Young and Reckless

After Ava's little sister Layla passes and Ava promises to dedicate her life to her what will it drive Ava to do?


11. Chapter 10

Ava's P.O.V

     I yawned, running a hand through my bed hair as I walked into the lounge room. No one was home, thankfully. I was so tired from last night; Niall had taken me straight home. He left a small kiss on my lips before he dropped me off, though I was sure that was the alcohol. I didn't see Zayn for the rest of the night, though I didn't care. He was below me. Hearing the doorbell ring, I groaned to myself. I stayed in my seat for a few more seconds before I got up to answer it. My eyes narrowed as I swung the door open. "What do you want?" I asked slowly, leaning on the door as I looked up at the tan lad before me. "I, uh," he ran a hand through his quiff. "I got you this..." He handed me a bunch of red roses wrapped in a silver tissue paper. I raised my eyebrow, asking him what it was for.

    "To apologize," he explained. "I know I've been an asshole, but I need your help..." He said. "Why should I help you?" I asked, staring at him blankly. "I don't like you." I added. He flinched at my bluntness, and sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry. I-I just need help with something. The management is trying to change me, and I need you. Please Ava, I'm begging you." I stared at him, my eyes scanning his pleading face. "Come in." I mumbled with a sigh. "Thank you," he breathed.

    My hand traced the edges of my locket, holding it in the palm of my hand. Staring at Zayn, I raised my eyebrow at him. "Are you serious Zayn?" I asked slowly, frowning. Zayn had just finished a long speech on how he needed me, and he was sorry for being such an asshole. He wanted me to be his fake girlfriend, just to get the management of his back. "Please," he mumbled. "I-I'll pay you?" he suggested, making me scoff. Letting my hand drop from my necklace, I let out a sigh. "How long will this go for?" I asked. "Just a couple of weeks, two months tops." He said quickly. "And this will all be fake?" I asked.

     "Every kiss," he confirmed. My heart fluttered at that word, but I managed to keep my face blank. "Okay." I agreed. "Okay? Like, you agree?" He asked, his eyes widening. I wonder what my sister would want me to do. She wouldn't want me to fake date someone, wanting everything to be real and full of love. Though, she would want me to because it might lead to some real romance. Biting my lip, I glanced around the room, before meeting Zayn’s hopeful gaze.

 "You only live once." He smirked.

     Zayn’s soft hand was entwined with mine as we walked out of my apartment. Keeping my eyes on the pavement, I could hear the flashes of cameras. “Ready?" He whispered in my ear, making me glance up at him as he opened my door for me. I was about to step into the car, but was pulled back by Zayn. He held my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. His breath was heavy, and it hit my face lightly. I blinked, unaware that we were already going to kiss. He smiled softly, before pressing his lips onto mine. I was shocked at how soft yet rough he could be. Shutting my eyes, I let myself melt into his protective arms. When he was satisfied by the amount of screams erupted from the paparazzi, he pulled away, smiling at me. He ignored the paps as he walked to his side of the car as I slipped into the car. Taking a deep breath, I glanced out the window. What was I getting in to?

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