*Zoe Rivas*

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"May I leave now? My team needs me, they depend on me to be in the gym everyday on time." He lets out a sigh, "I guess so. This subject is done with discussion for now anyways. Carry on." As scared as I was, it still hasn't persuaded me to discontinue distributing naked pictures.

I arrive with the rest of the team and sit them down for a serious talk. "They're on to us. Tell me how this is happening? Anyone want to explain?" I place my hands on my hips and watch as everyone steps back a foot, staying quiet. "Alright, let's forget about it now. So, Frankie..."

She gives me a friendly grin, while stepping aside from the rest of the girls. "What's up Zo?" When she realizes the look on my face, her expressions change into a worried sad way. "Why haven't you been contributing nudes like the rest of us have been?" Her voice becomes a bit firm, "Because it's just not who I am." She bluntly states, looking me straight into the eyes.

"you've only given one picture this whole time. Start distributing a lot more pictures, or you're off the team. Your choice." I chastise her, watching as her cheeks shade darker and her nerves reveal. "I guess.... I quit then."

As the team tries to convince me to let her stay, I shrug off every one of them and keep a stern look on my face. "No means no, you guys." The team finally ends their whining and gets to work, as I demand fiercely. After a long few hours of straight practice, everyone leaves with a frown on their face and an emptiness that expresses the loss of Frankie.

"Tomorrow's a new day guys, remember that. We never needed her, she was just an extra." I include, but they ignore me as I expected them to do. When the last person leaves, I shut off the gymnasium's light and head out the big wooden doors. As I begin heading down the hallway, I slip in a puddle of sticky coke on the floor and trip into a random's arms.

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Zayn Malik

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After spending the extra hours seated in a boring classroom, catching up on all my work, I leave the silent room and head down the hall. I begin texting Liam, informing him that i'm on my way back to the dorm, but stop in my tracks as someone trips and falls into my arms.

And, that someone appears to be Zoe Rivas. "Zayn, why are you here? Especially this late in the afternoon?" She asks me, while I tilt my head down and stare deep into the center of her eyes. As hard as I try, I unsuccessfully keep within boundaries of touching Zoe.

We stay in position, as I tightly wrap my arms around her perfect waste and crash my lips against hers. I jump far ahead and uncontrollably rip her shirt off from her fit body, shoving my chest against hers. "This is so...wrong..." I listen closely, as she whispers softly into my ear. "But feels...so right." I say along with her in unison.

The each of us, somehow, end up in a janitor's closet and in just a flash, we both end up nude, and pressed up against each other. I slide easily inside of her and we both carry on with similar movements, enjoying every bit of the pleasure that fulfills us.

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Zoe Rivas

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We moan our loudest as we hit our high, slowly releasing from eachother's grip. "I'm going to regret this." I pant, struggling for a deep breath. We keep still against the facing walls, with us squished in between the small space and remaining silent. We stare back and forth at one another, leaving this awkward era to surface the room. "Would you quit ignoring me?" He gets slightly angry and clenches down on his teeth. "I'm still upset with you."

I admit, while he obliges and starts getting frustrated too. "Please, talk to me more. We just had sex." A smile etches on my face and I begin to blush. "Why are you suddenly smiling?" He leans his face closer to mine, focused and confused.

"There's something about the way you say things, that I just can't get over." We both smile now, as ours noses begin to touch. "Be with me." He says in a low husk, placing his soft lips over mine ever so gently.

"I don't know Zayn, after what you said about the murder case with Haydee..." I pull away, as our previous conversation on the phone plays over and over in my head. "Alright.. I'm sorry. Okay? I was pretty fucking drunk that day." I roll my eyes and shake my head, "So that's your excuse?"

"No, I guess... Not."

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Author's Note:

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Hey guys, thank you for all your constant support! Keep up the wonderful votes and make sure to comment! *tears fall like Niagra* it is true. Zayn Javaad Malik is officially out of the band:(