Lust

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

*Evelyn’s POV*

(there is the biggest cliffhanger in the history of cliffhangers at the end of this chapter)

- - - - One week later - - - -

I gently wrap my arms around Adrian’s neck as I say my goodbyes. For the past couple days, we’ve been out and about – to the mall, to the movies, to work, and I’ve been feeling better. A lot better, actually. Maybe it’s because of the fact that I feel better about it.

Zayn and I weren’t meant to be, and that’s the end. Why was I so worked up about something that happened a year ago? I’ve given enough time to grieve, and cry and mope around about it.

I’m so sure that Zayn has forgotten about and has moved on, and here I am, still thinking about it. It’s not fair to me.

So I’ve decided that I’m over it. All it ever was; was a failed relationship and all Zayn Malik was to me, was a lesson learned.

 “Get ready for tonight Evie!” Adrian murmurs into the crook of my neck. He’s taking me out tonight, so that I can live a little bit. He was quite shocked when I had admitted that I had never been to one. Except for that night, when I caught him doing whatever he had done in the club.

I was still embarrassed about the fact that I had actually stepped foot into one of those filthy places, and I was scared about what people would say if they found out. This again, is why I didn’t tell anybody. People had always questioned why we were over so quickly, as we were always happy. “Why did it end? Where is your future husband, Evelyn?” I was just too ashamed to say that I wasn’t enough for him, and I couldn’t fulfil his needs so he cheated on me.

“I’ll be ready by seven!” I told him, and I watched as Adrian hopped into his car and sped away, off to his home to get ready.

I headed inside my home, wrapping my cardigan tighter around my body and the breeze blew slightly. I smiled to myself as I closed my front door. This is the happiest that I had ever been in a year. It’s funny how spending a whole week with Adrian could make such a difference. Maybe telling someone the whole truth made it easier to accept. Maybe it’s also because Adrian helped slapped some sense into me. Not in that way, he just talked some sense into me.

Since then, I’ve have no dreams, no flashbacks, no nothing. Just the peace and quiet of my mind, finally free. Glancing at the clock on the wall, the time reads 5:58 – I only have an hour to get ready. I saunter up the stairs, taking two at a time, as I was excited. This was the first time I’ve ever been putting myself out there.  

I started by doing my usual get-ready necessities and once I was finished, I slipped on my little black dress and looked in the mirror. My curves were defined as I was eating again. I looked good, I won’t deny it. I smiled to myself as I finished getting ready, this is definitely the happiest I’ve ever been. Even happier when I first met-

No. I won’t think about it again.

I sigh as I continue, straightening my hair and applying minor makeup. Once I was finished, I pack away my things, and cleaning up my mess. I can’t stand a messy room. It was hard living with Zayn, as we were complete opposites. He preferred his room to be messy, I liked to be clean. He liked to eat out, I preferred to cook. He liked sappy movies and I preferred horrors.

My doorbell suddenly chimed its bells and I realise that Adrian must already be here. I skip to the front door and open it up. Adrian walks in, looking as handsome as ever. Don’t get me wrong here, Adrian is definitely man candy, but he’s more like a brother to me than anything else.