Chapter 19: 18

"Down" - Jay Sean

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It was later on in the day. Both Syra and Zayn's families had gone home after going to Nawabs for lunch. He had long changed out of his suit and into a full black attire, so he could easily sneak in and out. He impatiently waited around his house for the night, because he was planning on sneaking into Syra's room through her bedroom window after Isha.

Finally it was time for him to go. His family members had just retired to their rooms, tired from being awake so early. He zipped his hoodie up and pulled on a beanie. Next he sneaked downstairs to the living room. He couldn't leave through the front door as it was too loud. Also because they kept one window in the living room unlocked. Well he did, no one else knew. He opened it as quietly as he could, moving the curtains and net out of the way, sitting on the window sill and swinging his legs out. He stood up outside and closed the window as quietly as he could, leaving a small card wedged in the corner so he could open it when he came back.

Then he turned and legged it to the bus stop, hopping on the night bus. It was mostly empty except for some drunkards mumbling incoherently to themselves. The bus stopped a little away from her house. He checked the text again; he had asked her for her address earlier. He was on he main road; her house was just on the start of the side street, so he turned in there.

He didn't exactly know where her room was but she had FaceTimed earlier, giving him a brief tour upon his insistence.

There was a small gap on the side of their house, so he could inch his way up slowly by putting his legs on either wall. He did that and reached a ledge; it was rather thin so he clutched to the pipe for support. He shuffled along slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements. He reached the corner of her house, the ledge here was thick enough for him to stand without holding anything. There was a window sill slightly above, he could tell it was Syra's from the way she had described the view from her window. He hoisted himself up easily. She had sort of like a little balcony thing, like an extended part of the window sticking out with a thick ledge around it so he sat on that and shuffled to the front, as the windows opened on the side.

Whoever designed these seriously wanted them to get robbed. He took out one of Zaina's trusty bobby pins and inserted them into the little lock thingy. There was no handle of course, so he would stick his penknife sideways into the little crack created by twisting the lock. He managed to force it open a little until the gap was big enough for his fingers to fit through. He slowly pulled the window open, wincing as it creaked ever so slightly. He only opened it until there was enough for him to put his legs in. One of the few times he was annoyed at being so tall, he practically had to fold himself to fit through. And without making noise, so he had to do it slow which made him stay squished up for longer.

Finally he was able to slip inside and turned to shut the window quietly. He wasn't on the floor, but on the little balcony thing. She had placed some of her stuff here too, so he had to crouch and balance on his toes, like Spider-Man to not knock anything over. He inched forward and then leaned back ever so carefully onto his palms and deposited his legs onto the floor. He winced slightly, feeling the heating against the wall, on full blast. His ass felt like it was on fire.

He leaned off the sill and turned to fix the net and curtains before someone barrelled into him from the side and sent him flying to the bed. He bounced on the bed, with the culprit climbing up on top of him, pressing her lavender-scented hands onto his mouth. Her hair covered her face and tickled his.

"Who the fuck- oh my god, Zayn?!" she whisper - shouted into his face.

She slowly removed her hands off his face and grabbed onto his jaw, turning it from side to side before nodding to herself.

"Hi," he said, grinning at her.

She noticed her position and tried to get off, but he had already secured his hands around her waist. He couldn't help himself as he yanked her close and placed a quick kiss on her cheek, before letting her scramble off him.

He sat up and looked around. The room was lit up dimly by fairy lights lining her headboard, mirror, cupboards and other furniture. They were rather dull, but bright enough to let him see she wore a hoody and leggings that hugged her shapely legs. Her straight hair dropped all the way down to the tops of her thighs. She crossed her arms at him before turning around and going to her dresser to grab a remote, giving him a nice view of her ass. He had to admit it bigger than he thought; she was only 5"4 which was tiny to him. She turned back around and pressed a button on it which turned on her LED lights, making the room green. She switched it to red before putting it down and coming to sit infront of him on her queen sized bed.

"Surprised?" he asked, after taking off his shoes and shoving them in the corner under her bed.

He pulled his beanie off and put it in his pocket, unzipping his hoodie before regarding her.

"Well obviously. You scared the shit outta me - I thought I was getting robbed!" she said, beginning a little agitated before shaking her head and smiling.

"I like your hair," he randomly commented, reaching out to twirl a strand around his finger. It was incredibly silky, slipping through his fingers easily.

"I always thought you would have black hair," he continued, oblivious to her expressions.

"Thanks. Wait - did you imagine my hair?" she asked, incredulous.

He nodded and reached forward to lift her and plop her down his lap, before shuffling back to lean against the headboard.

"Zayn," she whispered, frozen.

He just smirked and placed her legs on either side of him before resting his hands on her hips.

"Now we can talk," he said, squeezing gently on her hips

She just looked at him, processing what happened.

"We can talk without me straddling you," she pointed out.

"I can't. Besides I don't see you moving," he also pointed out, laughing.

She just rolled her eyes and looked at him.

"Why did you come? Not that I mind but I'm coming to stay the weekend. Besides this is so risky. And how did you even get in?"

He narrated his whole story, answering her questions in between. Then he began explaining what he had been thinking in his dads car after he had left.

"So what I'm trying to ask is that, uhm, would you have a problem if I begun fighting again? Not like before but another town with a fake name and no involvement in any other stuff, kasmeh," he rushed out.

Syra was quiet for a moment, her eyes flicking around his face before narrowing her eyes and asking,

"Strictly only fighting?"

"Kasmeh," he repeated, nodding.

"Well in that case, yeah. I like that you consulted me about it too -"

"Of course, we're married now-"

"-and I think it's kinda hot -" she abruptly stopped, after realising she had said that aloud.

So she thought his fighting was attractive. Dang, he'd fight all day and night then. He grinned widely, shaking in silent laughter, before sitting up more straight and pulling her closer by her ass. He leaned forward to speak in her ear.

"So you think it's hot, hmm? I wonder what else. Probably a loonnnnggg list, yeah?" he teased, rubbing circles on the tops of her thighs.

Syra lightly pushed at his chest, before wrapping her arms around his neck and throwing her head back to laugh. He nuzzled into her neck, tickling her.

"Yeah, and what about it? Perhaps you aren't the only guy -"

He pushed her back on the bed and hovered over her, pinning her wrists to the bed before looking into her eyes intensely.

"Listen, yeah, I better be the only one. Wouldn't want them to end up as my opponents, hmm?" he whispered to her.

She wriggled under him, saying,

"I was just kidding - at least one of us finds the other hot," she stared back up at him, scowling.

"When did I say I didn't?" he asked.

"You didn't say that you didn't, but nor did you say or imply that you did," she shot back, raising her brows.

Fine then. He'd just have to let her see for herself. Still clutching onto her wrists, he shifted his upper weight onto his elbows and lowered his body onto hers until it was touching, but not putting his weight on her.

"Does this imply enough," he whispered as soon as his erection through his trousers had come to rest on her thigh.

She was completely frozen, breathing hard as she met his eyes. Her pupils dilated, before she bit her lip and looked away.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, jutting her chin out.

"We'll see about that," he spoke firmly.

He leaned back for a moment to wrap her legs around his midsection before leaning back down again and pressing himself down onto her even more. She gasped and curled her fingers at the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his curls, at his sudden movement. He could now feel her breasts pressing into his chest; he knew she was bra less even through the hoody.

"I think I came across this the day we met," she whispered quietly, her eyes alive with laughter.

Man, he didn't know she had seen that. The thought filled him up with embarrassment.

"Bruh - you saw that?" he asked, shocked.

She nodded, replying,

"And so did my friends,"

Holy shit. How the fuck was he gonna face them. He was sure he was red in the face. Thank the lord the red light was on.

"Mannnnn -"

They both froze, hearing some movement outside. He heard some murmurs and some baby crying, presumably one of her nephews who were currently staying over. They both remained absolutely still, not making a sound. Thank God Syra had the foresight to stuff the crack at the bottom of the door with some clothes so no one could see the light. The voices talked back and forth for a few minutes before he heard them walk back to their respective rooms, only making sure to move after he heard the clicks of their doors shutting and the creaking of their beds.

Syra turned back to him.

She had a mischievous spark in her eye, as if she was about to do something cheeky. He was about to ask her before she wrapped her arms tightly around him, linked her feet at her ankles and pushed her hips into his once, eliciting a muffled groan from him.

She laughed breathily before pulling back her arms and unwrapping her legs from him and rolling out from under him, sitting up. She turned back to look at him, giggling.

He narrowed his eyes at her, cocking an eyebrow. His facial expresssion said I'll get you back for this later, don't you worry about it.

"Sneak," he muttered before sitting up and straightening himself.

"I better get going, Syra," he said after a moment.

She nodded and walked to the sill, making way for him to leave while he wore his shoes and beanie. He walked over to her and hugged her, this time careful to keep his lower body away from her. She stepped back and he climbed onto her sill, pushed the window open and dangler his legs out. He heard Syra climb up behind him.

He inched forward, slowly, making sure to not make too much noise shuffling about. Before he could push himself out, Syra leaned forward and placed her hands on each side of his head and turned it her way. She met his eyes and leaned forward to place her lips on his.

It lasted only a second, her plump lips softly pressing into his, briefly, before she pulled back. He couldn't see her expression; it was hidden by her hair. He stayed still for a moment before leaning forward again to repeat the same brief action before smiling at her and pushing himself out of the window and onto the ledge.

She smiled down at him shyly from the window, waving as he hopped down from the ledges to the bottom ones and onto the floor. He ran out to the street and looked back at her. She waved at him and he saluted back, seeing her smile before he ran off into the night, his lips still tingling.

A cold shower awaited him.

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Hope you liked the chapter. I kept on smiling while writing it I'm not used to this typa stuff.

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