Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

Show Me The Way

Chapter 9

EVIE’S POV:

Fucking Zayn Malik, walking into the cafe after ignoring all of my pathetically constant calls for the past four days and acting like everything was perfectly fine.
I wanted to yell at him, and slap him, and tell him off. But I couldn’t do that.
Because I was working, and there were some people trying to enjoy their coffee and tea and stuff and it just wasn’t really the correct time for a temper tantrum.
“What do you want?” I said instead, not making eye contact with him.
“Uh... Tea. Please.” He said, sitting at one of the tall stools. His shoulders slumped and his elbows rested on the counter, he watched as I took a china cup from the shelves, putting a tea bag and hot water into it. I grabbed a small container of milk and bowl of sugar.
“Thanks.” He said quietly as I set the cup in front of him. I didn’t respond, but just went back to work. He stayed quiet too, sipping his tea and twirling a pen around and around between his fingers. He looked exhausted, but as gorgeous as always. he wore a dark green sweater under his brown jacket and black jeans, his hair wasn’t as styled as it sometimes is, as it went out wildly in different directions. He had a decent amount of stubble across his face and a few pendants hung from his neck. You know, if he weren't so damn pretty it would be way easier not to look at him. But instead, I found myslef stealing glances a few times.

I went over to a few tables, taking cash and credit cards, along with empty plates and cups. I was trying to keep busy so I didn’t have to deal with the moody boy sitting in front of me. But about 15 minutes later, there wasn’t a single thing left to do. And trust me, I tried. I reorganized the cash in the register, started the huge dishwasher, organized all the extra sugar bowls...
But eventually, I realized I was going to have to face him. It was obvious he wasn’t leaving any time soon.

“Is there something that you want?” I asked angrily, spinning around to find Zayn sitting with an empty cup of tea next to him, and that same small notepad lying on the counter, the pen still in his hand. He looked up at me, quickly grabbing the book and attempting to stuff it into his jacket pocket.
“What the hell is that thing?!” I said, trying to snatch it from him, and failing.
“Nothing!” He said back, pulling away.
“It’s obviously not nothing if you won’t let me see it.”
“It’s nothing you need to know about!” He snapped, raising his voice. I noticed the few people sitting around glance up towards us.
“Will you lower your voice? For god’s sake... Come on-” I grabbed his arm, tugging him behind the counter and into the back room where we had a bit more privacy.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He shrugged.
“Well you’re gonna have to come up with a response, because that one isn’t really working for me. You ignore me for four fucking days, and then show up here and try to act like nothing’s wrong. What the fuck Zayn?!” He didn’t say anything, just watched as I made an ass out of myself.
“Okay, awesome, you’re not gonna say anything. That’s fine, make’s my job a hell of alot easier-” I said quickly, trying to get around him. But before I could, he grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking away.
“I’m fucked up, Evie...” He said quietly, loosening his grip on my forearm.
“What?” I said, confused.
“I’m so...messed up, in my head. I just- this is what I do. It’s not just you, it’s everyone. I treat the people that I care about the most like complete shit. And I have no fucking clue why...” His voice was low and quiet, his head hung so I couldn’t look him in the eyes.
I couldn’t speak, anything I would say i’m sure would sound stupid. But I wanted to say something...
“Um. I’m sorry.” I managed to respond. It sounded idiotic.
“You don’t need to apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong. I have. I... ignored you, and I hated it. But I couldn’t stop. I was scared that, I was getting too close to you...” His words were scaring me, I had no clue where he was going with this. “- And... I shouldn’t be scared. I know I shouldn’t. You’re, well, you’re maybe the best thing that’s happened to me. I’ve been a wreck for months. And then, I met you, and I was turning back into the person I used to be.”
“Well, that’s a bit of pressure.” I hated the words the second they were said. I tend to do that, make stupid jokes during serious moments. It was one of my biggest faults. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” I said quietly.
“No! Stop it! You don’t need to keep apologizing to me!” Zayn said,, his voice rising. He stepped away from me, a strange look of sadness and frustration on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, taking a deep breath.
“What do you want me to say then? I don’t know what you want from me. You act like we’re friends. You even act like you like- I mean, I don’t, you just- You act like i’m even just slightly important to you! And then, you go days without speaking to me, or returning my calls. And now, you drop this on me. And i just don’t know what to make of it. What do you want from me, Zayn? Just be honest. Please.” He still said nothing. Every time I attempted to ask the big questions, he couldn’t come up with an answer. “If you’re not gonna really talk to me, this whole thing is pointless. You’re so secretive all the time. Jesus Christ! Like, why won’t you let me see what you have in that stupid book, huh? What can be so important that you won’t let me see it?! Like, really.” He had pulled the book out of his pocket. I grabbed for it. And at first he tried to put up a fight. But eventually, I managed to grab it from him. I flipped to a random page, seeing small doodles of random objects; birds, teacups, his glasses...
“So what? You draw?” I said, looking up at him to find him staring intensely at me. He tends to do that a lot, and it never fails to make me feel squeamish. He didn’t respond, so I flipped to another page. There was a detailed picture of a beer bottle. Skimming the next few pages, I stopped suddenly when something caught my eye;
It was a picture, of a girl. She had dark hair, and large eyes, and she was wearing a sweater, holding a cup of coffee... She looked like me.
I was astonished. It was incredible, the amount of detail that had been put into it. Then I noticed that on the next page, there was another picture of the girl; She wore an apron around her waist, her hair in a messy bun and falling into her face, holding a tray of plates. They’re just sketches, but they’re still amazing. I didn’t even know he was artistic. I mean, not like this...
I looked up at Zayn, seeing that same serious look on his face. His jaw was set and his eyes were boring into me. I felt suddenly nervous, but I didn’t know why. I could sense that the mood had shifted in the room, the air seeming to become more condensed. He was so close to me, I could feel his presence around me.
“Who is this?” I asked stupidly. I held the book in my hands, tilting it towards him.
“It’s you.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you draw me?”
“Because I like looking at you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re pretty.”

Our quick conversation was cut short when I found myself at a loss for words. His responses were so honest that they almost scared me. What was he saying? What was he telling me? I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but with the way he was looking at me and what he was saying, I almost didn’t have a choice.
“You asked me what I want from you. And what I want; Is you.” He spoke slowly. I felt light headed, even more so than earlier. He was saying all of the things I had wanted to hear, but I was scared. Because even though I couldn’t admit this to anyone; Zayn did scare me a little bit. And the past four days have only proved that to me more. I wondered if he really did like me, or if it was just a faze for him, a new girl every month, every week... Would he eventually just get bored of me and move on? I knew this was stupid, since I felt like I did know him. But I couldn’t help but wonder how this would go in the long run.
But then there’s the thought of; does any of that shit really matter? I really like him, alot. And I’ve wondered this entire time if he liked me too. And now, here he was, telling me he did and I was being insane by overanalyzing it all like this.

I looked from the book, to him, and back and forth once more.
“There are really good...” I said quietly.
“Evie, look at me.” He practically whispered, tilting my chin upwards so he could look me in the eyes. “You wanted me to be honest with you.” His face was just an inch or two away from mine now and I could see every detail of it perfectly.
“I know. I do, want you to be...” I averted his gaze.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I’m thinking... that you don’t really know that much about me. And that’s not your fault. I haven’t opened up enough, I never do. I hold so much back, and hide it from everyone. And I want you to know all of these things about me... but i’m scared. And I don’t know why.”
“You’re scared of me...” He said to himself. It wasn’t a question directed towards me, just a general statement. He turned away slightly.
“But, I don’t think I am. Not really. Not in the way you think I would be. I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me. I’m fucked up too Zayn, seriously. It’s the last thing you need. And this-” I said, pointing to the notebook still in my hands. “-Is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done.” We both stood there for a few seconds, just standing and staring at eachother. Neither of us moved, I didn’t feel like I could. And finally, he just mumbled “Well, fuck it.”, took two steps in my direction,
and kissed me.
His hands immediately went to either side of my face, cupping it, harshly at first, but then much gentler. Zayn’s notebook fell from my hands as they gripped his shoulder, hoping not fall backwards with his force. But the kiss quickly went from hard and desperate, to slow and gentle. His lips were soft and perfect, a stark comparison from his harsh exterior. His large hands held my tightly against him, rubbing circles on the exposed skin at my waist, giving my goosebumps. I felt his tongue slide along my bottom lip, expertly moving with mine in a way that took my breath away. My hands ran up and down his arms, eventually winding my fingers into his thick hair. The kiss was perfect, making my insides explode. I wanted it to last forever, but it couldn’t. It only took the sound of someone dropping something just outside the door for us to quickly pull apart.
“I’m sorry- I need to get out there.”
“Yeah, no problem.” We both spoke breathlessly. I straightened my shirt, combing my fingers through my hair. Without another word, I rushed out into the cafe, greeted with a spilled hot chocolate and shattered cup and saucer. It took awhile to clean up and get the customer a fresh one. When I was finished, I was disappointed to see that Zayn’s seat was empty. But, in his place, sat a folded piece of paper. I opened it, seeing a silly little doodle of what I assumed to be him; spiky hair, big toothy smile and all. “I wanna see you later. I’ll come by at 7.” The note read. I smiled to myself, placing the note in the pocket of my jeans. I was completely useless for the rest of my shift, unable to get any orders right. Thank god Nate wasn’t there to see this or I might’ve been out of a job. But it almost didn’t matter. I was too happy and excited to care.

Comments

Love it!
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