Memories (One Direction Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 17 Drunk

Chapter 17 Zayn’s P.O.V

I watched as her eyes fluttered open. A smile creeping onto her lips. “Sleep well?” I ask. “Like a baby, you?” She replied. “Same.” I say looking into her perfect blue eyes.

“I love you.” I say. “I love you too.” She says. “Jasmine, I need you to know that I love you so much, I love you more then anything, I would do anything you ask me too, I would take multiple bullets for you, I love you more then life it self, if I ever lost you I don’t know what I would do-” She cuts me off. “Zayn I know how much you love me, and I love you just as much, but please stop rambling on and on. Okay?” She says. I nod. She smiles and presses her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her. When we pull away for air I say, “You are my everything.” She smiles at me. “Good.” Her lips crash onto mine.

“Jasmine’s dreams of being a pro swimmer changed once she found her talent in fashion.” The man said. I didn’t bother to stop the tears from falling, I let them fall freely. I just didn’t understand how this could of happened.

Jasmine’s P.O.V

“You stupid bitch!” He yelled as I stood shocked at the words he was saying.

Earlier.

“Jasmine, the lads and I are going drinking, you want to come?” Zayn asked. I look up at him. “No I’m fine, go have fun.” I told him. He smiled at me. His lips were pressed to my cheek. “I love you.” He said before walking out.

I look down at my feet to see Lucy. “I guess it’s just you and me.” I said.

Later

“Jasmine?” I heard Zayn yell as he entered the flat. “In hear!” I shout from the couch not bothering to look up from my laptop. I heard him stumble over to me. “Hey.” He said, his breath smelling of liquor. “Zayn your drunk.” I point out. “So what are you going to do with me?” He asked. “I set my laptop down on the coffe table.

I turn and Zayn lurches towards me. He’s on top of me and his lips are attacking mine. It was defiantly not a gentle kiss. I rolled off the couch. Zayn pouted at me. “Come here.” He says demandingly. “Zayn no.” I say backing away. Zayn gets up and walks over to me.

He pins my arms against the wall and crashes his lips onto mine. His lips move down to my neck. “Zayn! Stop!” I yell in his ear. He pulls away.

“You stupid bitch!” He yells I stand there shocked at the words that just came out of his mouth. He still has my arms pined. His lips make contact with my neck. “Zayn!” I yell pushing him off me.

“You stupid bitch! Come here!” He yells and grabs my wrists. “Zayn! Let go!” I say trying to get out of his strong hold. “Shut up!” He yells and slaps me REALLY hard. The tears come to my eyes. “ZAYN! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” I scream. My phone rings in my pocket and I answer as Zayn stands in front of me. He nocks my phone out of my hands and it fall onto the carpet. “Don’t ever yell at me! You stupid worthless bitch!” He yells. The tears fall down my face. “Zayn, please stop.” I plead. I fall to my knees. “Get up!” Zayn yells. “No.” I say through clenched teeth. “Get up you stupid bitch!” He slaps me harder then before and the pain in my cheek is unbearable. “Please.” I beg.

The door to our flat burst open as Amy runs in with the lads. Amy runs to my side. As if knowing my question she says. “I’m the one that called you.” She says and I nod. The lads hold Zayn back. It wasn’t the first time I had seen Zayn drunk like this. But it was the first time he hit me.

“Jasmine do you want to come back to the hotel with me?” Amy asked softly. I shook my head. “Why not?” She asked stuned that I would say no. I didn’t really have an answer. “Because… I want to stay here.” I said as the tears kept falling. Amy nodded. She helped me up. The boys and Zayn had disappeared. Amy and I walk to my room.

Zayn’s P.O.V

My eyes open. I’m on the couch. I look up to see Jasmine, she has a huge purple and black bruise on one side of her face and I immediately start to worry. I reach out my hand to feel the bruise.

“What happened?” I ask concern dripping from my words. She just shakes her head. I try and sit up and a wave of pain in my head comes. Jasmine grabs a glass of water and painkillers, I take them gratefully.

I can tell Jasmine hasn’t had any sleep. “What happened?” I ask again. She shakes her head. “You… you were drunk…” She says her voice cracking. My eyes widen as I realize, I hit Jasmine. “Oh My God! Jasmine I did that to you!” I say. She looks down at her hands but I tilt her chin so she looks at me. “Wait. Why did you stay here with me?” I ask confused, because when something bad happens she usually runs. “Zayn, I love you, I wouldn’t leave you ever.” She says. “You past out after the lads came.” She continues. “Wait why did they come?” I ask. “Well Amy called and heard you yelling at me…” She says looking down at her hands. I tilt her chin up. “What did I yell?” I ask. Tears start to stream down Jasmine’s face. “Y-You called me a… a stupid bitch.” She says. I sit there shock. I remember once I was drunk and I was with Jasmine, I called her mean names but never that mean. I pull her into my lap.

“I’m so sorry.” I say as tears start to fall down my face. “It’s okay, you were drunk.” She says shaking her head. I cup her face in my hands. “Jasmine it’s not okay, I hit you, and yelled at you, and you stayed.” I said. “Zayn…” She said softly whipping away one of my tears. I realize I’m holding her bruise and I let go of her face. “Jasmine I love you.” I say. She nods. “I love you too.”

I pull her into a hug. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper. “It’s not your fault.” She says. “Yes it is, Jasmine I love you and never want to hurt you.” I told her.

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Please don’t hate me, it’s just that I read somewhere that Zayn is a mean drunk, anyway I needed drama. <3

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