~ Chapter Four ~
Clearly, I was so overwhelmed with how beautiful Zayn was on the outside; I didn’t stop and think about how ugly and monstrous he was on the inside.
But when I think about it, the closer I got to him, the more I got burnt.
The further I got away from him, the colder I became.
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“No, put your hands on my hips.” I exclaimed again for the third time. This practice with Zayn is going terrible – he had clearly overrated his dancing abilities – they were clearly limited.
Correction, VERY limited.
The bad part? His masquerade ball dance is in TWO DAYS.
Zayn looked very frustrated, and I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to dance.
“Okay Zayn, I’m going to put on a slow song and we’re just going to move our feet, m’kay?” I asked.
He nodded.
I walked over to the stereo system and chose one of my favourite songs – Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran.
Zayn was grabbing a drink of water and I watched as the condensation from the water bottle leaked down onto his fingers and left a wet trail all the way down to his forearms. The sweat that was trickling around his face was dripping down and I watched as he took his towelette and pat his face dry. His black vest was perfectly hugging his fit abdomen and I felt an urge to just let my fingers trail down his stomach. Yes, within the couple days I spent with Zayn, I guess you could say that I was by him. He looks over at me and smirks. Immediately, I drop my gaze, not wanting him to catch me staring….at his fit body.
I walk over to the center of the studio as I patiently wait for Zayn to join me in the middle. Zayn walks over to me and says “Y’know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer?” He grins from ear to ear, obviously pleased with himself.
I felt my cheeks blush a deep crimson red – I never blushed.
“I was NOT staring!” I exclaim, obviously trying to cover up. I let my eyes examine my shoes, trying to hide my blush because if he ever saw it on my face, then –
“Are you blushing, Evelyn?” He asked. I could hear the sound of laughter tinkling to the sound of his thick voice. Aw shucks, I thought to damn soon.
“No.” I said.
“Evelyn…oh Evelyn….” His musical voice trails off.
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