TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 53| If I ain't got you...

DOUBLE UPDATE? BLOOP!

The day passed by with not much to do around town since I couldn't speak the language, and barely knew my way around. So, after shopping with Helga I bought us lunch with the money Zayn left my guard. Of course, being kind enough to offer him to get something, but all he did was give a plain 'no' then turned like I didn't exist. Which was fine with me, he seemed to take his job more seriously than everyone else. That I wasn't sure if I liked being around him too much, he brought thoughts I didn't want in my head so I figured it was best to just go back to the villa.

Helga quietly agreed, sensing the unknown tension as well. But she still didn't hesitate to interact with me, getting her out of the house made her open a tad more. It was good to learn that she had a few kids of her own, but sadly they all fell apart a few years ago. So, they only speak on the holidays, rest of the time she confides to Zayn. Which was surprising to me because I don't think I've ever seen them talk, but apparently, they have a really stable relationship. Just to make her feel better I acted like I knew of it when in fact, I realized that I had no clue about his bond with other people. And that just made me wish I was even closer to him, but with this experience I had a feeling we would be even if it shouldn't happen. After talking with her, she didn't hesitate to give her opinion about outfit choices and helping me pick things out for the next few days or maybe even weeks. I had no clue about how long I was staying here, and to be quite honest. I was fine with it all, college would be handled online. So, everything else was going to be a breeze. At least, I hoped it would be...

After everything I realized how much I truly needed this journey, that it was best to escape for a while and just let everything else handle itself out while I was here, because I was done. And let me tell you, finally putting myself into a place where I didn't care about the outcome of things was weight off my shoulders. I tried and it didn't work, so this was my standing point. Right alongside the person I didn't think I could've had a regular conversation with at first. It was amazing how life turned out, you say that you're not going to do one thing and then it happens. And what you wanted to do ends up being something you don't want, it was just the ironic way of life. And sometimes you were going to have to laugh about it, instead of wallowing on how things used to be. It sucks but it's not the end of the world, you can move on and create so many things when change happens. But when you're like me, you fear that and do the impossible to keep it from happening. Then you realize that you spent most of your life pushing away great opportunities just to keep what you're used to, around. When it's not mean to last forever.

After showering for the second time that day when the evening rolled around, Helga entered my room to help me get ready. I was grateful for her because I barely knew how to get the damn thing on by myself, with her help and a couple of minutes to spare the straps were all wrapped as the little black dress fit my body perfectly. The dress hugged everything tightly, showing every inch of curve that I had. In the past, I would've changed to something more simple and less revealing, but I felt good about myself. The long 'V' like dip showed the brown beauty mark on my breast, going almost to the very start of my abdomen. The silk felt soft and elegant in my fingers. Helga picked this out, telling me he would really like this one after I decided that I had wanted it. I was guessing Zayn's favorite material was silk, considering even his bedsheets sometimes held the soft fabric.