Rebellious, Beautiful, and Insecure

Alex and Amber are sisters. They are twins actually, Alex being twenty minutes older. Amber is always going, going, going with boys. But Alex rarely even goes on dates - and for a reason. The two sisters get jobs working for One Direction and the boys are quick to fall for them. Will Alex let her guard down and fall for the boy? Or will her past keep her from ever finding love? Travel along these girls' journey as teenagers, getting caught in fame, mystery, and intensity.


49. Special Night?

Zayn steps in the shower behind me and I feel a hand on my waist. He turns me around to face him and the steam envelops us. I wrap my arms around his neck. I watch as his eyes glance down at my chest, but then he realizes it and looks back up immediately. "I'm sorry," He spits out. 

"It's okay," I tell him. I thought I'd be bothered by it, but I wasn't. So what if he saw my cleavage? I am with him. 

People have to understand that showering with someone isn't much different than showering alone. The only real difference is taking turns under the water. Unless you're having shower sex, sharing a shower with a person is about the same as being alone. 

Once we are done showering I wait for Zayn to climb out first and I slap his ass. His head snaps back to look at me and I laugh. "That's not funny," He says, but is chuckling. He throws a towel at me and I wrap it around my bodice.

We head into his room and he's about to pull on boxer shorts but I grab them from him. "Well now," He chuckles. I pull on his boxer shorts and then grab one of his T-shirts and pull it over my head. He pulls on a different pair of boxer shorts.

"So what are the special plans for the night?" I ask him, pulling my hair into a loose bun.

"You heard that too?" He questions, styling his hair in the mirror. I move to the bathroom to take off my makeup. Without it I feel slightly insecure, but I try to push the thought away because just five minutes ago Zayn saw my boobs.

"Mhm," I answer him, putting lotion on and then heading back into his room. 

"Well I was thinking I would make you dinner," He begins, coming up behind me to whisper it in my ear, "And then we'd watch a scary movie so I could hold you in my arms," He continues.

"I do that anyways," I giggle.

"Shh. No interrupting. Now where was I?" He asks. "Ah yes, a scary movie so I can hold you in my arms. Then, I am going to order dessert and feed you chocolate covered strawberries. When we're done eating those, I'll give you an amazing back massage. After that, we'll watch a movie and go to sleep," He finishes explaining.

"That's a lot to do in four and a half hours," I giggle, turning to face him.

"I think it's possible," He replies.

"Your definitely missing something very important in that schedule of yours," I tell him, placing my arms on his shoulders.

"What?" He asks, thinking that he thought of everything.

"You didn't give us anytime to kiss," I say, pouting a little.

"That time is implied, luv," He laughs, bending his head down to meet me in a kiss. 

"Blech," Someone complains. We look over, breaking the kiss to see the boys, Amber, Eleanor, and Danielle standing in the doorway. Zayn starts to push me behind him so I can't be seen, but I turn him to the side because if I'm behind him they will see the hickies on his chest.

"I'm guessing you two made up?" Niall asks.

"Get out Horan," Zayn growls. I grab Zayn's arm and squeeze it, reminding him that I'm here with him.

"We just wanted to let you know that we are heading out to the the club. We'll probably be back around 2 or 3," Amber supplies, glaring at Zayn. I take in her appearance and she is in super skinny jeans, high heels, and a strapless top that shows off her cleavage. I take the opportunity to glare at Harry.

"Yeah. We were going to just tell you by the door, but you guys weren't in the living room," Louis laughs. Zayn takes a step towards Louis, raving mad now for like no reason.

"Okay, well we'll see you later," I say quickly, stepping with Zayn and squeezing his arm tighter. The group waves to us and begins to leave. As soon as they are out of sight, Zayn pulls away from me. 

"What was that?" I ask him, out of their hearing range.

"I got mad okay? Is that what you want to hear?" He snaps. I walk over to him and tilt his head down to look at me.

I wait for him to take a deep breath and his eyes soften. "So that special night, huh?" I question, a small smile on my lips.

He takes my hand and leads me out to the living room. He lifts me on the counter so I can sit and watch him cook. He pours me a glass of wine and I sip it while he makes lasagna for the two of us.

While he's cooking and we are chatting there is a knock at the door. We look at each other, wondering who it is, as I get up to go check and Zayn stirs the concoction he is creating. As soon as I open the door I see Jeremy standing there. I try to close the door, but he is too strong and keeps it open.

Zayn looks over and sees Jeremy. Zayn's face turns raving mad and Jeremy's face smiles manically. Jeremy grabs me in a headlock.I put my hands against his arm, struggling to break free. He's not necessarily hurting me, but it isn't comfortable by any means. And on top of that, I'm scared out of my mind. 

"How are you doing Alex?" Jeremy laughs in my ear. I squirm, trying to break free.

"Let go of her," Zayn barks, stepping closer.

"I wouldn't," Jeremy commands Zayn, pulling out a taser. Zayn stops walking, his eyes hard and cold. "I'm here to warn you, Mr. Malik. Alex is mine, always has been mine, and always will be mine. I know she loves me, I mean how can she help it? She's just being blinded by you right now, so do yourself a favor and get away from my property." Jeremy speeches to Zayn. Jeremy slaps me across the face and pushes me against the wall. Zayn moves towards Jeremy quickly. 

Jeremy punches me four times, leaving me crumpling to the floor. He turns to Zayn and hits him in the side with the taser, Zayn landing one good punch right below Jeremy's neck before landing on the ground in pain.

Jeremy winks at me before walking out and shutting the door behind him. Zayn starts to get up after a minute and begins to go after him, but sees me and rushes over to me. He picks me up, cradling me in his arms, as I struggle for breath. 

"How bad is it?" He asks, panicking as he holds me on the couch. 

"It's okay," I say, even though my body is screaming in pain. Jeremy punched me twice in the right arm, once stomach, and once in the ribs. 

"Alex," He says, completely serious.

"Just hold me please," I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder. He holds me silently for twenty minutes, not saying anything and not relaxing his position at all. I open my eyes again, finally able to think clearly and breathe again. 

"How bad is it?" He asks me again.

"I can breathe now," I answer honestly. "Are you okay?" I question.

"Oh please Alex. It was a taser so yeah it put me down, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I'm worried out of my mind about you though," He says.

"I need you to promise me that you won't go after him," I tell him. His eyes narrow.

"Absolutely not," He exclaims.

"Zayn. I know you didn't listen to what he said. But he is going to keep trying to get me. And you are going to keep trying to protect me. If we wait for him to come back here we can have guards to take him down as opposed to going to him alone and risking your life. You're protecting me Zayn. Let me protect you," I plead.

"I don't like it," He says harshly after sitting quietly for two minutes. 

"I know you don't. But if you can't handle that I will leave you," I say sadly. His head whips to look at me and his arms tighten. "I don't want to. But if that's the only way I can protect you, then that's what I will do," I add.

"I am never going to let him touch you again," Zayn says surely, with determination. 

"You can't keep that promise," I mumble. I bury my face in the crook of Zayn's neck.

"You don't love him right?" He asks me.

"Of course not," I answer immediately. 

Zayn cradles me tightly in his arms. "Do you think we can continue our night?" I ask him. He nods, but makes no move to get up. After a little while he gets up to take the lasagna out of the oven, but first he locks the door and then puts me on the counter again. 

He takes the lasagna out and puts it on two plates. Then he carries me to the table and places me in the chair. "I can walk, you know," I tell him, even though I'm glad he's carrying me right now. With what happened, my midsection is really hurting and the stress of walking would make it worse.

"I'm not chancing that," He says, quietly, but seriously. 

I know that the mood definitely isn't the same as it was, but how could it be? Now I was injured and Zayn infuriated. We eat quietly, not talking much. "That was really good lasagna," I compliment him.

"Thanks," He answers dryly, finishing his plate and taking both of ours to the kitchen and resting them in the sink. He comes back and picks me up, bringing me to the couch. He turns on the movie and turns off the light with two different remotes. 

I pull his head to look at me. His eyes are still dark, but I think now he's just thinking of ways to protect me. I move his head down to meet my lips for a kiss. Gently he lays me down on the couch, hovering on top of me and yet not breaking the kiss. 

Zayn kisses me with an urgent passion, but is also being very gentle as if I am going to break under his touch. I hold him against me, pressing him to me tightly every time he attempts to put distance between us. "Alex, no," He pulls back, stronger than me and hovers over me.

"But Zayn," I protest.

"You're hurt," He says, a pained expression on his face.

"I'm just fine Zayn," I tell him, attempting to pull him down to my lips again. "Zayn, please," I plead.

He gives in and meets my lips again, continuing to act like I'm as fragile as glass. I flip us over, causing a pain in my side and Zayn notices. He stops immediately and turns his head. "Zayn i'm okay," I try to assure him.

"Show me how bad it is," He asks, barely audible. I sit up and pull up my (actually his) shirt so he can see. He gasps and I yank it down again. I watch as his knuckles whiten from being clenched  so tightly together. 

What he saw was two fist sized bruises on my midsection. "I'm okay," I repeat again, but now I'm not sure if I'm saying to convince him or to convince me. I break out in a sob and keep repeating it. 

Zayn pulls me on his lap again, holding me against him in the safety of his arms. "Shhh Alex. I'm going to protect you," He whispers to me. I steady my breathing, but watch as a tear slips down his cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb, and struggle to sit up in his arms.

He refuses to let me sit and instead pushes me down gently so that I am laying on the couch, intertwined with him and facing the television. "I'm not going to break under you touch," I tell Zayn, turning to face him. In order to fit on the couch we are pressed up against each other.

"Alex, I love being with you - you know that. But you are hurt and I'm not taking any chances," He says, looking at me. We hold eye contact for a little while, but then I close my eyes. "Do you want to go to bed?" He asks as I begin to get up after beginning to fall asleep. He stands up and swoops me up into his arms, not allowing me to walk. 

I cross my arms over my chest and he sighs, turning off the television and making his way to his room. He places me in the bed gently and puts the covers over me. Zayn walks around the other side and climbs in, pulling the blankets up to his waist. 

I move over to him and he welcomes me in his arms, kissing my forehead before closing his eyes. I nestle my head in the crook of his neck and start to fall asleep as I tangle my legs with his.

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