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Show Me The Way

Chapte 1

EVIE’S POV:

“Are you sure you can take him?”
“Yes, of course, it’s fine!” I told Zoey, my Aunt. She was chucking random things into her bag, struggling to get her coat on, and flinging open the front door.
“Alright. Okay. Cool. Thanks. I’ll see you guy’s tonight!” She said, blowing me an air kiss before shutting the door. I could hear her heels clacking on the hardwood floor of the hallway until she reached the elevator.
It wasn’t even 9 AM and she had already gotten more done than I plan to do all week. The only real plans I have were the ones I just made, promising to get Will to his therapist appointment. Other than that, I was completely free.
“Will!” I yelled, banging on his bedroom door. “Get your ass up! We need to be out of here in 45 minutes!” I gave the door one final knock before wandering into my room.

We had been here a grand total of two months and there were still half-unpacked boxes all over the place. It wasn’t that I didn’t think this move was permanent, it was just sort of a psychological thing. For some reason, I felt the need to leave the boxes there for as long as we lived in the las place. Which was 4 months.
So, in two months maybe we’ll get lucky and i’ll be able to have a semi-presentable bedroom. But for now it worked alright.


“Will! Are you up?!” I pushed open the door to find my brother still lying facedown in his bed.
“Damnit.” I mumbled, going over to him and throwing the duvet off the bed, flicking him on the back of the head, and basically doing anything else I could think of to get him up.
“I’m not your maid, this isn’t my job. Just get up, please. We need to go in 15 minutes.” He rolled over, rubbing his eyes.
“Huh?” Will finally said, as if he had no clue as to what’s been going on.
“You have your appointment with Dr. Block.” I said, annoyed.
“Oh, yeah, okay.” He said, rolling out of bed.


10 minutes later he was ready to go in a baseball hat, jeans, and a grey long sleeved shirt. My brother was 16, making a fashion statement wasn’t exactly at the top of his priority list.
“How you feeling today?” I asked WIll as we walked out of the building. It was really starting to get cold and it was only early November. I pulled my coat around me tighter, wishing I had worn a few more layers.
“Fine, Ev. I’m fine.” He said grumpily. It was obviously one of those days where he had zero interest in casual conversation, so I just let us walk the rest of the way in silence.
“You know you don’t have to walk me every time, right? I’m not seven.” He snapped as I held the door open for him.
“Well I would agree with you if you hadn’t skipped three meetings when you were allowed to go on your own.”
“Whatever” Will said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and ignoring me the entire elevator ride up to the 17th floor.

Entering Dr. Blocks office was like walking into a whole different world from the rest of this building . The architecture of the tall office building was all old English; stone and fancy and big windows. The Lobby had marble floors and an oak carved desk. But the second you opened the door to Dr. Block’s waiting room, everything changed. It was like a serene modern spa. There was a little fountain that I guess was supposed to be relaxing, along with really quiet music which I guess was also supposed to be relaxing. The couch was really big and comfy and I always felt like I could so easily fall asleep on it when I was waiting for Will.
“Hello Will, Evelyn.” Karen, the receptionist spoke in a hushed tone, like always.
“Hey Karen.” Will said, flopping down onto the couch.
“Dr. Block is ready for you.” Karen said a few minutes later. And with that, I was left alone with Karen. Not that it really even felt that way. She never talked to me or anything, so I might as well be alone.

Will’s appointments were usually around 2 hours. Which seems like a really long time, but Dr. Block said that it took him some time to warm up to the idea of talking, so they needed double sessions. But I really didn’t mind, I liked sitting in the waiting room and listening to my ipod or reading or flipping through magazines or something, it was pretty relaxing. And I had a feeling that if I wasn’t here waiting when Will came out he would end up going off somewhere afterwards where he could end up getting into trouble. And as much as I hated thinking about those things and having to baby him, and having him hate me, I didn’t have a choice at this point. We were each other’s family now.

It had only been about half an hour when I heard the sound of the elevator ding on this floor. I didn't look up from the magazine I was skimming, learning all about this seasons trendy nail polish colors. I heard heavy footsteps on the floor.
“Hello Zayn.You’re early.” I heard Karen say, a bit nicer tone to it than she had had with us.
“Hi Karen, good to see you. I thought i’d just chill in here until my appointment. I’m gonna go use the toilet if you don’t mind.” I heard a low, male voice say. It held a heavy accent.
“Of course.” Karen cooed. I looked up to see a tall figure with dark hair saunter off towards the bathroom. Karen saw me watching.
“Please don’t ask for a picture. It’s the last thing he needs.”
“What?” I asked, completely thrown off by her random question.
“Please, just do not ask for a picture with him.”
“Why would I ask for a picture?” I wondered out loud.
“You know who he is.” She said matter-of-factly.
“I don’t-”
“One Direction.” She said simply. That name did actually sound familiar. I had heard it on the radio, on TV and stuff.
“Oh, that boy band?” I asked, starting to understand. Karen just gave me a stiff nod.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on asking him for a picture. I don’t even really know who he is.” She gave me a sideways glance and continued typing furiously on her computer, so I just went back to reading my magazine.
“Hi.” I suddenly heard. My head jerked up to see the guy who had just walked in a few minutes ago, sitting across from me. I was met with a pair of dark eyes that were staring lazily at me. There were dark bags under them, making it look like he hasn’t slept in days. But I mean, he pulled the look off pretty well. He was one of those people who’s just beautiful, naturally gifted in that department. From the top of his dark head of hair, down to his scruffed up black boots. I could tell it wasn’t even a facade. He wasn’t trying to look this way, he just did.
“I’m Zayn.” His low voice spoke, his accent different from others i’ve heard in London.
“Nice to meet you.” I said, confused as to why this apparently famous guy was talking to me.
“Do I get to know your name?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
“Evelyn. Well, Evie. Just, yeah, Evie.” I fumbled, hating myself for not being able to keep my cool for even two minutes.
“What are you doing here? You seem pretty normal.” I hadn’t been expecting that. But strangely, I don’t think he was kidding.
“My brother. He’s in with Dr. Block.” Will would hate me for telling someone where he was right now, but it just came out.
“Ahh, so he’s the crazy one.” It was a statement. Not a question. This guy was bizarre, and starting to get on my nerves.
“He’s not crazy.” I snapped.
“Okay; disturbed, misguided, unstable. Trust me, i’ve heard them all. It’s fine, i’m messed up too. Your brother and I have something in common.” He smirked, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
“Well what’s wrong with you then?” I asked, suddenly intrigued.
“I’m not sure you’ve earned that one yet, love. But i’ll give you a spoiler, it’s never a happy ending.” I looked at him, confused by what he had just said. He was thin, scruffy, tall, the makings of a sex icon. But there was something else. Something...broken. His jeans hung on his hips with tatters and holes in them, his t shirt fades, a black wool coat thrown next to him. Several tattoo’s were visible up and down his arms. He smelled strongly of cigarettes, and a hint of cologne. My eyes wandered to meet his.
“Do you smoke?”


ZAYN’S POV:

She was hot, I was bored. It had been that simple. I thought she would recognise me immediately; squeal or giggle or ask for a picture or throw herself at me or something.
But in reality, nothing.
She was interesting though. Much more than I would’ve initially expected.
“No, I don’t.” She responded to my question, giving me a strange look that I couldn’t quite read.
“Well, would you like to go outside and watch me smoke?” I grinned.
“Why the hell not. It’s not like I have anything better to do.” She shrugged, closing the magazine that sat on her lap, grabbing her bag, and standing up with me.
“Zayn-”
“It’s fine Karen, we’ll be right back.” She shook her head at me, but it went ignored. Karen had some sort of massive stick up her ass 24/7.
“Follow me.” I told Evie, leading her up a few flights of stairs and through a heavy door, onto the roof.
“Wow.” She breathed as we approached the edge of the building. You could look across a vast expanse of London from up here.
“Pretty nice huh? Aren’t you glad you came?” She looked towards me, but said nothing. I took the opportunity of her looking out at the city to properly check her out; she really was fit. long dark hair, a nice body, good style, very pretty icy blue eyes. Maybe a bit too much makeup, but you could still tell how naturally pretty she was.
“Weren’t you coming out here to smoke? Or was that just a ploy to lure me into your trap so you can murder me or something?” A smile played at her lips.
“You’re funny.” I said, pulling a pack of cigarettes and lighter out of my jacket pocket, lighting it quickly and taking a deep breath in.
“Do you really enjoy it? Knowing that you’re killing yourself, and paying for it? Literally.”
“It’s relaxing.” I mutter, exhaling the cloud of smoke.
“Uh huh.” She leant against the railing, watching as I finished the cigarette and pulled out another one.
“Can I ask the obvious question?”
“Depends.” She responded quickly.
“What’s an American doing in a London psychologist office with her brother?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, seeming to contemplate her answer. “Don’t think you’ve earned that one yet.” Damn, using my own words against me.
“Fair enough.” I dropped the but of the cig on the ground, crushing it with the bottom of my shoe, then looked up to see Evie staring at me.
“I was wrong.” I spoke, she seemed to snap out of a haze she had been in.
“What?”
“I was wrong about you, you’re not normal.” She seemed confused, but not insulted.
“What’s normal anyways?” She smirked, pushing herself off the railing and walking towards me. “You really think anyone is normal?” She continued. She was close, closer than I would’ve thought she would get to me. She seemed like one of those girls who wouldn't even touch a guy until he’s bought her dinner, met her parents or something.
“I think you’re...dynamic.” I admitted. She smiled, apparently enjoying my answer.
“Thanks. And you’ve got that whole broody bad boy thing going for you so i’m sure the girls just love that.”
“In fact, they do.” I wasn’t gonna lie to the girl.
“It’s not working on me.”
“Yes it is.” I quickly said, staring straight at her. I took a step closer so we were toe-to-toe, barely any space between us. “Right now... it’s working.” I was mostly trying to get a rise out of her.
“No it’s not.” She said, stepping away first and visibly blushing slightly. I had gotten to her. This whole tough girl thing could clearly only last so long.
“Plus I make you nervous, that’s even better.”
“Don’t fucking flatter yourself.” She huffed, pushing me lightly and making her way to the door. I watched as she brushed off my comment, going back to the cold expression she had a moment ago. I was intrigued to say the least. There was something more to her than she was letting on.
“You coming?” She asked a second later when I hadn’t followed.
“Sure.” I said.
I could already tell this was going to be interesting.


EVIE’S POV:

I met Zayn only half an hour ago and i’m already 99% sure he thought I was a bitch. I have no idea where this random burst of confidence came from, it wasn’t me. But something about his cocky attitude plus the fact that he was annoying me with his comebacks, mixed with the fact that he was actually insanely good looking, flipped a switch in me. It made me want to beat him at his own game.
“So, what days are you gonna be here?” He asked once we were both sitting back in the waiting room with still about 40 minutes until Will’s appointment was over.
“Hopefully not too many. I only come when Will can’t be trusted to show up on his own.” Why had I told him that? He didn’t ask. But he didn’t seem fazed by my response. Instead he just nodded once.
“I was hoping I would be able to see you again.” He said, looking at me with unwavering eyes.
“Who says you won’t?” I didn’t flinch as his gaze only got more intense.
“When?” He asked.
“I dunno...” I looked around, glancing at the clock.
“How about tonight? A friend of mine is having a party at his flat.” He was being forward and I knew if I wanted to win, I had to seem like his words didn’t make my heart race. I hated that this completely random reasonably attractive guys words had any kind of effect on me.
“Maybe. I’ll have to see.”
“Well once you check your schedule, is there a number I could ring you on?” Wow, he really wasn’t giving up.
“I - Well, sure.” I pulled out my phone, swapping iPhone’s with him and punching my number in. I couldn’t help but notice that his contact list was filled with quite a few girls names.
“So, Where are you from?” Zayn asked, leaning forward in his chair.
“Well, Uh... I grew up in Connecticut. But then, my- I moved to Boston, with my Aunt.” It was obvious there was more to the story, but thankfully he didn’t press any further.
“Have you always lived in London?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.
“No. I’m from Bradford. It’s like 35 minutes away.”
“Do you go back often?”
“No, not really. Um, not as much as I should.” He seemed uncomfortable so I didn’t ask anything else about it.
“So I heard you’re in like, a band...”
“Karen told you i’m assuming?” He turned to look at the receptionist who was glaring at us from over her glasses which were perched on her nose.
“Yeah, but I kinda knew. Like, not really, but I had heard of you guys.”
“Yeah, well, we’re sort of taking some time off for now. Just for the year I think.”
“Why?” I mean, they’re apparently a pretty big deal. Why would he want to just stop?
“It was getting to be very overwhelming. Which I guess is how I ended up here. But, yeah... I dunno, we just needed a break. It’s been non-stop working for like 3 years.” I nodded. I’ve never had a real job, one where other peoples lives and paychecks were depending on me doing well, so I definitely can’t relate to his situation. But it actually did make sense to me.

We talked for a while longer, until the door to Dr. Block’s office opened and Will walked out, the same irritated look on his face as two hours ago.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He mumbled, walking right over to the elevator.
“I guess I should go. And you-” I looked towards the now-open door.
“Yeah, that’s my cue. I’ll be texting you.” Zayn smiled, winking at me. Winking always seemed really awkward and weird, but he managed to actually make it look cool somehow.
I scoffed. “Goodbye Zayn.”
“G’bye Evie.”

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unfortunately, i am STILL not able to post on this site for unknown reason, but i just posted the new chapter on my blog yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! so yeah, you can go to notarealhipster.tumblr.com and click on the 'fanfics' tag and all my fics with their newest chapters are there :)
also, i started writing a non-fic story (it's a New Adult romance-fiction thing) called 'Change My Mind'. There's a tab for that on my blog too, so i hope maybe some of you will read it and like it. thank you so much if you do !!!!! <3
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I'm really sorry guys, but for some reason it isn't letting me post Chapter 28 on here. I've tried a bunch of time,s but it isn't working. But I posted the chapter on my blog HERE so if you wanted to read it, it's there :)
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