"God dammit!" Zayn screamed, punching the kitchen wall.
He was so mad. He messed up big time. He wish he took time to get to know her.
He took heavy puffs of air, gripping the kitchen counter.
Why did he always mess things up? Was it because he felt like Evie-Mae was being pulled away from him? Was she just not interested?
As he thought about it more and more, the pieces started to come together.
"What am I doing to myself?" He questioned himself, sinking onto the kitchen floor.
He never knew what he wanted. It didn't matter anymore that he had competition between him and Danny for her. It didn't matter that he fought to protect her. Those things didn't matter anymore. It mattered that she loved him as much as he did.
"I'm not ready, dad. I really like Zayn, but I feel like he's rushing it, and I've been allowing of his sweet actions." She explained to her father.
She usually never spoke to her dad about these things, but he was the only one around, and she felt it was time she opened that boundary of her to him.
"Evie-Mae, it's better if you just lay low from him for a while. You have school to worry about, and you haven't really been to work, lately. I know it sounds wrong, but, it takes time. Maybe you need your space, and time, and while you're gone, maybe he'll move on." Her father said.
She silently nodded, "Alright, dad."
"Everything will fall into it's place when the time is right; remember that." He said, folding his hands over hers.
He smiled those brown orbs, and rubbed their hands together before heading down the hallway to the living room to watch TV.
"I wish mum was here." She thought.
Her mother always had a way to solve a problem. No doubt in mind that she wouldn't be able to fix it.
She wished her mum can help her with boys. She's done it when Evie-Mae found an interest in Peter Jacobs when she was nine.
He was cute; he had light brown hair, sea blue eyes, and a cheeky smile. She still goes to class with him, and sees him in her Algebra class.
She missed her mum so much. The way she sung her to sleep when she had nightmares, and the way she would greet her with a big ole hug after school. She missed the little things, and wished she could get all of it back.
She was in need of a lending hand that guided her down the road.