Lust

Chapter Five

~ Chapter Five ~

I quickly raced to the washroom and turned on the tap to the water. Letting the hot water run across my hands felt reassuring to me. I squirted five squirts of soap into my hands; thoroughly washing my hands. Washing away Zayn’s every touch. Washing Zayn away. After I was done, I patted my hands dry on the hand towel and slid down to the ground.

Don’t cry Evelyn. It was obvious that you meant nothing to him.

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My eyes flutter open to the sound of rustling by my bedroom window. Scared and unsure, I glance at my bedside table’s clock – 3:18 am. I am confident that I heard someone there. There are no trees in front of my window, like those cliché stories in which the boy climbs up to meet the girl. This is no story.

Sometimes, when things get too unreal for me, I like to believe that I’m in a story. The protagonists in stories always have a happy ending, and I’m just waiting for the day that mine will get here.

A pebble hits my window, making a nails-on-chalkboard sound. One after the other, pebbles was being flung at my window. Positioning myself back under my covers, I pull my head under my sheets, scared. I’m alone. I realise, that this has been the second time in two weeks that I’ve been scared and alone at the same time. The first time, had a good outcome for me. I may as well see if two’s the charm. For the sake of my really pretty bay window, I convince myself to go see who the culprit of waking me up in the early hours of the morning was.

Pulling back the yellow blinds, I see a figure standing below, about to throw a rock. Opening my window, I stick my head outside to get a better look.

Naturally, I saw a tall figure with a tall quiff, and I immediately recognised the stranger as Zayn. Of course.

“What are you doing at three thirty in the blasted morning flinging rocks? Don’t you have any discretion?” I yelled, quite pissed off.  If there was one thing I never appreciated was when someone has the nerve to wake me up. Especially at three o clock……….THE SUN ISN’T EVEN UP YET.

“I couldn’t sleep!” He yells back.

Seriously?

“Well, why did you have to wake me up?!” I hollered back down. I don’t even know how he found out where I live! I don’t know about you, but to me, this spells out  C R E E P E R.

Just as he was about to answer, my neighbour stuck his head out of the window. Oh my jeez, it’s Grumpy Ned….crap. This man was one of the grumpiest people that live on my street.

“CAN YOU OBNOXIOUS YOUNG ADULTS LOWER DOWN YOUR VOLUME? THERE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP.” I turned my head to face him, and he was raging. His finger was pointed at me, hmmm. That’s nice. I look down at Zayn and he was biting his lip to restrain himself from laughing.

“We’re truly sorry, Mr. Grum- I mean Mr. Ned.” I said, smiling.

“Yeah, yeah” he mumbled, whispering things under his breath, which weren’t hard to figure out.

I gestured for Zayn to meet me in the front door, just so that I won’t have the neighbours yelling at me again.

I pulled on my bunny slippers and skipped down the stairs, hurrying to unlock the door. I only vaguely caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror….and nearly fainted. My clothing is not appropriate. At all. Oh my goodness, he’s standing right outside, he can see me. Oh no. I can’t do anything. I guess I’ll be meeting Zayn in ………. my unicorn onesie.

The door, in steps a god-looking human being. Also known as Zayn.

He smiles slyly, and it hypnotizes me. “You have some mean neighbours.” He smirked, taking off his shoes and jacket, towing along from behind him was a big suitcase – woah wait….a suitcase?