Rogue (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 19: Horibble date

"Limitless. That's what I sometimes feel." Zayn was much too comfortable on the couch and now with my back less painful, we had been quietly munching on the food until he spoke up.

"That's a good feeling." I tried explaining but gave up midway. Maybe he didn't need a pep talk from me, on life or any darn thing for that matter.

If anything, it was me who needed advice on life issues.

"It is. Sometimes."

It was the look in his eyes that said a lot more, had I known what to read out of it. He looked like he'd fallen into thought; left the place we were in to somewhere much more peaceful. But then again, maybe I was reading into it more than I should have.

It also reminded me of what he told me about him and his family the other day.

"I know it's personal Zayn but--" I stammered unable to reach to a conclusion on whether I should choose to satisfy my curiosity or not.

"But what?"

"Have you thought of going back?" There was no harm; seeing as how comfortable he'd gotten around me.

Expectantly, my question turned him cold.

"That's why Don was here." His voice a faint whisper but audible heeding to the absence of noise in the room. "There's some legal troubles with the company."

It was just us, bonding.

"The company that your father owned?"

"The company that my dead father owned." He stressed on the word for me.

"Zayn." I scolded him. That wasn't a way to talk.

"It is what it is."

"But Zayn--"

"An, that man only gave us pain. You cannot expect me to talk sincerely about him."

"He was still your father."

"You don't know anything."

This was not planned. I never meant to fight with him over anything concerning his family. Naturally, he knew better although I sounded like I did. I clearly didn't think the whole conversation through.

"I'm sorry." I gave up.

"It's not your fault."

I ruined it. I ruined the date.

"You look like you have a lot to say. Don't hold it in." He put his hand over mine to tell me it really was okay.

"It's just--" This time, I wasn't going to just blabber. "Okay, look." I took a deep breath. "Your parents loved you no matter what you did so why can't you do the same? Family don't judge, even if your father was having an affair with one of his male senior partners, you don't judge. You should love and accept him for how he chose to live his life. You didn't have to run away."

"But he's dead now. What difference does it make?"

"It makes all the difference in the world, Zayn. It depends on how you choose to see."

"I can't." He said defeated.

I nodded because truly, I understood. He chose to trash his previously filthy rich life as an architect in his family owned reality estate firm only to fight for survival in a place like Brooklyn; all because he despised to call those people he was related by blood to, his own.

"I'm not asking you to go back back right away. I'm just asking you to think--"

"You think you know better than me about this?" This was some another man talking. I didn't know this Zayn. Anger fuelled his harsh words as his tone got deep and dangerous. "Well, you know what? You don't. You don't fucking have any business in my life and don't you fucking try to tell me what I should be doing."

"Zayn, I--"

"This is why I find sharing and all that bullshit, stupid. Insanely fucking stupid."

"I wasn't trying--"

Within a second he was off the couch and dashing for the door, knocking the glasses that we'd been drinking from straight to the ground, creating a mess. He looked angry and the alcohol only seemed to aggravate the emotions causing his eyes to redden and his mouth to stitch into a frown.

"I need some air."

Misunderstandings, that's what caused the events of the night to take a turn for the worse.

After he left, I sat grounded to my spot. Chasing him and clearing everything out was debatable and I chose not to; plus he needed his space, just like all of us do.

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