Dark Light

Violet Rashthed, a beautiful, bright girl, moves into a new town. The town is dark and mysterious, and full of secrets. But then she meets the dark and mysterious Zayn Malik. Zayn always flirts with her, even if it's just to bug her. One day, Zayn shows up at her house, with a gash on his forehead. She helps him clean up. After that moment, they begin realizing how much they cared for each other. Violet goes through pain, suffering, heartbreak, and thrill. But I guess that's what happens when you fall in love with a werewolf.


7. Fun, Trouble, & A Little Surprise

Chapter 7

Turns out, I didn't need to worry about school, I got sick anyways. Which, in my dictionary, was horrible. It meant that I was stuck in bed, barfing my way to heaven, or hell, for I have done some bad things in my lifetime. I didn't go to church as often as Mother Teresa, but I was a certified Catholic. This is exactly what I thought about every time I got sick. I would worry about dying and every ten minutes I would throw up. This time though, it was significantly different. I was laying on the couch, my headache pulsing throughout my veins, and my brain was stuck on one thing. Well I guess one person. A boy. A boy who was also a wolf. I think we all know where this one is headed here. 


How could one person, one single human being, ever even begin to make me feel how he does. How he makes my heart race, how I curse at myself every time I blush when I'm around him. How my mother doesn't approve. How I always know when he's around, for the room gets warmer, almost safer. Only I have one question. How can Finn make me feel the complete opposite? I feel like there is tension between Zayn and Finn but I have no clue what it is. They are both werewolfs, so shouldn't they just get along? I feel like Zayn is rejected by Finn, but Zayn doesn't care. 

My thoughts are interrupted by a warm breeze and my heart hammering.

"Hey, Zayn." I say without turning around. I knew it was him, he was the only one who could do that.

He falls onto the couch next to me. "Shouldn't you be at school?" I ask. 

He smirks at me and winks. "I guess I should be asking you the same question." I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks just from the sound of his voice.

I look at my lap. "I'm sick." I say silently.

He leans onto his knees. "You don't look very sick."

"Well I am."

"How so?"

"I just am."

"Well maybe if you told me, I could help-"

"Girl problems." I blurt. I slap my hand over my mouth. I don't even know why I said that. I feel my ears burn with embarrassment. 

Zayn leans back and laughs. "That's all you had to say." He says, throwing his hands in the air. 

I glare at him. He ignores it and kicks up his feet, turning on the TV. I stand up. "Maybe you should leave." I say, sternness in my voice. I don't know why I wanted him to leave, I don't even know if I wanted him to leave I just couldn't control myself.

He looks up and me. He can tell I'm serious so he stands up. He takes a step closer and I feel my breathing picking up its pace. 

"What?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I-I thi-think y-you should lea-leave." I stutter. He is now right in front of me, and I can feel his hot breath on my skin. I lower my face, so his lips almost brush my neck. 

"I think you and I both don't want that, huh?" He asks, seductively. His lips brush over my neck, making be jump backward. He grabs me gently but firmly and pulls me towards him. He presses his lips against my neck, causing me to moan. He moves farther up my neck towards my ear, and he tugs on my ear lobe, making me moan even louder, which causes a loud rumble split through his chest which I think was laughter. 

His hand travels from under my thigh to my stomach, going under my shirt, tugging it up to touch the exposed skin. His lips make a line across my jaw and finally make it to my chin. He kisses the corners of my lips before kissing me full on the lips. He puts both hands underneath my thighs, making me straddle him. I roll my fingers through his hair, making massaging motions as I do. 

He begins to walk me up the stairs, before pulling me up higher and he kisses my collarbone. He looks at me and I nod. He lifts my shirt up and off. I straddle him in nothing but my jeans and bra. He takes me the rest of the way to my room. He lays me down on my bed, and makes a trail of kisses from my collarbone to right above my jeans. As he does this, he brushes his fingers over my covered breasts. 

I moan loudly and pull him up to my face. He smiles at my sudden action and kisses me harder. 

All of a sudden, I hear something downstairs. Zayn keeps working on my neck, but then I hear a voice. 

"Vi, I'm home early today!" My mother yells. 

I panic and push Zayn off me. He looks at me with frightened eyes as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I pull the shirt over my head and quickly point to my balcony. He nods and makes his way over. 

He stops mid-way to the balcony, turns, and lightning fast comes back to me, pecks me on the cheek, winks, and is gone.

"Hey, Vi. I thought since you were sick, I'd come home and take care of you and keep you company." My mom says through the doorway.

"You really didn't have to do that." I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh but I wanted too! I'm going to make some soup!" She says, leaving. What she didn't know is that she almost just caught me making out with a guy she doesn't approve of. I pull the blankets over my head and smile to myself.

This was the first time I had disobeyed my mother on something of this stanza. I bite my lip and remember how his lips tasted. How they felt rough, but sweet, almost like hard candy, against mine. I pull my fingers up and I touch my lips where his had previously been. 

I turn over and bury my face in my pillow. Then, I scream. I scream and pound my hands and feet against my bed. After I'm done, I turn over and smile to my ceiling. 

I am startled by my phone ringing throughout the room. I search with my hands until I find it. 

"Hello?" I say happily. 

"We'll someone's happy." Willa laughs on the other end. 

"Hey Willa just because you're at school being boring can't mean I'm at home being boring too." I mentally laugh to myself because why I had been doing only minutes ago was most definitely not boring.

"Well I was just wondering if you were doing okay, because you know you weren't at school so, we were all pretty worried." I hear voices in the background. "Especially Finn, he was the one who told me to call you." 

I feel my heart drop and smile fade. "Oh."

"Vi? You okay?" Willa asks, worry etched in her voice.

"Yeah I just don't feel too well, you know I am sick." I over exaggerate and silently hit my palm to my face.

"Oh, okay well I'll leave you to... Being sick I guess! Bye!"

"Bye." I say miserably. I had just lied to my best friend. I groan and lay back in bed. I try to sleep, but so many thoughts were going through my mind, I couldn't focus.

Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. That's all I could think. 

'What?'I hear. Okay that was not my voice. 

"Hello? Is someone there?" I ask. Looking around.

'Not there, here.' I hear again. 


'Sup, Babe?'

And at that point, I pass out.

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