Dark: Zayn Malik [On Hold]

- "Hey, bae," I smile, twirling around my room as he walks in.
"The fuck are you doing?" he asks, watching as I twirl and spin, having the time of my life. I don't really know why I'm spinning but, when you're bored and you have an open space where you won't get hurt, you're gonna want to spin until your dizzy, wanting to feel that unknown feeling.
"I'm spinning!" I giggle, almost falling on my butt. Eventually, I do fall and Zayn's quick to pick me up again, setting me on my bed. He smiles and tucks a loose stand of hair behind my ear.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, smiling at me affectionately.
"You're prettier," I mumble, taking his hand.
"And look here," he says, and frowns. "The bad boy fell for the innocent girl... how does that happen?" he whispers, pulling me onto his lap. I nuzzle my face into his neck and grin.
"I don't know but, the feeling's mutual." -

Eve is your typical seventeen-year old girl. She's bubbly, friendly, kind, and inhumanly beautiful. She has straight black hair that cascades down her back, resting on her bum. She has gorgeous dark-green eyes and a pretty smile that can win any guy -or girl- over. She's short for her age, being four-feet, eleven inches tall. Its abnormal, actually. Her mom was short, though.
She works as a model for her small town in Rhode Island. She's so innocent and when the towns 'Bad Boy' starts finding an interest in her and an urge to protect her, she's confused.

Why would such a beautiful -yet dangerous- man fall for someone as good and innocent as she?

- "Eve Samantha Wiley, will you marry me?"
I gasp, watching as he weighs himself on one knee, kneeling before me with a gorgoeus and simple ring sitting in the jewlery box. The diamonds are shaped into a beautiful heart and the band is silver. It looks about my size aswell.
"I-" I stutter, looking towards the bathroom. "I need a moment." I say and flee for the bathroom, locking it afterwards.

You're such a coward, Eve. -