"Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail of Zayn. No one is available to take your call. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the pound key for more options."
"Zayn, you have a phone for a reason! You should really try answering it!" I snapped and hung up the call, sighing and staring down at the carpet.
The carpet read Welcome home, but nothing ever felt like home. Nobody made it feel like home. It felt like running in a three hunded and sixty degree circle, always ending up where you first started. Nowhere. I called him one more time, but got his voicemail again. I walked around the bathroom, keeping the phone close to my ear every time it rung. Ethan knocked just as I started dialing a third time. I dropped my phone from jumping all of a sudden, watching my phone fall right into the toilet.
"Everything ok in there, Serenity?"
"Never better!" I smiled through my tone sarcastically and took the phone out of the toilet, attempting not to puke.
I pulled it out and quickly grabbed a good portion of toilet paper to dry it off. The delicate, slim toilet paper sheets weren't doing much but sticking to it. I sighed and just threw it at the wall, throwing it in the trash afterwards. I pulled myself together and fixed my hair in the mirror, still uncomfortable in the red dress that Zayn had given me. I opened the door and smiled briefly at Ethan.
"There was...uh...a lot of noise in there." He chuckled.
"Yeah, don't ask. It was a bad expierence with the toilet paper and these shoes."
Ethan laughed and shook his head, looking down for a second before lifting his eyes back up at me.
"You haven't changed a bit."
I frowned a bit, biting my lip and nodding along. Ethan must've been the definition of perfection if the Merriam-Webster dictionary was rewritten. His eyes could easily stare at the clock and add an extra hour to the day. The sound of his voice had the power to make me body grow weak. I'm getting way too ahead of myself, what the hell? I snapped out of it once he asked me something.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Ethan asked, walking down the hall with me to go down the stairs into the living room.
"Yeah, well no. I guess not. No. Well, he could be, but he hasn't told me. Or maybe we aren't, but-" I kept speaking real fast and tripped down the stairs, bumping my head and hearing my ankle snap.
I screamed and sat up, looking down at my twisted ankle. My hands shook and my eyes met up to Ethan's. He quickly ran down and examined it. I screamed again when he pulled it a bit.
"It could be just sprained, not entirely broken. I'll take you to the hospital just to keep it safe."
Ethan's arms lifted me up and that's when we made eye contact. I kept my arms around his neck to hold on in the meantime. He stared down at my lips and back up to my eyes, before he leaned in and kissed me. It all felt so soft and right, so I kissed him back with little hesitation. His soft lips promised me nothing but tenderness, making me blush halfway through. I slowly wiggled my fingers down to meet his cheek and fully cup his face. After some time, Ethan pulled away and blushed. I smiled at him, feeling so protected by him, without the mixed signals Zayn always gave me. Then again some girl is sucking his dick right now. That's answer enough.
"The hospital is kind of far from here..."
"We'll go in the morning." I quickly interrupted.
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Wicked Lust
FanfictionDark. A person who sees the world as a bad place, who sees nothing good anywhere they turn, who thinks that there is no hope of anything, until they come across an unlikely world; light. Serenity was a confused girl, not knowing who she was or wh...
