Caught | 1D AU

10.

He gave me a book to read so that I wouldn't be bored when he went to clean up breakfast, clean the house, find more fire wood, and do all the other chores that needed doing. He kept reminding me how I didn't need to help with anything because my foot was injured. Not that I had offered to help or anything. I sat back against a tree and had a boring, quiet day with a book that looked dustier than my grandma's ashes.

The book was hard to get into, and written with long complicated sentences, and I don't know why he thought I'd want to read a book, I hadn't read one since high school five years ago. I put it down and looked off into the woods, wondering if there was a path that would take me home. Wondering if he was busy enough on the other side of the yard chopping wood, that he wouldn't notice if I started wandering off. But my foot still hurt putting any pressure on it, right now it was numb from keeping it elevated on top of a log he had brought over. I watched him swing an axe down with a thwack into a log, splitting it effortlessly. He put the head of the axe on the ground and leaned onto the handle as he wiped his arm across his forehead. He smiled when he saw me watching, and I turned back to face the lake, terrified of the possibility that he would swing that axe down at me.

The lake was strange and murky, with barely any movement. The color was greenish, greyish, absorbing the coloring from the trees and sky. I stared at the sky and thought about life and how weird it was. I wondered what Zayn was up to; If he knew I was kidnapped, if anyone knew I was kidnapped? He probably just assumed I took what I needed and left. That's what he wanted. I wondered if he missed me though, or if he already found someone else to hook up with?

I didn't understand what had happened, we were going strong for so long, and then in the last couple weeks things just got turned upside down. I'd see him less and less, until the only time I saw him was when he showed up in bed at four in the morning, covering me in drunk kisses. I missed that pillow talk. I rested my head against the bark of the tree as I remembered the very last night I spent with him.

*

He crawled up from the foot of the bed, right on top of me. "Babe," he whispered in my ear, grabbing my ear lobe with his lips.

"Mmmmm," I said as I opened my eyes. The fairy lights strung up around the room just bright enough so I could see his face. His cologne smelled like cookies, I missed it like a warm hug. He kissed me on the lips. "You know the rule," I said after tasting the alcohol on his dry tongue.

"But babe, I miss you," he whined.

"Just brush your teeth, I'm right here," I said up to him. He laid right on top of me, looking into my eyes with his nose touching mine, squishing my boobs with his chest.

"The bathrooms too far away. You'll be too far away," he said.

"I was sleeping," I whined right back. "I was in the middle of a dream, it was wild, a sexy prince on a white stallion was calling me to his sex dungeon."

"Did the sexy prince happen to be me, perhaps?" he asked.

"I don't know, he never took off his helmet."

"Kinky."

"Are you jealous?"

"Extremely," he said, lowing his lips back down to mine. I lifted my head up to meet him and kissed him despite his dry mouth.

"You know," I said, through kisses, "what really got me going," I kissed him some more, "was when," another peck on the lips, "the prince brushed his teeth."

Zayn pulled away from me, grinning down at me. "Even kinkier," he said.

I patted his shoulder, pushing up on him, pushing him off the bed, he continued to lean toward me, stealing kisses as I walked him back, out of the room, down the hall to the bathroom. I switched the light on as he was in the middle of kissing me, then I pushed him back and he stumbled until he landed on the toilet. "Not cool babe, I almost fell in," he said as he looked underneath him into the toilet bowl. He blinked in the too bright light, obviously too slow to be anywhere close to sober.

"That's not my fault, I'm not the one who leaves it up," I said as I opened the mirror cabinet and got his tooth brush out for him, and then the tooth paste, squeezing an adequate amount on the bristles. I passed it through water and handed it to him. He took it and looked at it like he didn't understand what it was. "Brushing teeth is such a weird concept, it's literally your bone," he said as he stuck it in his mouth and brushed it along his teeth. I leaned against the sink as I watched him. "I'm literally washing my skeleton," he said through foam running down his chin.

I couldn't help but smile at him. "Yup, exactly." I leaned in toward him to whisper, "You gotta keep your skeleton happy otherwise it'll rip its way right out of your skin."

He stared at me incredulous, then leaned toward the sink to spit. He looked back at me, "do you think... that when we're long dead and gone... our skeletons will go at it just as much as we do?"

I leaned in to kiss him, tasting the toothpaste on his lips, "no doubt." I pulled back slowly, and his face followed, hovering just close enough to make it seem like we were being held together like a magnet. He stood up quickly, pushed me against the doorframe, and this time when his tongue pushed past my lips, it tasted of cool mint. I pulled him back down the hallway, back into bed.

NOTE--

Updating you guys on my love life once a week is difficult because so much happens in one week. So first off, last Saturday I sprained my ankle real bad right before my soccer game, it wasn't even during the soccer game which is really embarrassing. But I haven't been able to walk on it, and I've been on crutches, and it has been a time. Let me tell you.

Because of that I also had to cancel my date on Saturday night because it involved walking around town, and that wasn't going to happen. But I couldn't just not see this boy, so I decided to watch a movie with him later that night because I could totally do that, and one thing lead to another like always, and I slept over. And then I had to hobble past all of his housemates on crutches in the morning and it was the most embarrassing walk of shame I've ever had....

Also I'm mostly friends with exboyfriend again. I mean it's hard to not be friendly when we live together because not being friendly means I'd be miserable all the time. 

Sorry my author notes are always so long, I just have a lot going on...