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Show Me The Way

Chapter 11

EVIE’S POV:

“But what if we get caught?!” I giggle as Zayn pulls me out of the cafe and into the back room. You could say this has become our go-to spot over the last few days, ever since he first kissed me back here. But usually it was when the cafe was empty, or when there was just that one old man who sat at the back table for hours on end. But currently, almost every table was filled and Grace was working and Niall was sitting at the counter and any one of them could walk back here at and second.

“Well we’ll just have to be careful, now won’t we?” He grinned, shutting the door behind him and pressing me up against it. I took in a short breath as his lips descended towards my neck, kissing and gently sucking at the sensitive skin. He knew just what to do to make me forget about everything but him.

“Oh, jesus…” I breathed, tilting my head backwards to give him more room. His hands gripped my waist tightly, keeping me securely in this spot. Without hesitation, I pulled his head up so I could kiss him properly. He stumbled backwards slightly, taking me with him. His hands moved from my waist, to the small of my back, and then downwards so they cupped the back of my thighs.

“We really- don’t have much time.” I managed to get out. But Zayn didn’t seem to be listening. He was a bit too busy at the moment… So I decided to give up for now, and just enjoy.

“You look very fit today.” He mumbled as I kissed the corner of his lips, teasing him.

“Oh, Really? Thanks.”

“This top’s a bit low…” He said, toying with the neckline of my t shirt. I had worn it on purpose, and I think he knew that. I had seen him watching me all afternoon.

“Oh, sorry, do you not like it?” I said with mock innocence, gazing up at him with wide eyes.

“I never said that.” He practically growled in response, moving one hand to the nape of my neck so he could kiss me again.

“Maybe I should start wearing turtlenecks…” I continued, sensing his aggravation, which I really just found amusing. “Would you still like me if I wore turtlenecks?” I giggled, pulling away from him slightly. He finally looked my in the eyes, a playful smile on his face.

“I think I could handle a turtleneck. But those braces I saw in that picture of you in your living room? That’d be a whole different story.” He laughed at himself, I slapped him playfully, trying not go giggle.

“Zayn, That’s horrible! Not just to me, but the fact that you BEST. FRIEND. had braces until like, a year ago.”

“Yeah, but Niall’s cute, he pulled those train tracks off damn well.” He laughed, clearly just joking with me. “Besides, braces wouldn’t stop me from liking you…” I grinned like an idiot, my eyes fluttering closed as his pointer finger continued to trace the neckline of my shirt, moving up and running along my collarbone…

“You’ve got goosebumps.” He whispered in my ear. I still didn’t open my eyes.“Am I making you nervous…?” I still couldn’t respond. I just let a small little moan escape my lips. “That’s what I thought…” Zayn pretty much purred into my ear. With my eyes still closed, I leaned forward, finding him lips easily. I felt him smirk into the kiss, clearly pleased with himself. I might’ve tried to think of a clever comeback, I didn’t like to let him win all the time. But everything about this moment was way too nice to ruin with my ramblings.

“I can’t believe we spent so much timenot doing this.” He said between kisses, his hand cupping my chin while the other stayed tangled in my hair.

“Hmmm… we really were missing out…” I agreed, tugging lightly on his hair, quickly learning that he seemed to really enjoy when I did that.

“You think we could do more of this - later - tonight - my place?” He spoke quickly, leaving a trail of kisses from my lips, across my jaw, to my ear.

“I think that could be arranged.”

“Good, because I have plans-”

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE PAIR OF YOU DOIN- OH SHIT!” Suddenly, Nathan’s booming voice filled the room. Zayn and I quickly pulled apart, a look of amusement look on Zayn’s face. While I most likely looked like I was about to be scolded in school by my teacher.

Nate just smirked, pointed at Zayn, said “ I told you so “, and walked out.

“Um, what was that about?” I asked once Nate was gone.

Zayn chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Well, uh, a couple weeks ago Nate sorta tricked me into telling him I fancied you. And I asked him not to say anything… And he said something like; He was gonna let fate do it’s job. But when we ended up together, he would tell me he told me so. So yeah… that’s what he did.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Thank god for Nate! Seriously, he was the best.

I didn’t joke with him about it, I knew he wouldn’t want that. I just smiled, standing on my toes to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “ We should get out there; I don’t want to be a bad worker, and you don’t want to be late for Dr. Block. But i’ll see you later. Your place?” Zayn smiled and nodded, leading the way back into the cafe, where a bunch of interesting looks were given to us by not only Nate; but Grace and Niall. Great, now all three people I spend the most time with have caught Zayn and I making out in a dark room. Perfect.

ZAYN’S POV:

“You seem to be doing fairly well.” Dr. Block said, adjusting her glasses.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“May I ask why?”

“I think you know.” I responded with a smirk.

“Enlighen me, Zayn.”

“Well, Evie- Will Baylor’s sister- And I are sort of… together. I think.”

“You ‘think’ you’re together?”

“Well, I mean, we are! But it’s just not, like, an official thing with a label. At least, not yet.”

“So, you want it to be?”

I thought for a moment, realizing that if someone had asked me if I wanted ot be in a serious relationship 6 months ago, I would’ve laughed. But now… i’m not so sure.

“I think I just, want her to really know me. Not the person in the press, or the person I pretend to be; all cool and collected. But actually me. I’m just worried she’ll realize how fucked up I am…” Dr. Block nodded. “So… any advice?”

“Zayn, you know that my job isn’t to give advice.” She said, telling me this for the millionth time.

“Well then fuck, i’m paying a hell of a lot to talk ot myself.” I said, only half joking.

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“You know, you’re sort of staring to be a bad influence on me…” Evie giggled, taking the joint from me and placing it between her lips. She tilted her head back into the crook between my shoulder and neck, snuggling against me as she took a hit.

“Oh really? I guess I missed your the part where you protested.” She laughed, hitting me gently on the chest.

“Shut up…” She said lazily. “I really like this song, you know?” The TV was on the Charts TV channel and there was an old music video from the 90’s playing.

She got up and I couldn’t help but watched her ass as she moved towards the TV, grabbing the remote. “You gonna dance for me?” I asked jokingly. She gave me a smirk, shaking her hips to the music, twirling around and letting her hair fan out around her. I watched intently, taking in every angle of her body. She took a few steps closer to me, eventually sitting on my lap, straddling my waist.

Did you enjoy that?” She whispered in my ear. I nodded. “Good.” She smiled contently, leaning into me, pressing her body against mine. I wrapped one arm around her, the other still holding the half-finished joint. I took a long drag, tilted Evie’s chin upwards, and blew the smoke into her mouth. She closed her eyes, seeming to enjoy it. Without thinking or caring, I dropped the rest of the joint into the ashtray on the table next to me, now wrapping both arms around Evie.

“You’re all prickly!” She whined as my cheek brushed against her’s. laughed, burying my face in her neck.

“Your hair smells good…” I said, kissing up her neck.

“Zayn?”

“Hm?” I was a bit distracted.

“I’m hungry.”

“Let’s see what we can find.” I said, grabbing her and throwing her over my shoulder, walking into the kitchen. She squealed, giggling as I plopped her down on the counter.

“He have…” I opened the fridge, glancing around at its contents, which were sparse.

“Is that Nutella?!” Evie said excitedly from behind me. i grabbed the unopened jar, opening it for her. She dipped her pointer finger in, licking the contents off.

“Are you trying to tease me…?” I joked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She responded aimlessly, eventually grabbing a spoon from the drawer next to her and continuing to lick the Nutella seductively form it.

“I think you do…” I moved across the kitchen so I was standing in front of her, between her legs. My hands rested on her thighs. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” I smiled, leaning in and licking a bit of Nutella off of her bottom lip.

“Are yo calling me a tease, Zayn Malik?” She asked, her mouth gaping open in mock offense.

“I dunno… you’re wearing that low cut top… and now with the licking… and that sexy little dance earlier. What am I meant to call it?”

She grinned devilishly. “Not sure…” She pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist, dropping the spoon and jar of Nutella in the sink to her right. “I guess it depends on what you do about it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, distracted by twirling a lock of her hair around my finger while my other hand still rested on her thigh.

“Well, if you pretend to ignore it, then i’m throwing myself at you; which is embarrassing. If you decide to actually do something about it, then… I guess I still am throwing myself at you. Which I guess makes me desperate.” She meant it as a joke, but I didn’t want her to see herself that way.

I frowned; “You aren’t desperate. And you’re not throwing yourself at me. Both of those things would mean i’m not interested; which I definitely am.” We both smiled.

“That does make me feel a little better.” She admitted, wrapping ehr arms around my neck.

With that, I lifted her up, placing both of my hands on her bum, and talked her into my bedroom.

The lights were off and my bed was unmade. The semi-sensible side of me wished I had tidied up a bit, while the still-stoned side didn’t care. I placed Evie down on my bed, crawling up so I was hovering above her. Her hair fanned out all around her, blue eyes sparkling and a small grin on her pretty face.

“You’re cute.” I said.

“Cute?”

“Yeah…”

“Well so are you.”

I’m cute?”

“Yes. You are.” I didn’t argue with her. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her. After a minute or two, her hand went to the back of my neck, allowing me to deepen the kiss, teasing her mouth open with my tongue. She obliged, kissing me back, progressively getting more forceful as we went along.

She pulled away slightly, both of us catching oru breath. “Damn, Zayn, do you purposely keep it like 100 degrees in here?” I laughed.

“It is a bit warm, isn’t it?”

“It really is!”

“I think I can think of a solution…” I moved my hand to the bottom of her shirt, not moving until I got the okay from her. She nodded. I slowly pulled her t shirt up and over her head. She wore a light pink lace bra. I was mesmerized by it for some reason.

“Hey, eyes are up here.” She joked.

“Sorry.” I murmured, looking her directly in the eyes.

“I think we need to be even.” She stated, pulling at my shirt until it was discarded on the ground with hers. “That’s better.”

“Much. Better.” I spoke between small kisses being left across her chest and up her neck. Her one hand gripped my shoulder, while the other traced across my jaw line, moving down towards my collarbone, tugging at the pendant that hung around my neck.

A few minutes passed, and it was clear which way this was going. Things were getting more heated by the second; whether it was her leg wrapping itself around my waist, or my pelvis grinding against her. I couldn’t control myself, everything was going at warped speed.

Until suddenly; it wasn’t.

“Wait!” She said in a panic, panting heavily.

“What? What’s wrong?!”

“I’m sorry. Um, wow. I’m really sorry. I don’t really know what- Uh… I don’t know. I just- Okay, I just need to say it…- I’m a virgin! Okay?! And I’m just gonna assume that you’re- not. So, if we could just… slow down, for a second? I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out or spring that on your or anything, I just felt like I needed to say it now, before anything else might…happen. My head’s spinning.” She covered her face with her hands in embarassment. I gently pulled them away, holding them in mine.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I was…leading you on…”

“No. You weren’t. It really is okay. I promise.”

And oddly enough, it really was.

“Zayn, you don’t have to lie just to make me feel better. I’m not that obvious.”

“I’m not lying! Honestly. Do I want you? Hell yes. Am I gonna force you, or make you do anything you’re not ready for? Never.” SHe managed to crack a smile at this, squeezing my hand, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

I didn’t want to lose control with Evie, or make her feel anything but safe with me. But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t difficult sometimes.

EVIE’S POV:

If it were anyone else, I would feel completely mortified by what I had did and said. But Zayn made everything feel so comfortable, which I was extremely grateful for. After explaining to him my Virgin status, everything was able to calm down a bit. He plugged his iPod into their speakers, playing music softly throughout his room.

“What about this one?” I asked, tracing the outline of the tattoo that adorned the skin right below his left collarbone.

“It says “Be true to who you are” in Arabic.”

“And this one?” I said, moving my hand downwards, to the heart on his right hip.

“Well, that one was to cover up another one that I got bored of.” I laughed, thankful that not everything he did had to have some deep, special meaning. It made him a bit more human.

“And this?” I asked, touching the microphone on his right arm.

“Other than the fact that i’m a singer? It just looks fucking sick.” We both laughed. “Would you ever get one?” He asked.

“I dunno. I guess if I thought of something really good. But I have like, a really low pain tolerance. So i’m not sure I would be able to handle it. I guess i’m just not as cool as you are.” I joked.

“Hey, we both know that that one’s true.” He laughed. I gave him a playful slap on the chest.

We were silenty for a few moments. But it was a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, for being so great about everything. I really do appreciate it.” I spoke softly, my head still resting on his bare chest. I still didn’t have my shirt on and you might’ve thought I would feel overexposed or uncomfortable. But I didn’t, not at all. In fact, I felt more content than I had in a really long time.

Zayn gently ran his hand up and down my arm, kissing the top of my head.

“You’re welcome.”

Comments

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Maura_E Maura_E
10/30/13
unfortunately, i am STILL not able to post on this site for unknown reason, but i just posted the new chapter on my blog yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! so yeah, you can go to notarealhipster.tumblr.com and click on the 'fanfics' tag and all my fics with their newest chapters are there :)
also, i started writing a non-fic story (it's a New Adult romance-fiction thing) called 'Change My Mind'. There's a tab for that on my blog too, so i hope maybe some of you will read it and like it. thank you so much if you do !!!!! <3
notarealhipster notarealhipster
8/20/13
** IMPORTANT **

I'm really sorry guys, but for some reason it isn't letting me post Chapter 28 on here. I've tried a bunch of time,s but it isn't working. But I posted the chapter on my blog HERE so if you wanted to read it, it's there :)
notarealhipster notarealhipster
7/13/13
Its like you never update UGHHH