Absolute Boyfriend (1D Version)

chapter iii.

Chapter Three.







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I pitched my head up from my numb spruced up arms and found myself nose to nose with my... laptop? With a bemused mug over my face, I stretched and rubbed my eyes gently. What happened last night? Did Harvey sent me tons of work to do again? Did I stay up all night?

The bed wasn't at all used, except for the indentation of my head in the pillow. Minutes later, bright light shone from my window. I mumbled under my breath as I occasionally head towards the bathroom. Another day of stupid work. Just then, a violent vibration snapped me out of my thoughts. My phone rests on the table, buzzing, indicating there's an incoming call.

But, it's 6:00 in the morning. People have no life, sad as it is but, really.

Choking, the heat of extreme anger rushed to my cheeks. That blue beanie, that black shirt, that toned arms wrapped around me. Those glistened before my very eyes. The Caller ID made me groan in setback. Zayn Malik. My inside was quibbling. My heart's been pushing me to answer the sudden call but my brain says no. Why is he calling anyway? What does he want?

Memories of yesterday morning rushed back to me. The feeling of humiliation, the big flow of regret, the river of love. That's what's filling me, from the inside out. It may be true but I'm not just an easy-go-lucky girl he can play within the palm of his hand. Even though I can't resist him, I know I should.

After several more rings, the noise stopped. I lounged on the chair and threw my hands up in my head with hindrance. He's calling me. But, why? One after the other, notifications started to flood my lock screen. 13 messages, 17 missed calls, 8 voicemails; all from the same person.

My stomach churned and from a vision, everything began to get blurry. My fingers trembled with sweat. Should I read his messages? Should I listen to his voicemails? Should I return his calls? After yesterday, I didn't want to believe in happy ever after anymore. I think, I'm just not born to have a boyfriend and just a person who can love me, for me.

Zayn was someone special and when he rejected me even in the best and nicest possible way, it had hurt. He was my friend and that's all it'll ever be. Moving on seems impossible but I can always try, I want to. I waft it on bed and tried to stand from my seat. But as I did, a familiar thick and red book caught my brace. I ran my fingers through the soft cover and trailed the hard and black piece of paper tucked in it, a bit of its portion sneaking out.

I lurched it out swiftly and my mind began to go nuts as I read the familiar content of the card. Just then, a knock on my door came. That couldn't be Niall sending me food for breakfast again, right? And that couldn't be Zayn finally deciding to drop by as I ignored his attempts to reach me. Then, who is at the door?

Nonchalantly, I sagged my feet on the floor and towards the light pink-painted door.

My hand made contact with the door knob. On the count of tree, mentally, I slowly opened it. There was no one. Even though a sigh of relief escaped my lips, a gasp of shock went with it when a big and circular container greeted my line of vision. KRONOS HEAVEN. That's what the sign read.

Oh My Gosh. No. It couldn't be. I knew I was just dreaming last night. They weren't true. This isn't possible. Confused and frightened, I study the case first and afterwards decided to pull it in safely so no one could suspect and see. Damn, it's heavy.

The vessel was painted gray and a big bold KRONOS HEAVEN was on the top. Weren't they the company that sells love figures? Weren't they the company Leeroy John introduced to me himself? Weren't they the same company I thought was plainly insane and stupid?

My heart pulsated against my chest. Couldn't this big round thing be.... No.

"Alex, this is plainly cheap." I managed to mumble and stifle a weak chuckle. I trailed it with my fingers gently and observed every bit of it. Then, a red button made contact with my cold and tensed skin. A red light comes from deep further of it, inviting me to give it a push.

When my system finally was convinced, I slowly but surely pushed the red button down. A rude noise occured, making me jump back. The cover of the container gently opens.

No way.

Oh my gosh. Curly mop; brushed upward and backward from the forehead in a sexy way. Long and curly eyelashes. Pointed nose. Thin kissable lips. The Chest. Toned abs. The― Shit. I covered my eyes. Could this possibly be happening? Am I dreaming?

I looked back at him again, making sure to leave my eyes off the spot. Then, I reached for him. As I nervously poked his skin with my finger, the tall figure rocked in a genuine manner and in one swift motion, it fell. I had no time to register what happened because the next thing I opened my eyes to was his heavenly face. My back ached, laying on the hard floor.

Screaming isn't the best option so, I pushed him away and hurriedly hid behind the couch. I watch his lifeless body on the ground. Damn, he was sexy. But still! I shook my head and shrugged away the thoughts as I enter my room again to find for my phone. By the time, it's ringing and the person's name I wanted to contact appeared in bright bold letters. LEEROY JOHN.

"Leeeerrrrooooy!" I grasped for air, grabbing a baseball bat from under bed. In case the doll appears, I'll have to defend myself.

"Oh, Hello, Dear." His sweet smoochy voice entered my ears. I groaned in frustration and slammed my back on the cold wall. "I believe you've received your recent purchase."

My recent purchase? Oh Hell, yes. I ordered last night. But, little did I know that it was all true. "Leeroy, what is happening? What is this about? What will I tell Niall if he sees a dead person in my house? Oh my gosh, what did you do? Who is he? Why is he here and why―"

"One more question from you and I'll drop my phone off." He huffed and let out a wince. "Listen, dear, he is not dead. And who the hell is Niall?" He paused for a moment as I heard a slamming of door in the background. "Did you activate him? Did you read the manual already?"

The manual? Well, I didn't know it comes with that thing. "So, how do I... activate him?" I found myself ask. Seconds later, I found myself leaning by the front door, watching the lifeless doll like it's actually going to move as I continue to stare at it. I have to activate him to make sure I wasn't just dreaming. But activating him means doing something I've never done in my whole life before.

Activating him means doing something beyond my control.

Shrugging, I approached the naked body and tilted its head up so it could face me. I gulped and nervously sighed. It won't take long. It won't. I lowered down and closed my eyes. Then, my lips made contact with his. They were warm and soft and... they tasted sweet.

I pulled away as I heard a familiar sound. Like "passcode accepted" or something. Slowly, His eyes opened. They were bright emerald. They were beautiful. I took a step back as he stand. Oh Damn. Those muscles. I actually have to bite my lip hard to contain myself.

"Baby..."

His lips produced a drawn, husky, british voice. It curved up into a wide smile, exposing his white teeth and dimples on both side of it. He then walked towards me. He wrapped his arms around my tensed figure still coping with shock. I instantly got lost into the sweet scent of vanilla. Rolls of his chocolate hair tickled my ear.

"Hi, Babe."

I retracted myself from his touch. "Babe?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you prefer me calling you Alexa?" He giggled and walked towards me again.

"Stay where you are."

The glimpse of his naked body makes me want to die. His eyebrows frowned as he stopped on his tracks. "Why?"

"You need to get dressed."