Innocence

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.

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19. Paint Fight

A paint fight? Sounds interesting I guess but my hair...

"But Zayn what ab-"

"Please?" He pulled a puppy face which made me laugh.

"I don't know.."

"C'mon! It'll be fun! I promise!"

"Fine but you're helping me get the paint out of my hair afterwards!"

"Of course love"

I smiled as the butterflies went off in my stomach because of his million dollar smile. Zayn grabbed my hand and guided to the backyard smiling cheekily the whole time. His smile makes me forget his bad boy rep in seconds. Frankly I don't care anymore. He opened the buckets and I sat on the grass waiting and smiling at him. He looked up and eyes met mine.  

 

(A/N: Play 'hey soul sister' if you can!! Please :3)

"Ready?"

I nodded and stood up.

Zayn passed me a paint brush and bucket then fished his pocket and pulled out a phone. Minute later 'Hey Soul Sister' by train played and my face lit up.

"I love that song!" I squealed and Zayn laughed.

"Alright lets get to paint fighting!" He said dipping his brush into the bucket and I did the same. We looked at each other when we finished dipping our brushes and he counted to three with his fingers and we flung paint at each other.

I flung paint at his face and his mouth dropped jokingly then smirked.

"Your gonna get it Evans.." He ran over to me and stopped meters away from my face looking down at me. I felt his breath on my face. He leaned in to kiss me and right before we did he stepped back and slid the brush on my cheek.

"Zayn!" I laughed. "Fine" I dipped my hand in the paint and scooped a lot then threw it at him and he followed. We laughed the whole time. I picked up the bucket and ran behind him, pulled the neck part of his shirt and poured some paint inside. He spun around mouth dropped.

"That. Was. Cold." He said between laughter. I smiled widely giggling and he smiled looking me in the eyes.

"I .." He shook his head.

"What Zayn?"

"Nothing" he smiled weakly then putting his arms around my waist. I studied his face then had an idea. I put paint from the brush on my finger and drew a line under each of his eyes and dots under them then drew a heart on his cheek and giggled when I fished.

"My turn" Zayn said then brushed paint on his finger. I felt the cold paint on his finger touch my face. He looked me in the eyes as he drew then leaned in and I felt his warm soft lips on mine. It was slow but sweet. It was perfect. I kissed back and smiled in the kiss. We pulled back smiling at each other. What are me and Zayn? Where do we stand?

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I said shaking my head and smiled weakly like he had done earlier.

"Stephanie really"

"What are we?"

"What?" He said in confusion.

"Where do we stand Zayn?"

"In the yard.." He joked.

"Seriously" I said hitting his arm then laughed.

"Wherever you want us to" he shrugged.

"No" I said crossing my arms and Zayn frowned.

"You have to ask"

"That kiss wasn't enough?" Zayn scoffed.

I glared.

"Alright alright I will soon just not now"

I smiled.

"Lets go inside and get cleaned up" he said picking up the buckets and brushes. I nodded and rinsed my feet then went inside and upstairs. I went into the room and looked in the mirror. I was covered completely in paint. I went closer to the mirror to see what Zayn drew on my face. I smiled when I saw. He painted a flower on my face and on the other cheek two stick figures and a small heart. It was suppose to be us. I lifted up my shirt and took it off. I was left only in my bra. The paint sinked in and was smudged on my stomach but my black bra was clean. Before I pulled down my pants Zayn walked in.

"Stephanie give me all the pa-" "oh shit sorry sorry" he jerked back and shut the door. I collapsed on the floor laughing loudly.

"Could of warned" he shouted from behind the door.

"Could of knocked" I said between laughter. I stood up and looked at the mirror and saw a man in the yard looking into the window. I screamed loudly.

"Zayn! ZAYN! Zayn get in here Zayn!" I cried screaming. Zayn stormed in worry all over his face. He ran up to me and wrapped me in his arms.

"What's wrong!" I just cried. "Stephanie whats wrong!" I cried and pointed to the window. Zayn walked to the window and looked out.

"There's nothing there stephanie" he said confused. I walked to the window and the man wasnt there anymore.

 

"Yes there was!! He was there !!"

"Who was there!"

"A man! He was in your yard! He was watching me! I swear!!"

Zayn tensed up and went pale.

"What?" I said sniffling.

"A man?" I nodded in response. "Leather jacket?" I nodded again in response.

"Shit.." Zayn mumbled under his breathe.

"What?" I said worried.

"Nothing stephanie don't worry about it" he brought me into his arms again and we stood there as he held me. I buried my face into his neck.

Zayn knew who it was. It was obvious. I tried to ignore what I saw. It was so frightening. He just stood there watching me. No movement. I pulled back from zayn's arms.

"Lets get washed"

"Alright"

Zayn went inside his bathroom and set up the water. I went inside and sat on the toilet. When he set up the shower he stripped out of his clothing. I quickly covered my eyes. Zayn chuckled.

"Your so innocent"

"Am not!"

"Then uncover your eyes"

"No"

"Whatever goody goody" I could sense the smirk on his face. "I'm in" he said and I uncoverd my eyes. He was already in the shower.

Am I really a goody goody ? I frowned at the thought. I am..

A idea came to mind. I debated whether I should do it or not. Would he get mad? Would he think im moving to fast? What if he doesn't like my body...

To hell with it. I pulled down my pants and stayed in my bra and underwear. I pulled back the shower door and stepped in quietly and slowly. His back was facing me and I reached my arms over his shoulders and covered his eyes. Zayn chuckled. He turned around smirking. "Bad ass eh?" Zayn mocked. "Shut up" I joked. He smiled.

I turned and grabbed the shampoo then squeezed it onto my hand. I rubbed my hands together then started to massage the shampoo in zayn's hair to get the paint out. He stood there staring at me. I began to get self conscience and frowned as I washed his hair. When I finished with the shampoo I rinsed his hair out and the paint was gone including the paint on his face.

"You're beautiful"

My cheeks flushed.

"You don't know it" he stated. He was right.

"You always try to hide your body, when I stare at you all you do is try to cover yourself" "you frown when I compliment you" "you are beautiful stephanie believe it".

I let my head drop on his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Your amazing ya know" I said lowly.

"I know" he smiled.

We finished showering and Zayn helped get the paint out my hair. We got out the shower and my bra was soaked including my underwear.

"You got any clothes?"

"Yeah, drawer" he said drying his body with a towel. I went through his drawer in search of something. I pulled out a black shirt and put it on. I found a pair of big sweats and slid them on. Zayn had a white t shirt and sweats.

"I need to go home"

"Why?"

"I sneaked out Zayn.."

"Yeah and don't do it again. I'll take you let's go". He grabbed the keys from his dresser and we walked out.

-

We got to my door. I was gone for a night and a full day. My mom is going to freak. We got to my door and I knocked. Minutes later my mom opens the door. Anger and worry visible in her face.

"Stephanie Marie Evans where the bloody hell were you!"

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