HIGH

Chapter 39. Better

SHOUT OUT TO JULEZ VALENTINE

*** ZAYN’S POV ***

                When I was really little, my mum used to read me and my sisters bedtime stories every night. We’d all sit on the couch crammed around my mum straining our necks to see the pictures on the pages. Since I was the only boy I was forced to read princess stories every night before going to sleep. Some of the stories were interesting. They were full of dragons and knights with swords. However it was the same story line over and over again because it was the types of stories my sisters loved. The knight had to kill the dragon in order to save the princess. That part was cool, I guess. The fact that once he slayed the dragon he immediately won the affectionate of everyone. I didn’t really mind having to read the stories. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how the knight would always fall in love with the princess.

See, at the beginning of the story it would introduce the characters. The knight would always speak so fondly of this princess. Basically declaring his love for someone whom he’d only just seen not even someone he’d met once. I didn’t understand how you could love someone who you didn’t know at all. You can’t love someone based off of appearance. You fall in love with who they are as a person, the little things about them.

It’s different when you’re at a club though. You aren’t in search of love when you walk through those doors. If you are, good for you. I’m usually only there to pick a girl up. When you’re just looking for a quick fuck for the night you don’t care about the little things. Where they were born, how many siblings, none of that shit matters. I know that all I care about are good tits and a decent face and body. I don’t care how shallow it sounds, I’m just being honest. What I’m saying though is that love is found in the little things, the stuff you find underneath. Not necessarily a physical form. That’s just my opinion on the subject. 

As I laid there in the guest bed with my head propped up on my hand watching Ava sleep, those were the thoughts going through my head. I don’t know why. They just so happened to come to mind while looking at her.

I won’t lie and say that Ava isn’t attractive. In all honesty she cleans up nice. I remember the night at the club. Regardless of what happened there, Ava looked hot. But looks don’t cancel out her annoying habits. Such as asking a shit load of questions whenever given the chance. But she did have some good qualities too.

A subtle snore broke my scattered thoughts. Ava inched her way back to me so her head rested on my arm. Earlier she had broken away from my embrace putting space between us. That’s what had woken me up. The sudden loss I felt against my chest of her body not being there anymore. I had reacted instantly then longed to pull her back. But I didn’t want to wake her again. She can be grumpy in the morning without a lot of sleep. Her eyes fluttered while she dreamed. The corners of her mouth twitching into somewhat of a smile. She looked weird but I was intrigued at the same time.

When we had made pancakes she was so happy. All bouncy and smiley. It was a nice thing to wake up to at two in the morning.

But fuck, having her under me and making her moan my name wouldn’t even come close in comparison.  Thinking about the previous events in this bed threatened to be revealed once more. The little stunt she pulled when we went back to sleep left me horny and bothered. Eventually the torture became too much and I had to go finish myself off. Her small and gentle touches drove me wild. It was scary to think she had so much power over me and she knew it. I knew she knew it. But I was willing to let it slide. I haven’t had a good fuck like that in forever, even before Ava was forced into my life.

I could hear my phone vibrating against the wooden bedside table behind me. If I made any sudden movements, Ava would wake up. I didn’t want to wake her. Partly because I knew that as soon as she awoke I’d be bombarded with questions and other dumb thoughts running around in her head. But it was mostly because I liked watching her sleep peacefully beside me. It even amazed me how soundly she slept so close to me. The bruises on her body from my previous outburst were only just beginning to fade. It wasn’t the kind of bruises I would have preferred to adorn her body either. The hickeys I had left last night were what I wanted on her, because Ava was mine.