nine. sexual&healing

These cameras are pissing Zayn the fuck off.

Like, he's exhausted after this long-ass flight and now there are videographers and booms and bright lights in his face and all Zayn wants to do is get Stevie in their hotel and go the fuck to sleep.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently.

"Got everything?" He asks, as they find their rental car--a silver Jeep--and pile everything inside.

"Yup."

"Good. Let's go."

The ride is silent.

And ironically, the producers keep telling them to talk. For people who knew each other previously, they sure aren't speaking much.

Apparently, out of all the other couples selected for the show, Zayn and Stevie are shaping up to be the most boring.

They had a couple of cute moments, but that was it.

There were no fights, no arguments, no tension.

See?

Boring.

Zayn didn't care, though. So what? He didn't sign up for this for fame or ratings. He signed up because he was lonely; because he wanted a companion for life--and he'd gotten a reunion and a resurfaced heartache.

So the crew could all go screw themselves.

But what cameras and crews didn't know, because there were none on the plane, was what Stevie had told Zayn oh so casually as she flipped through pictures of her girls.

Stevie had suffered from depression.

"You know," she'd shrugged so nonchalantly. "After my mom..."

Better now -- she says she's been "better now," but Zayn didn't know what that all meant when some days were still--or, could still be--so far from alright or okay or better, now.

Zayn keeps glancing sideways at her as he drives through the streets. He can barely focus on his surroundings, now. He's in Hawaii for the love of god but damn it, he's more than a little distracted by her long thick hair flying around her face as she stares excitedly out of the open window of the Jeep.

The multitude of questions cloud his brain and start putting pressure on his skull. He's quiet. Too quiet. He's deep in thought as he parks the Jeep in front of the Marriott and grabs at luggage and allows the valet to take the car and the bellboy to take his bags and Stevie to squeal excitedly as another lei is put around her neck and travel brochures are slipped into her hands and they are led to their bedroom.

The suite is nice.

It's big and spacious and there are petals sprinkled over the bed, and Stevie is too excited, a sight that would be cute to Zayn had he not still been in his head about her having depression.

"Zayn? Zayn, are you alright?"

He looks up from the handle on his suitcase, which he had been staring at, sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're scaring me, man."

"Sorry," he mutters.

She tilts her head to the side. "You okay?"

He chuckles, lip curling into the slightest of smiles. "You ask that like you already assume I'm not."

She grins. "I know you're not," she clarifies, and she leans forward, hands on her knees as she gets close to his face and her shirt dips and his eyes flicker to her cleavage. "You've got your..." and she taps his nose, "your thinking face on."

Zayn wrinkles his nose and replies, "Cute," in the most sarcastic tone he can muster, despite actually thinking that she does, in fact, look adorable with her hands on her knees and her face in his face and that smile in her eyes.

He clears his throat as she laughs at the sarcasm she doesn't know is fake.

Zayn licks his lips. "How're you feeling?"

"Fine," she shrugs. "I mean, it's not like we're in Hawaii or anything."

"Thanks, smartass."

This sarcasm is real, now.

And Stevie laughs aloud again, and Zayn looks down, turning away from the bright smile that he hadn't seen in such a long time because all of a sudden here is this feeling again of...

He clears his throat again, rising at once from the edge of the bed.

Stevie stands, too.

"Hey, Zayn?"

"Yeah?"

There's a glint in her eye. "Remember that time we snuck out of the dorms after curfew?"

He chokes in disbelief. "You remember that?" He exclaims. "You were a freshman!"

"A baby," she nods. "And we got ice cream."

"Even though it was fucking freezing," Zayn nods, laughing with a smile. "Fuck--You do remember."

"Of course. Our adventures were legendary thanks to me."

"They were," he chuckles, stroking his beard pensively. And he narrows his eyes, "And they were always your idea."

"'Course they were, scaredy-cat," she giggles. "Now, get dressed. Let's go."

Zayn's eyes widen. "Like, now? Stevie, it's late."

"God, Zayn!" She groans with a chuckle, rolling her eyes. "You say I haven't changed? We're adults and you don't want to go out, still?"

"I mean, no! No, wait--It's not like that, Stevie," he retorts as she only rolls her eyes again, hands on her hips, foot tapping against the carpeted floor.

"Look," he continues, "I just...Are you up for it?"

"Up for it?" She giggles, hand over her lips and Zayn's heart does a backflip in his chest. "It's my idea, silly."

"I mean," he clears his throat for the third time, "Are you," he pauses, "are you...you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," she snorts. "And I'd feel better if you got your ass in some trunks so we could walk down to the beach."

"Stevie?" Zayn asks, reaching into his suitcase.

"Yeah?"

He tosses a towel at her face.

"Shut up."

But, Stevie's laughing.

"Yeah, yeah," she replies coolly. "Just get that skinny ass of yours into some adventure pants."

"My ass isn't skinny."

"Yeah," she snorts. "Right."

"Whatever," and he hikes an eyebrow. "Adventure pants?" He scoffs, "Lame."

"Says you?" She grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, "Ignored."

Zayn's laughter dissolves into silence. He pauses.

She's changing.

And Zayn cannot take his eyes off of her.

She digs excitedly around her luggage for things to wear out and Zayn is standing there staring as if he'd never seen a female body before.

As if he'd never seen her body before.

It's different, now, though.

In his defense.

She's curvier. More full. Her boobs seem bigger, but he's not just staring at her boobs. Her hips seem more round and her ass seems way fatter and her thighs touch...and yeah, they touched before but now she was like...shit, she's like, she's a woman now.

He's fucking corny as hell for that one.

"Zayn."

"Huh?" His eyes snap to hers.

"Stop staring and get some clothes on, man."

"I--" His cheeks tinge pink. He's a grown man, blushing. "I--I wasn't--"

He's a damn liar, too.

"Yeah, right," she laughs. And she tosses his towel back at him. "You've got the rest of your life to stare. Now, get changed so we can go."

And Zayn actually does as he's told, but not until he's stuck out his tongue at her.

Her laugh is loud and full and the sound fills him completely.

And he smiles.

The rest of his life.

Stevie's his wife.

That hadn't even seemed real. Still didn't. But hearing her say it...

Well.

Well, that changes things.

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