Don't Tempt Me

I had everything going for me until my father died when I was 11. He tucked me in, he kissed my forehead, he gave me hugs, and he was my number one supporter. Now all I am is a bad girl. I used to be a good girl like the ones I would make fun of now. I don't care what people think of me wearing those short shorts that showed my smileys or wearing those low cut shirts that made it known that I had boobs. I hear them talking in the halls sometimes in my way to class. Comments about me weren't always bad. And there is no way in Hell my reputation could ever be turned around.

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16. Evelyn Lloyd???

Maia's POV

Evelyn? Evelyn? Who is Evelyn? I know I shouldn't be worrying, but I am. The way he talked about her specifically and their just didn't feel right. He seemed more enthusiastic about it then he would ever sound like talking about me...maybe if I talk to him about it later....why do I care so much anyway? All he said about her was that she was his ex though... what if he hurt her and doesn't want to tell the rest of the story?

I was disrupted from my thoughts when I heard the shower'a water stop. I grabbed his clothes from the dryer and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hold up!" He yelled. The door slightly creeped open and fully opened suddenly, showing his stiff chest and abs that were chiseled. His hip bones stuck out and and traced past the towel he had covering the other half of his body. I simply gave him his clothes and closed the door on myself swiftly, trying to remove the thoughts and images inside my head as he stood before me.

I walked back to the kitchen, my baggy sweats dragging as I went. I had on some boyfriend sweats and a tank top that rose up ever so often that it showed my belly button. I grabbed a pan from the bottom shelf and started to cook myself bacon. Yes! Bacon! A girl should feel absolutely fine with having bacon at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and not feel like a fat ass or a slob. Besides Zayn will probably want some, too. I turned on the radio while the bacon was cooking to hear the song Counting Stars by One Republic. I started to sing along and dance. I was too lazy to get a spatula or something to flip over the bacon, so I decided to flip it with my fingers. God! Was I dumb! I've done it before! As I was flipping over the bacon I touched the hot pan with the side of my hand, and I freaked out hitting the handle to the pan to where the pan fell of the stove and onto the ground almost landing at my feet.


I quickly cleaned up before Zayn came downstairs and saw the mess. I still want my bacon so I started to cook some more before wrapping or tending to my hand. I finally made a plate full of bacon and began to dance around the kitchen again with food in my mouth like an idiot to of course a "coincidence" What Makes You Beautiful....what!??? Just because I don't like the band that much and don't fan girl does not mean I don't like their music. Owwww! My hand is starting to sting! Holy crap this hurts! Maybe if I distract myself by singing louder???


The music turned down suddenly, and as I was turning around I turned into a large chest whose arms wrapped around my small body. That's when the raspy voice started to sing:

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know

you don't know you're beautiful...

"Can I kiss you?" Zayn asked.

"Nope," I teased.

"Let me kiss you," he begged.

"Not gonna happen!" I said and stuck my tongue out.

"Yeah, so tell me girl if every time we


You get this kind of ru-u-ush

Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you don't wanna take it slow

And you just wanna take me home

Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And let me kiss you" he sang, sneaking in on me until our noses were touching.

Our lips touched for a second but then I separated them asking, "what song is that? I've never heard that in your first album?"

"It's Kiss You and it's in our up coming album..." He smirked and kissed me again, slowly moving his hands down my back.

I snuck my hands up the sides of his face, and he grabbed at my hands suddenly, shocking me and the sore and burned part. The pain shot through my hand and made me shriek in the kiss and tear fell from my face.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He freaked out instantly as if he's hurt people before and was scared of it. He examined my face for a second, but then I turned away to hold my hand in the other. I started to pace and jump and down to hold in the extreme pain I was suddenly feeling. I ran to the sink and put it under the water.

"Fuck!" The water turned out to be hot and not soothing at all. I quickly turned the knob to cold and ran the water until it was cold enough for me to put my hand under again.

"Love, what's wrong with your hand?" Zayn asked confused.

"I was making bacon..." I simply replied.

"I know that but what happened?"

"I was making bacon and didn't use something to pick it up and flip it over and used my fingers but then my side of my hand touched the pan and everything was down hill from there..." I explained.

"Oh my god..." Was all he made out and looked at me, his eyes glued to my hand's burn.

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