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.


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Zayn's P.O.V:

I left the room a few minutes later, and left her sitting on the bed...

I pushed my cup filled with hot tea, across the desk, not wanting to take another sip of it. It was like the way the hotness had burned down in my throat wasn't enough to make me feel warm. Goosebumps were still on every possible part of my skin, leaving me shaking. I was holding onto the edge of the kitchen desk, to keep myself from collaps under the weakness of my legs. She was still upstairs, probably sitting and wondering what had happened between us. Like I was standing down in the kitchen, wondering the exact same thing. I didn't want to be afraid. I didn't want to feel this way. I was shutting out the sound of the others laughter, that pierced my ears, as they filled the air. I felt alone, even though I knew that the one that kept me going on, was just upstairs. I had been dying to tell her those three words, as she had begged me not to go again, but when I had tried, my voice had turned numb, and no sound had left my dry throat. My eyes were dug into the white paint on the desk, while repeating memories inside of my head. I knew that she had told me that she had forgiven me, but honestly I didn't believe in her. I didn't even deserve to be forgiven. I had cut her like a knife, while acting like it didn't bother me at all. And just before, I didn't tell her I loved her as well, when she told me. 

My stomach felt terrible heavy, and my soul frozen. Just like my eyes, they didn't move from the desk. It happened that after what seemed like forever, I heard some footsteps on the stairs. The sound of the rhythm of what couldn't be anything but her steps, ripped me out of my network of memories. I knew that I could keep on stand here and wonder why, but I knew that it wouldn't lead anyone. I got one life to live, one change to keep us from falling. I got one heart to heal, except from my one.

I turned my face, to the sound of footsteps. Her warm brown eyes met mine, but she fast looked away, and Liam smiled at her, while asking her to join them by the dinner table. She just giggled, and it didn't take long till she was sitting on a chair around the table, talking, while ignoring me. Or I didn't know if she exactly ignored me, but she tried not to pay me any attention. 

I kept my eyes on her, and every fifth second our eyes met, but she fast turned them away. 

My steps were slow, and silent as I moved closer to the dinner table. She turned her head up, and once again she looked into my eyes, and this time we kept eye contact for a little longer, but she still turned to look at Niall way too fast, while answering a question he asked her. I didn't pay any attention to their conversation, so I didn't bother what they were talking about. I placed my hands on her shoulders, while standing beside her. She tried to ignore me, but failed when I stroke away her hair from her neck, and moved closer to the naked skin. My lips were barely even touching her, but only my hot breath against her skin, was enough for her to make her body buckle. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and the conversation died out. My hands caressed her shoulders, as I placed a light kiss on her neck. I could feel her breathe in deeply. Not a word was spoken between us. It was like we didn't need to say anything. The silence and our touch said more than a thousand words. I took a step backwards, and let my hands go of her. She turned her head around, and looked at me. I didn't smile, but my eyes did. That kind of brightness that showed the meaning of every word I wasn't able to speak out. 

 

Some minutes, maybe about ten minutes later, I was standing in the shower, feeling the hot water burn on my skin, as I washed every little part of my body. I let the water clean me, while I was desperate for cleaning what was so dirty on the inside. But the water and soap only cleaned the outside, the inside only she could clean. I ran my hands up and down my skin, on my stomach, my abs to be more correct. I was trying to imagine the way she used to do it, when we were lying close, without anything but our underwear on. I imagined her sweet smile, so good to me, so right. She was just downstairs, and it definitely helped a bit on the pain. Maybe we had a chance to work things out. Maybe I could save her, before things got too bad. I guess I had been so lost in my daydream, that I hadn't heard the door open, but I soon realised that I wasn't alone, when some small fingers grabbed the shower curtain that kept the bathroom and the shower apart. It got pulled aside, and a little girl, probably not even 1.60 cm tall, stood in front of me, with eyes shining like stars on a summer night, and brown hair falling down her head and shoulders. "Would you mind if I joined you?" Her voice was low, only a distant whisper. I just shook my head, and took a step back in the shower, to make space for her. My eyes ran up and down her naked body, as the water floated down on it. But all happiness faded from my heart, as my eyes found bruises on many parts of her innocent little body. Bruises I hadn't been able to see before now, probably because of the darkness that had been while we had been making love in her room, for about one or two hours ago. She leaned her neck a bit back, and closed her eyes. The waterdrops hit her face, and body. I wished to see the bruises and red marks fade as the water ran down her, but they didn't. While she had her eyes closed, I moved my fingers closer to her, and they touched a bruise on her hipbone. She fast slammed up her eyes, and took a step back, while hissing in pain. Our eyes met, and this time she didn't turn to look away. "Is this Ronan's work?" I whispered, while feeling every little piece of me shatter to pieces. 

 

I'll stay by your side, as long as you promise not to leave. 

 

 

 

 

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