Lust

Chapter One

~ Chapter One ~

I woke up startled, and sat upright and completely drenched in cold sweat. Glancing at the alarm clock next to me, I mentally slap myself for doing it again. Dreaming of him. Swinging my legs over to the side of the bed, I slip my feet into my bunny slippers and walk towards the kitchen, making a hot cup of tea for myself. Staring at the grandfather clock ticking. Time passing by, slowly, but surely.

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Everything was scattered on the ground. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore. I threw the pictures in the fire. Zayn Malik meant nothing to me anymore. He will be nothing but a memory to me now. I'll try to persuade myself that he was merely just a figment of my imagination, which my brain simply conjured up because I was lonely all the time.

But I know that's not true. Zayn Malik did exist, he wasn't just a figment of my imagination, he actually walked on this earth. And walked all over my heart. I can still remember every little touch, every little kiss, as if it were yesterday. I can remember them clearly, but I don't know if I want to.

I guess it's not a choice, because all the memories came flooding in, like a kaleidoscope of memories. Like a movie. I could re-watch the bittersweet times in which I thought I found my one and only true love. 

It's been two months. Two months since Zayn Malik left me. These dreams have been haunting me for two months; I haven't gotten any sleep since that fateful day that he decided that he was done with me. I guess if I want to forget that Zayn Malik ever existed, I'll have to relieve through each and every memory that we'd ever shared.

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From the moment I saw him, I felt a surge of energy jolt right through my bones. His eyes, so brown, were almost dangerous looking, but they held me captivated. They bore right though mine, even though it was dark outside. He scared me. I don't know what he could do, but as much as I was scared of him, I wanted to .... touch him. To see if he was real. His beauty was intriguing, as I noticed how his tan skin complimented his brown eyes and how his stubble made him look even more...desirable. His hair was neatly and perfectly piled up on his head to a quiff, with a blond streak. It's obvious he spent a lot of time making sure his hair was fixed right. He was perfect in every way, no need to question. How could someone this ... enchanting even be allowed to exist?

I'm not the type of girl to go chasing after boys, for the love of god, I've never even had a boyfriend. But this mysterious stranger...he just takes my breath away. His stance, leaning against the cool brick wall, made me think that he wasn't a good boy. He was trouble. It was written all over him. His dark blue sweater was rolled to his elbows and his arms were covered in tattoos. If this didn't scream out trouble to me, then I am mentally challenged.

As a child, I've always been told to stay away from trouble. I've always tried to stay away from it, but it always seemed to follow me, no matter where I went. Now that this stranger is in front of my eyes, I automatically knew that I'd be seeing more of him again. Because he was trouble. And trouble follows me anywhere and everywhere.

Taking my eyes off the desirable stranger, I snuggled deeper into my brother’s oversized jacket, where he left me here, to wait for him. Apparently he had some business to do around here….but he thinks I’m a silly little eighteen year old. Hahaha. I know what he does. He does drugs. I’m not illiterate, nor was I born yesterday, so what’s the point in trying to hide it from me, when I already know?

This alley way is cold. I hate that I can’t be around my brother when he’s doing his ‘business’, because it’s apparently dangerous. But right now, I’m a little scared. And maybe a little wonderstruck. I started count the pebbles on the ground because I was so damn bored. I forgot my phone at home, all because Ethan said that we were making a run to the grocery store to get some food for a movie marathon night we were going to have….yeah, that’s clearly not happening. I can’t believe I was so gullible to believe him. I should just leave right now, but I don’t want to. All because of Mr. Mysterious.