Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

Amanda and Clyde

(Gunna be a short chapter, just want to explain what happens between Clyde and Amanda.)

AMANDA'S POV

"Clyde, that was the probably the best we have ever had." I moan.

"Yeah, those were really good brownies, I can't believe we ate all of them." We both laugh and finish the last bite together and he gives me a little kiss afterwards.

"Now what should we do now? we have the whole house to ourselves." he smirks and pulls me to his chest and kisses me, grabbing the sides of my hips and pulling them up on to the dirty counter.

His hands pull at the hem of my shirt and he pulls it over my head. "Oh god, every time it seems I forget how fucking huge your boobs are." he moans and I suck at his neck, he knows I hate talking whenever we have sex.

We ended up having sex, just as you can presume and it seemed more intimate, more alluring this time as we got the counter all wet and dirty.

"Shit this stuff is hard to clean." Clyde groans, wiping the counters. I have my tiny robe on and a glass of wine as I lean against the counter and watch as his biceps flex with every move of the cloth he is using to clean up our 'mess'.

"You look good babe, really good." I say and continue to watch him for a few seconds longer.

"Can you grab the newspaper? It should help." he asks and I nod, setting my wine glass down and grabbing the newspaper.

The cover catches my eye as I notice the familiar name and tragic story, I crumble the page and hide it behind my back, throwing the rest of the newspaper at the counter so Clyde can use it and I slowly walk back towards our room.

"Amanda? Where are you going, I thought we were going for round two." I can hear his footsteps near me as I turn into the bedroom, trying to find a place to hide the newspaper.

"Amanda, you can't hide from me." he says playfully, wanting to play his favorite game. I run towards the dresser and pull it open as quick as possible."

"I got you now- what the hell are you doing?" he says as soon as when he sees me in the bedroom, forcing the jammed dresser door open with a large piece of newspaper in my hands and my robe half fallen off.

"You look damn sexy, but what are you trying to hide?" he reaches over for the newspaper but I put it behind my back.

"No, you can't." I say, pulling the paper behind my back.

"Amanda, give it to me now." he says sternly and I finally oblige and give it to him, awaiting for his yelling and madness.

"What! This is all your fucking fault, I shouldn't have left." Clyde starts to yell and I just pull my robe on and take a seat on the bed.

"My fault? Clyde shut the fuck up, get over yourself he killed himself. You didn't kill him, he killed himself." I fight back.

"You shut the fuck up, I'm fucking pissed and it's your fault! If I didn't leave him, oh my god I should've known he had problems, I saw it but I was so hung up on you."

"Don't put this on me, of all the fights Clyde this is our dumbest one." I pick at my nails and roll my eyes.

"Dumbest one? Don't you see what is of us? We are fucked up, don't you see how real relationships are, can you not notice that Zayn and Trish work because she is always there for him as much as he is for her."

"Stop complaining Clyde, and stop I'm tired of hearing about Zayn and Trish and Trish and Zayn like they are all you talk about and you talk about Trish and how she treats Zayn the way you want me to treat you like who does that?" he stares at me and I finally notice what has been in front of my eyes this whole time. "You son of a bitch."

"What now Amanda?" he groans.

"You like her. You fucking like her!" I yell, tearing up but swallowing my sadness and using my anger towards him.

"What?" he says slowly.

"Fuck you." I yell. "Admit it!" I yell and throw a pillow at him twice.

"Fine! Fuck it, yeah I do. She's everything you aren't, fucking perfect, she cares about me, cares about what is wrong when I am sad."

"And what? You're going to leave me for her? She has a boyfriend! Do you not understand there lies nothing between you two! NOTHING!"

"I'm fucking done." he yells and slams the door on me. That's it? Usually he will yell at me even more, and then we have make up sex.

I end up just laying in bed, crying and crying. The fact that the one I loved more than my own life just ended things between me because he's falling for the girl who helped us runaway.

What a fucked up day, and a fucked up life.

SO GUYS I JUST DID THIS CHAPTER AS A FILLER FOR AMANDA AND CLYDE BECAUSE WELL ITLL BE IMPORTANT LATER ON.

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