the prettyway // a PRETTYMUCH fanfic

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el:
we get home and all the boys are in their rooms. i walk into zion's room and of course he's playing his favorite game, fortnite. unlike last time, he notices me walking in.

"hey uh guys, i'm gonna leave. i need to talk to my girl," he says speaking into the mic of his headphones. "shit!" he exclaims.

"what?" i ask, wondering what happened.

"g and j don't know i have a girlfriend," he says.

"don't worry, i'm pretty sure both jacks won't think anything of it," i assure him.

he pats on his bed, signaling me to make my way over there.

"so what did you want to talk about babe?"

"malu," i say, bluntly.

"what about malu? you know her?" he says with no hesitation.

"so i heard she liked you, maybe she still does. i heard she wanted you at some point. i heard and saw that fans are outraged that you guys are talking agai-" i want to ramble even more, but he cut me off, "babe!"

"NO!" i scream. i don't know what has gotten in to me, i don't even know this malu, i just know she's no good.

"i saw that live video not too long ago zion. she fucking grabbed her boobs and you fucking commented on that shit," i continue, as tears roll out my eyes. i'm actually very concerned as to why i'm getting emotional over this. i was fine talking to edwin about it and that was not too long ago.

"el, babe. stop, don't cry. baby she's nothing, she means nothing to me," he says, grabbing my hands, holding them tightly.

"explain to me why the fuck all your fans are acting like that?"

"because... because what you said was true. they don't like her, they don't like her attitude and what not... they also have a problem with her age."

"oh so they're gonna have a problem with me?" i start to cry even more.

"NO! definitely not. you're the exact opposite of malu. you aren't as out there as she is, you don't start things like she does. i didn't and i don't want her, she wanted me that's why our fans hate her. baby, they'll love you. ashley loves you," he says wiping away my tears.

i push him away and cross my arms, "okay fine! but explain to me why the hell you guys are following each other again?"

"i honestly don't know baby. she wanted to talk again i guess, when we unfollowed each other people calmed down. i guess she thought they got over it, but i guess not. babe, it's just a follow, it's not like i talk to her every day. you can check my dms if you want."

i turn back around very swiftly. he opens his dms and hands me his phone. he's right, he doesn't really talk to her and if they are talking she starts the conversations.

"babe, don't be mad."

"now you know how it feels to have someone ramble to you about their jealousy?" i snap.

"i'm sorry," he says.

"but what if she wants you again, which i'm sure she does. none of your fans know about our relationship, except for ashley. she's way prettier than me, she has a better body, her fac-"

"STOP! you're perfect just the way you are. babe, if i liked her in the past i would've taken her. did you see how quickly i wanted you? babe, i want you. i need you." there he goes with his words.

"okay fine," i say annoyed, but in actuality i'm relieved.

"babe, don't do me like that. give me a smile," he pleads.

i give him a death stare, which doesn't scare him at all. instead, he tickles the shit out of me making me laugh. he somehow lands on top of me, brining me back to when nathan was on top of me. i push him off of me unwillingly, forgetting that he's my boyfriend.

he lands with his back down on his bed, right next to me, "what's wrong baby?" he asks, with concern in his eyes.

"that position we were in brought me back to- you know what."

"oh. i'm sorry,"

"it's not your fault babe," i say.

"i'm sorry, but this is really blunt of me. how are we supposed to be intimate?"

"i don't know... why?" the most "intimate" we've ever been was back in new york in front of reid and lena. when he lifted me up and my legs wrapped about his waist, my arms wrapped around his neck. his hands supporting my butt, so that i wouldn't fall off, making out right in front of them, aw the memories.

"i'm gonna sound like a douche, forget it."

"no, it's okay, tell me."

"you know? the birds and the bees."

"BABE!" i exclaim in a playful manner. honestly, i have thought about it a couple of times.

"sorry, i told you i was gonna sound like a douche."

"no, you didn't. it's okay, it's normal. plus, i've never tried it before... have you?"

"no," he says quietly.

i jump out the bed, "WHAT? YOU'RE LYING!"

"babe, i know what you're thinking, but i'm not."

i am SHOOK! but he's so fucking gorgeous. aye, that just gives him bonus points.

"but yea. since we're being honest with each other, i'd want to lose my virginity to you." i blush.

"i feel like same way baby."

we lay back down and my head is on his chest.

"i'm sorry babe," i say again.

"for what?"

"if only nathan didn't scar me we'd be where you want us to be right now."

"it's okay, i respect you." aw i have a gentleman.

he breaks into lyrics... his lyrics:
yea i know, you ain't wanna let nobody get close. but i won't let nobody else inside of your clothes. would you dive in with me or hesitate? a different space that you've ever been. so we'll hop in a jacuzzi, cool off in the shower, and drip *chuckles* till we soak the bed.

"when you're ready of course. but those first two lines are very true."

"i fucking love that song, I LOVE WHEN YOU CHUCKLE."

he sits up, looks into my eyes, "that verse is all for you babe."

i forget about what nathan did to me, i put all those memories in the very back of my mind where it won't come back to me... for tonight. this is zion, the love of my life. he's different, he's mine.

fuck it! i go straight for his lips and we start to make out. i always felt a feeling in my stomach when we would make out. but right now, my stomach is on fire, but in a good way. i straddle on his lap, he grips onto my waist, then pulls away from the kiss.

"babe, what's happening? is this what i think it is?"

i nod, his face brightens up in excitement.

"are you sure?" he reassures.

i nod once again and kiss him more. he reaches to the table next to his bed, opening his drawer. he whips out a condom packet.

"you were ready?" i question, while giggling.

"you never know." he smiles.