The Royal Misfit - z.m. [Major Reconstruction]

Obscene

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Zayn's p.o.v. :

My eyes pierced holes trying to burn the filthy chewing gum wrapper which was carelessly lying on the once clean white carpet, with my hard gaze.

I glanced back at the room that resembled a colourful tornado struck place.

A variety of clothes which were of literally every shade and colour I had known in my entire life, were splattered everywhere in the room.

I clenched my jaw in disapprobation and irritation.

Its been just a week and I am extremely fed up of the nuisance called 'doctor' hopping around the mansion in vivid immodest clothes. I often feel my eyes betraying my brain when they ogle in admiration and desire at her beautiful curves. Every time she exercises in those skinny yoga pants trying to encourage me to join her, I sense my nervousness heightening up.

Of course I don't let that emotion surface to my facial expression and my actions. That's one of the most important rule - never let your actions be controlled by your emotions.

So every time she cracks a lame joke or tries to bribe me in stupid ways to exercise, I pretend to ignore her bedazzling smile or her alluring fruity fragrance or her pink tongue that often pokes through her luscious lips.

Because for me she is nothing but a  trouble. A huge trouble wrapped up in a bright pretty little bow offered to my lonely self.

I am impressed by her patience though, its been around a week since she had checked up on my legs and six days since she had been trying to convince me to move my legs. Although I didn't shift them even an inch, she hasn't raised her voice at me yet. Not even once did she use the typical authoritative doctor's tone that I have been accustomed to because of my previous physiotherapists.

Let's just say they did not have enough patience to endure my disinterest and refusal to exercise.

Pressing few buttons on my hand rest I moved out of the messy room in an attempt to find Venus again. I like to call her Venus not Dr. Embrose or V. But fortunately or unfortunately I still can't decipher, my shyness kicks in each time she acts too friendly for my liking so I abstain from calling her Venus for now.

Her loud eccentric nature is something I am not comfortable with yet. Therefore her actions and words tend to annoy me more than it actually should because even though I tend to get antsy or maybe rude when I experience discomfort, at the end of the day I know I am a calm and  composed man.

The way she has been so patient with my stubbornness the whole week even though she didn't back away from sassing and fighting playfully from time to time but the way she laughed off my scowl, shrugged off my rude words and smiled whenever I told her to stay away from me, made me guilty. It made me regret the way I talked to her the first time we confronted each other. I still haven't apologised for that morning because I didn't felt guilty until her patience seeped under my skin making me regret each and every harsh word I uttered that morning.

A loud blast of music screeched my thoughts to stop. I furrowed my brows in confusion because that isn't the kind of music that will be heard in this house.

Moving further I realised it was coming from Whaliya's room. My frown became deepened because I can't remember Whaliya mentioning her interest in this kind of loud music but then again I can't remember her mentioning anything about her interest or disinterest ever to me.

Staring at the white door I contemplated whether to go back or knock or put my thumb on the scanner and barge in without permission.

Contrary to my nature I surprised myself when I chose the latter and opened the door to come face to face with a pair of buttocks bouncing in the air to the music  back & forth and Whaliya copying the same obscene action.