Passion (15+)

When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


46. At that moment it seemed like a good idea

"Hey Ronan, it's me, Emily that night from the club, if you remember me?" I was stuttering, trying hard not to lose it. It felt wrong, to be calling a guy, while not thinking of him like a friend. I mean, I wasn't really ready to go on with my life, but still I had to. "Emily? Oh, yeah of course I remember. It took you a while to call," He didn't sound annoyed, he was actually sounding happy, there was laughter in his voice, and it made me relax a bit. "Yeah, sorry..." I mumbled, and ran my fingers through my hair. "So what makes you call?" He asked, and I could hear him walk a little around, probably in the middle of doing something. "Just thought if you wanted to meet up, maybe?" I was surprised to hear myself say that, but the words sounded good on my tongue. "Sure! I would love to... Right now I'm fixing my car, but do you wanna go anywhere special?" He asked, and a loud bang sounded from his end of the line, then he cursed something. "Sorry, I just dropped something, haha" He said, and I could imagine him walking around in a garage, with oil on his hands, wearing some baggy jeans, and maybe a white t-shirt or no t-shirt at all. "Not really, I'm not much for those big meet ups, haha," I stood up and walked a little around, opening up my closet, just see if I had anything to wear.

"But I don't think that sitting in my garage would be comfortable?" 

"Hmm... I wouldn't mind," I smiled just to the thought of meeting up with Ronan, after all he seemed really nice. But something in the back of my mind, told me to stay home. But my pride said 'Fuck Zayn', and I decided to listen to me and my stupid pride. 

It didn't take many hours, before I was standing in front of a brown brickhouse, not big but neither small. I hesitated a bit by knocking on the door. I was wearing some hotpants, and a white lace top, that showed a little of my tummy, and then only a white bra under it. On my feet I had my black vans on. I took a deep breath, hid my heart away, pushed the thought of Zayn out of my head, and knocked on the door. "Two seconds!" I could hear Ronan shout, from the garage. Weird that I hadn't noticed that the door into the garage had been open. It didn't take long, till he walked out, and I was right. He wasn't wearing any shirt, and his hands were covered in oil. He had a towel in his right hand, and fast cleaned most off the oil of his hands, when he saw me. "Hey Emily," He lighted up in a big smile, and I walked the last few steps closer to him, "Hey... Looking good, huh?" I joked, and actually I felt relaxed. "Nja, this is nothing special," He laughed and winked at me. "I'm not totally done yet, but we can do something else if you want to," He seemed nice.

We ended up sitting in his garage talking, just talking. It reminded me of twilight, and it made me laugh inside of my head. Twilight, haha. Could Ronan be my Jacob? I was doubting. Could Zayn be my Edward? He already was. 

"So, how long are you staying?" Ronan asked, while walking towards the room, over to a minifrigde. "Well, I've been here for a little more than a month, wait... no... Oh, I only have about one month left. I will be leaving in the end of August," My heart shrank a bit when I realised how short time I had left here in UK. I felt like I belonged a lot more here, than at home. 

"Oh, that's sad..." Ronan turned to look over his shoulder, and sent me a little smile. I just shrugged my shoulders, "Well yeah, but I'm only living in Denmark, ain't that far away..." I tried to cheer up the atmosphere, and it worked. Ronan laughed at me. "Beer or soda?" He asked, and I could see a bit of the stuff inside of the fridge. A few small plastic bags, filled with white powder. "What do you else have in there?" I asked, and could feel myself getting curious. "Eeermm... You wouldn't wanna know," He fast pulled out two beers, and was about to close the fridge. "How much do you take for that?" I fast asked, before he closed it completely. He turned to look at me, and raised his eyebrow. "Well, it ain't cheap," He mumbled, but something about the way he looked, told me that he liked when I asked him. 

It wouldn't hurt to buy some would it? Would Zayn bother? Maybe it would help me forget Zayn? Coke wasn't that bad after all, was it? I decided to not be thinking so much about it. If it could make me feel happy again, I would do anything. 

"Whatever, I have money," I smiled, a calm down smile, while I leaned a bit back, resting my back against the wall. 

"You're a wild one I guess, huh?" He laughed, and pulled out a little plastic bag, filled with white powder. I just shrugged my shoulder. No I wasn't. But I was hurting... and I had to get the pain away. At that moment it seemed like a good idea...



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