends observe with grins. Liam is trying not to be staring, but his attempt is failing as Danielle rolls over on her back, her chest perfectly in his view. Louis takes another swig of his beer, a big smirk on his face as Eleanor ruffles her hair and smiles at him.

Niall is watching Kaylen’s small hands as they fiddle with her ponytail. I watch as he leans over and pulls it away, making her hair cascade down her shoulders and her face heat up with modest embarrassment.

“Um, yeah.” I answer Harry, not really paying attention. Zayn is turning his attention away from me to grab a cigarette. His lips form perfectly around it, making my face heat up yet again.

How is this possible? He’s gone from sexy, to sweet, then back to sexy in less than five minutes!

Lexi joins us, staring intently at her phone. Harry takes it out of her hands to read whatever it is before frowning and throwing it overboard.

“Harry!” Lexi exclaims, watching her phone sink.

“I’ll buy you a new one, babe.” He promises, pulling her to sit on his lap.

I look away before they kiss, but I’m left with nowhere to look. They’re all so disgustingly cute that my heart drops. Why can’t I just tell Zayn I want to be more than just friends?

I perch myself on the seat closest to Zayn as the driver of the boat, Paul, goes at a comfortable speed, making my hair blow in the wind.

“It’s a good day, isn’t it?” Zayn whispers to me, a flawless smile on his face right before he takes another hit.

“Really good.” I agree. If a friend is all I can be, I’ll take it. Better than nothing, right?

The sun is setting just right, and we’ve split up a bit. Eleanor, Louis, Harry, and Lexi are playing cards in the bottom cabin of this huge ship. Somehow, the boys got this big boat for the day, free of charge. It’s two levels with six bedrooms and a make-shift kitchen. It’s interior is old-fashioned, just as I prefer it.

Kaylen’s laugh fills the air and my eyes wonder to find that Niall has almost gone over-board. She wraps her arms around him in a way that makes jealousy ripple through me. Zayn has disappeared, probably to his cabin to get some sleep. Danielle and Liam are talking to Paul, laughing and keeping him company.

I walk to the front deck and stand at the very front, watching the front part of the boat cut through the waves easily.

“Miss me?”

I whirl around at his voice, only to find him an inch away. His firm yet gentle hands grab my waist and pull me to him assertively. My breath hitches and I’m unable to answer him.

Those soft looking lips are just mere centimeters away now… But I’m just a friend, it’s not my place to stare. I rip my eyes away from his lips and look to his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t stand that you’re not mine yet.” Zayn says, his eyes staring intently at my lips as I had been staring at his. The words themselves completely swell my being with excitement, but the fact that he wants me like I want him…that’s just too crazy to believe.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks when I still don’t speak.

Maybe I should’ve just said ‘yes’ or some normal answer. But instead, I pull him down to me by gripping his hair tightly. Our lips meet, awkward at first, but quickly finding their way of falling into sync. His hands move from my waist to my side, marking where they’ve been with a trail of fire.

I drag a hand down from his hair to the bottom of his t-shirt. Before I can ask or stop myself from taking things too far, he’s pulling his shirt off to reveal everything I’ve ever wanted.

I numbly let my fingers trace the tattoo that’s sitting low on his waist. Goosebumps form as I giggle. Zayn’s head buries in my shoulder and he groans. The sound makes shivers run through me. This is what I’ve wanted, and it must be a dream.

If it is, why not take advantage of every second?

His lips plant soft kisses to my shoulder, then down to my collarbone. From there, they start going to my neck. I position my head to give him more access as my hands roam over his muscles. When those seductive lips find mine, I find the courage to let my hands do what they really want.

They run down the front of his trousers. He freezes for a second before moaning against my mouth and kissing me harder. A part of me expected him to push me away, but this action is welcomed.

All of a sudden, he stops.

Has my worst fear of him pushing me away become reality?