Stephanie Evans was the innocent young girl. She seemed to have the perfect life. Great in school, shy, and the perfect child to her parents. Her parents have been planning to move to Bradford so her father can get a good job. Stephanie has to say good bye to her friends back home and leave the school she loved. She expects nothing good from this move and hates having to leave. Would she have found herself falling in love with a boy who was the complete opposite of her ? Zayn malik comes into her life and makes upon on her innocence. Will she actually develop feelings for this Bradford bad boi & fall in love ? Read to find out in INNOCENCE.


18. Is This Love?

| Zayn's POV |

I wake up content. Differently than all the others times I have. With Stephanie next to me. In my clothing. It was all so new all so different. She makes me soft. She calms me. She gives me these feelings...

It all frightens me. The way she makes me feel scares the shit out of me But I'm okay with that. I've never woken up to a beautiful girl next to me since my sister was small and scared of the dark. I've never woken up to a girl cuddled up next to me holding onto me and in my clothing. This was all new. My arm was securely on her waist and my head leaned on hers. Whenever my chest went up and down she would follow. She was beautiful. She was with me and I don't know why. An angel like her could have done better than me. I didn't deserve her or this. I slowly got out bed and tucked her back in. She stirred a little but didn't wake. I walked over to the bathroom and looked at my face. I signed at the sight of my beat up face but hey it could of been worse. I lifted my shirt and frowned at the bruises on my stomach and chest. I looked up at the mirror and saw stephanie at the door with a frown on her face looking at the reflection on the mirror of my bruises. I quickly dropped my shirt down and turned to her.

"Go to bed love its too early"

"I have to pee" she said cheeks flushing at her choice of words. I chuckled.

"Alright" I nodded and stepped out the bathroom and went down stairs to the kitchen. While Stephanie is upstairs I decide to make breakfast for us. I got out the pancake mix since it was the quickest and easiest. I mixed the milk, eggs, pancake mix, and poured it on the butter covered pan. The sizzling sound of pancake being made in the boiling oil filled the quiet morning room. The neighborhood was quiet around this time and only birds, few cars, and trees were heard. I liked the quiet sometimes. I flipped the pancake and placed it on a plate then pouring more mix into the pan. The sweet smell of pancakes was growing. Another thing I've never done was make breakfast for a lady. They never stayed.

| Stephanie's POV |

I gasped lowly at the sight of zayn's bruised chest and stomach. Who did this to him? Why? Zayn noticed me through the mirror and quickly pulled his shirt down and turned to me.

"Go to bed love its too early"

"I have to pee" I blushed in embarrassment at the fact I said pee.

Zayn walked out and I used the bathroom. After I did I stripped out of my clothing and went inside the shower and turned on the water. The hot water rushed down and washed away all my worries and relaxed me. I looked around for soap and the only one that was to use was the men's dove. It'll do. I washed my body and stood there as the water fell down thinking. I turned off the water and stepped out onto the carpet in the bathroom. I wrapped myself in the towel and got out the bathroom. The smell of pancakes hit me. I smiled then walked over to zayn's drawer in search of clothes. I put on another pair of his boxers and a large white v neck. I let my hair lose and went down stairs to the kitchen and saw Zayn making the pancakes I smelt upstairs. He was still shirtless and in sweats. He honestly looked sexy. I smirked and sat down at the counter (island) in the middle of the kitchen.

"Morning" I cooed.

Zayn turned his head caught off guard by my presence.

"Morning" he smiled then continued to make pancakes and I took interest in my nails. I should go the salon soon to get them done. Zayn turned off the stove and brought the plate of pancakes to the counter and went back to get two plates from the cupboard and syrup. He placed the plates and syrup on the counter and sat next to me.

"Pancakes?" He asked.

I nodded and stabbed the fork into two pancake on the plate filled with them and put it on my plate and he followed. He passed me the syrup and I poured it onto my pancakes then passed back to him.

"Thank you"

he nodded and smiled in reply.

I broke a piece with the fork and ate.


"Mmm, their amazing"

Zayn chuckled.

"Never had pancakes love?" He joked.

"Actually no" I shrugged and he looked at me shocked.

"My mom never made them" I continued. "I wish she did because their good!" I laughed and Zayn did to then smiled at me while I ate in amusement. His eyes left me and he ate his pancakes.


When we finished I took his plate and mine and put in the sink and the syrup into the fridge.

"Where's your mom and Annie?"

"Mums at work and Annie's at a friends" I nodded.


After we are breakfast Zayn went out to do something. I stayed at the house and I'm now in his bed watching the notebook. I love the notebook! Whenever its on TV I watch it. I dream of love like Noah and Allie. They love each other no matter what. Their like a married couple. They fight like its nothing then make up like it never happened. Their love was endless. The middle breaks my heart every time. How she finds new love. The ending always brings me back to happiness when they die together and old. As I watch movie I cry. When the movie finishes thats when Zayn gets back. I go downstairs to see if it was really and it was. He had a large box in his hand.

"What's that?"

"A few buckets of paint"


"Paint fight he smirks"

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