Show Me The Way

EVIE’S POV:

“I know the doctor said light physical activity, but for some reason I don’t think this is exactly what he had in mind.” I giggled, placing a pillow between me and Zayn, attempting to create a buffer. He just threw it away aimlessly, shifting carefully closer to me. His broken leg was propped up on two other pillows. And you would think that someone with several broken bones and a possible concussion would want to take it easy. But apparently Zayn had other things on his mind.

“Aw, babe, come on. It’s been too damn long, I just wanna be near you.”

“Uh huh, i’m sure that’s all you wanna do.”

“Not all I wanna do, but one of the things.”

“So I assume all the other things are just as nice and innocent?” I smirked, lifting a brow at him.

“Can’t say. But maybe I could show you.” I giggled when he tickled my ribs, knowing it would get me to agree to anything if he promised to stop.

“Zayn, you know i’m just looking out for you. Please Please Please stop!” I laughed, jerking uncontrollably as he continued to tickle me. Eventually, he did stop, but not until his top half was hovering above me.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?”

“I guess not…” I averted his gaze, trying my hardest to get rid of the smile creeping up on my face. But I couldn’t help it. “Fine, I’d say this isn’t bad at all. There, are you happy?”

“Very.” He moved his head down so it was nuzzled into my neck, leaving ticklish little kisses all along my shoulder.

“You do know I’m going to have to stop this if you go too far, right?”

“Mmhmm… I’m just going to enjoy myself until then.”

Me too.

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It’s been two weeks since we got back from the hospital, but I’m already seeing changes in Zayn. When we first got home, he was really tired all the time. He could barely get up and out of bed without needing to sit right back down. But now, it was like he was getting stir crazy. He hated being on the crutches, but he did his best to get around with them. Around the apartment, that is. I’m still nervous to go out in public; slippery, rainy sidewalks, crutches, and a broken leg pretty much spells out disaster waiting to happen. And I know for a fact if he went down, I wouldn’t be able to catch him.

But, the best thing that has come out of being here, is Niall and his sudden urge to help out. He goes grocery shopping, cleans up after all three of us, pretty much does anything that I leave lying around for later. I think he feels some sort of hidden guilt, like he should’ve done more for his best friend. It’s crazy, but it’s Niall. And it’s not like i’m going to refuse the extra help.

“Babe, come on we can even take a cab, we’ll be fine.” Zayn was trying to convince me to go out to dinner with him at Colby’s. Although Niall had been extremely helpful, I think he was still hurt from the breakup with Grace (Which I still needed to understand better, because it really didn’t make any sense…), meaning he didn’t want to go out much. That just left me, and an extremely bored Zayn Malik to entertain.

“I swear Zayn, if anything bad happens-”

“If something happens, there’s no one to blame but me.”

He could tell himself all he wants, but I would still feel responsible.

I was starting to feel guilty for forcing him to stay holed up in his apartment for pretty much two weeks straight. I was just so scared…

“You know I’m only being a bitch because I love you, and because I don’t want anything bad to happen, right?” I sighed, suddenly feeling drained. I was being annoying and overprotective and overbearing and I was coddling him. Zayn was a twenty-year-old who’s bene living on his own and dictating his life since he was sixteen, he didn’t need me to do this to him. But I couldn’t help it.

“Come here.” He motioned for me to join him on his bed. He was sitting up against the headboard and I climbed in, settling next to him with his arm wrapped around me.

“I know you’re trying to help, and you are. Seriously, I wouldn’t have survived the past few weeks without you. And I would never think of you as a bitch.Ever. I just think it would be good for us, you know? Just dinner. Nothing else. I promise.”

“Really, no plans to go bar hopping or take a joyride on a motorcycle?” I joked.

“No, none of that. Just you, me dinner, and maybe something else when we get home…” He nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing and nibbling and making me become weak, until I caved.

“Okay. Dinner. But only if you keep up your end of the bargain and do more of that when we get home…” I said in a hushed breath, giggling when he tickled my skin with his tongue.

“Oh, you can could on that.”

I had also been sort of a hardass when it came to sex ever since the accident. And believe me, it was NOT because I didn’t want to. Again, I was scared. I was scared I would hurt him, that I would make it worse… I was just plain scared. But I was all kinds of hot and bothered just from the preview of what I know Zayn could do to me later on.

And what I planned to do to him.

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ZAYN’S POV:

I didn’t blame her for being apprehensive. But I knew that if I didn’t get my ass out of those four walls soon, I was going to go absolutely mental. Thankfully, after two weeks, I wore her down and here we were.

In public.

Easting dinner.

It may not seem like much, but it was exactly what I needed. Colby’s was perfect for this outing; it was close, comfortable, and the waiters all knew us and made sure to take great care of both me and Evie. I think all it took was getting her outside and in the cab for her to realize that everything really was going to be okay. I was only meant to have this dumb thing on my leg for two months, which isn’t too bad. And I was already feeling better. Yeah, I was sore as hell and pretty bruised up. But it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal with time.

Evie, on the other hand, was a different story.

We hadn’t really talked any more about the pills she had been taking, or her court ordered punishment. I had a feeling she didn’t want to think about it, so I never brought it up. I knew that at some point it was going to have to be something that we dealt with. But that time wasn’t right now.

“See, aren’t you glad we did this?” I joked Evie when I massive pile of fries arrived for us to share, I knew she was a sucker for Colby’s fries.

“You sure know how to woo a girl.”

“Just you babe, just you…” She smiled brightly, popping one into her mouth. She looked so cute, I almost couldn’t wait until we got back. But I had worked so hard to get her out, I should at least take advantage of it. But thought of ‘later on’ sort of messed that up…

- -

After a huge meal and a peice of cake on the house we were in another cab on our way home.

“Thank you for doing this with me, I know it was hard for you.” She slipped her hand in mine, resting her head on my shoulder.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, it was just what I thought was best, you know?”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry for babying you lately. And please don’t lie and say it hasn’t been driving you crazy, because I know you better than that.”

I laughed, because she was right. But, it was Evie. I would let her do whatever she wanted to me, including treating me like a eight year old with the flu.

It wasn’t until we were up in my room and I was sitting on the end of the bed that Evie let me finally get a hold of her.

“I’m not really sure how this is gonna work…” She giggled. We laid next to each other on my bed and Evie propped herself up on one elbow.

“Get over here.” I growled, pulling her face down towards me, kissing her like it’s been years. Suddenly, just like that, my primal instincts took over and I just needed to feel all of her.

“Do you know how bad I want you?” I whispered into her ear, pulling her over so she was straddling my waist. My heart thudded in my chest when she finally took the leap and began roaming my body, unbuttoning my shirt, feeling my skin, undoing my belt…

Getting my pants off was a bit of a struggle, but we got past it.

“Your turn” I muttered, popping open the button on her tight jeans. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband, tugging down, revealing the top of a pair of lacy pink panties.

“These are my favorite…” I whispered, trailing my finger along the edge of the lace, feeling goosebumps arise as she let out a little gasp. Her shirt was off, so now, when I looked up at her sitting above me, all I saw was perfect smooth skin, and then her equally perfect breasts pushed up slightly by the matching pink bra. I was mesmerized, moving my finger up her stomach, to the bottom of her bra, tracing the outline of the fabric.

“God, Zayn…” She shifted her hips, allowing her to rub up against my growing bulge in the mose erotic and pleasant way humanly possible.

I quickly moved down to her panties, slipping my hand inside, feeling how wet she already was. I was pleased to know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“Oh, my god.” She grabbed onto my shoulders, throwing her head back and giving me the best view I’ve ever seen in my life. “It feels so good, Zayn.” She whimpered, which only made me harder than I already was. I slid my fingers across her wetness, emitting more moans and whispered praised from her pretty mouth. I slid a finger very gently over her most sensitive spot, again and again, which forced her to collapse, falling onto me and panting and moaning and yelling my name.

When she was spent, she only stayed lying on top of me for a few minutes, before her hands started up again. She moved one hand between us, into my boxers, gently holding me in her tiny little hands.

“I wanna be inside you, babe. I love you so much.” My words seemed to change something inside her, because suddenly her mouth was one mine, but with a forcefullness that hadn’t been as prominant before.

“I want you, Zayn.”

“You have me. You so fucking have me.” And she did, completely. This girl had all of me, she owned me. And it should be scary as hell, but it asn’t. I was happy about it.

Evie sat up, shifting to grab a condom from the bedside drawer, ripping it open with her teeth, whch might’ve been the hottest thing ever. She yanked my boxers down, releasing my erection that was just begging for her. I reached for the condom, but she moved it out of my reach.

“You just relax, okay? I’m gonna do this for you…” When she touched me, as she slid the condom on, I could barely stand it. I immedietly went for her hips, hooking my thumbs under each side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. Next went her bra, and finally, I could see all of her. Every perfect, gorgeous inch of her. She slid her hands up my chest and into my hair, holding my head in place as she kissed me. And hell, did she kiss me. It was the kind of kiss that made me tense and hot and all those good things. Her tongue snaked out, sliding along mine, and her teeth tugged at my bottom lip, emitting a growl from me. And then, before I knew what was happening, she was lowering herself onto me; first slowly, like she was scared. But then I saw her face change, surprise replacing the slight nervousness, and all at once, I was inside of her and it was the best damn thing on earth.

“I’m not sure how- like this, um, I-”

“Baby? There’s not a single thing you could do wrong right now. You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.” I reached up, cradling her face in my hands.

Evie began slowly moving her hips, up and down, side to side… It was so goddamn good I was seeing stars.

“Jesus, babe, you feel incredible…” I grasped one of her breasts in my hand, rolling the already hard nipple between my fingers. She sighed, arching her back, letting me know she was enjoying this. She began moving faster and faster, and I felt my orgasmn approching.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Evie was close, I could feel it, And when she went over the edge, I went with her just seconds later.

“I liked that. Doing it, like that…” She smiled sweetly. We were both still panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Evie’s hand rested on my chest, her hand splayed out right over where my heart was.

“I do too, in case you couldn’t tell.” I raked my fingers through her hair, smoothing out the knots that I had formed just minutes ago.

I eventually fell asleep like this, with Evie tucked under my arm and against my body, keeping me warm and making me feel secure. I liked having her close, knowing she was really here and she wasn’t going anywhere. I always slept better when she was here.

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EVIE’S POV:

When I was with Zayn, I finally felt whole. I thought that would be enough. But it wasn’t, and that fact alone killed me.

So, I laid with him for a long time, until I knew he was asleep. It was tough getitng out of his tight embrace while also not waking him up. But I eventually did. I pulled on a lone t shirt that was thrown over a chair, and wandered out into the dark living room. I sat on the couch with a blanket around me, flipping through channels. But nothing piqued my interest, so I muted it, letitng the picture stay on, giving the room a bit of light. But I didn’t pay attention to it. I just sat.

Zayn made me fele better, he really did. But not even he could help me with this. It was all me, and I knew that. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew it was the truth.

What was wrong with me?

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