Bloom

Chapter-18

Zayn

What the actual fuck just happened? I drop Stella off to college and drive away, needing to get my shit right. While she is attending classes, I'm here at a random bar getting sloshed. What a waste I am.

Me and Stella. Stella and me. We're so incompatible but yet fit perfectly right with each other. She has me consumed in an inferno of her lusty eyes and perfect fucking body.

I lied to myself last night. I lied about everything I said to her this morning, every single thing I told her I hated about her were things I liked about her, things that made me want her even more. It was all a fucking act in accordance to my outrage and aggravation. I also did it so she would hate me and stop wanting me because I knew she deserved so much better than what I was giving her. Stella is so fucking special that she deserves the moon, the stars, the sun, the whole fucking galaxy and beyond.

She makes me feel so many things in one single minute that my mind can't comprehend it's own processing. Around Stella I'm like a sixteen year old girl on my period with drugs in my system. She fucks with my brain. She fucks with my body. She fucks with my heart. She fucks with my whole being.

It was a testament of her feelings towards me, the way she kissed me. No person in their right fucking mind would let me do what I did with Stella moments after our conflict. Her need for my hands on her was more than her hatred towards me. She was as unpredictable around me as I was around her. I had the same affect on her she had on me. We are ticking time bombs, ready to explode any moment together.

I could feel my past slipping as Stella invaded my mind. She is my angel, my saviour. I haven't thought about any girl since Stella entered my life and now she is the only girl on my mind and in my life.

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Stella

After college, I drive to the grocery store and buy some fresh produce to last me the next few days. I also get some special supplies I need, to cook tonight's dinner since Maya is coming over.

Then I head over to a clothing store, looking for college appropriate garments. All the clothes I own are outdated and a little too childish for my age. I try a few articles here and there, settling for a tank top, some jeans and a few coverups. As I exit the trail rooms, my eyes fall on a dark wine coloured short dress, with a deep neck and even deeper back. Taking slow steps towards it, I slip the fabric between my fingers, absolutely mesmerised by its appeal. It's time to grow up Stella I pass myself a mental note, give yourself the much-needed makeover.

I end up buying the dress and all the other outfits I selected, with only one person on my mind who I wanted to please wearing them. Every time I think about this morning, my cheeks glow as bright as a neon sign. Zayn's fingers left me with a promising ache between my legs that wouldn't budge and a stronger internal sensation of need, that only he could cure.

The shopping trip took a toll on my card but not as much as buying a new phone would've. I'm so grateful to Zayn for the surprise parcel even if he is a prick, atleast I didn't have to burn a hole in pocket. Not to mention the devices were extremely expensive and they were 4 in total. I would've never imagined him to go to such lengths or that he could have it himself to be so sweet. I decide to shoot him a quick thank you text and exit the mall.

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It's almost dinnertime when my phone rings, I expect it to be Maya but an unknown number flashes on the upper half of my phone's screen. A little puzzled I accept the call, putting the receiver to my ear.

"Hello?" My voice echoes through the apartment.

"Stella Taylor Clarke?" A sweet woman lingers on the line.